All of Shakespeare’s plays.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and ...
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Show me, show me.
I'll give thee a wind.
Upon the heath.
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
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