A Conversation among Witches
WITCH 1: Here come 1, from lake and fen,
From ferny dell and rocky den.
WITCH 2: Here come 1, the wind is fair.
It carried me from my dark lair.
WITCH 3: Here come I upon my broom.
Where can I land? Make room! Make room!
WITCH 1: Well met, well met, bewitching friends.
Came down so fast I got the bends.
WITCH 2: Never.
WITCH 1: Ever.
WITCH 3: Don't be so clever.
WITCH 2: Have you the charm?
WITCH 3: Have you the spell?
WITCHES 2 AND 3: Have you the stuff to mix
WITCH 1: 1 have it all. Have you the will?
WITCHES 2 AND 3: We have. We have. We have.
WITCH 1: Be still.
NARRATOR: They look around. They are alone.
They take out wool ....
and wand and bone. They take out tooth and
tongue and nail. They set the cauldron, hold the flail.
ALL THREE: By wind, by bog, by owl, by toad,
By we three bound bound
upon this road, By fire, water, earth, and-dung,
By hemlock, hensbane, adder's tongue, By all that's dark and
all that's shade, By all unholy, this spell's made.
Peace-the charm's wound up.