A cavern. In the middle, a Cauldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three WITCHES.
FIRST WITCH.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
SECOND WITCH.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
THIRD WITCH.
THIRD WITCH.
Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
FIRST WITCH.
FIRST WITCH.
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.
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.
SECOND WITCH.
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron 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 bubble.
ALL.
In the caldron 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 bubble.
ALL.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
THIRD WITCH.
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
THIRD WITCH.
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL.
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH.
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Then the charm is firm and good.
They mixed their stews and brewed their brews and spoke with Hecate, and were
They might be 'sisters' in the Immortal Bard's tale, yet things were soon about to change. In the beginning of the 20th century Jane Ellen Harrison, a British scholar, famous for her study of Greek mythology, points towards the existence of female trinities, such as the Fates and the Graces, and compares them to the three seasons of the ancient Greek year and the stages of a woman's life.
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To elaborate:
The Hot Chick has to be approached and treated with caution. A strategy has to be formed if she is to be dealt with. Much like in the case of a summoned demon, the right words have to be said in the right order, a slight mistake can lead to eternal damnation. Even if everything works right, things will only become scarier as you get to know her.
B. The Mother (aka 'Not now mom!')
"the woman in the fullness of life is the sublime Persephone, for whose sake Demeter cursed the fields that they brought forth no more corn, until Hades consented to restore her to earth for half the year.

The Mother though, is one of those figures that have to be your own in order for their full supernatural potential to be unleashed.
The Mother must be treated with ritualistic caution, even by the adult offspring. In the younger years there are things that must be hidden from her, since she represents the law in some way, and in contrast there are things that can only be said to her, since telling them to anyone else would be embarrassing. When the years pass the rules change, but rules do exist. The mother will make her ritualistic remarks and the specified ritual answers must be chanted in response.
C. The Crone (aka The Other One)
"Hecate is the crone, the woman past all hope of motherhood, her soul black with envy and hatred of happier mortals;"

A less obvious characteristic about the old ladies I have met in rural territories is their pragmatism. They have finally grown into persons who know what they want exactly, and will not hesitate to demand it from the younger, who after all owe them so much.
In contrast with the other two, there is no way in which the crone should be addressed. In fact she should not be addressed at all if possible. Many warlocks have summoned demons, but nobody was stupid enough to write a book about summoning Lucifer.
What makes all three most intimidating though is the fact that we need to deal with them. A man's childhood fear of ghosts and ghouls will eventually die away, in a sane person at least, as he realizes that time passes and yet he has not encountered any. The same cannot be said about the Virgin, the Mother and the Crone. In all our lives, even after the elves, the fairies and the undead are gone, the Three Witches will be the only enduring, constantly present fairytale creatures in our lives.