Phase's Phully Phormed, Phalangeal, and Phantasmagorical Random Banter #112

[Lyesmith]

Wrong.

Witch 1: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Witch 2: Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
Witch 3: Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
Witch 1: Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

'Tis double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.

*Bow*
Lady, I admit defeat. But my Shakespeare is sketchy.