A spell more potent, deep, and terrible,
Than ever yet hath broken the strict laws
Which bind that frail worm, man. Where'er we list,
In sea or air, whatever element
The fancy charms, 'tis ours to revel in.
See from the depths below the cauldrons rise:
Fling in your mystic gifts.
Third Witch, and others.
A spotted snake,
Choaked in the shifting sands of Mogador—
The last life-blood of the expiring wretch
Gored by a shaggy Andalusian bull,
His native wildness maddened by the thrust
Of hostile spears—foam gathered from the lips
Of a plague-smitten renegade—the beak
Of a bald vulture, wet with human gore—
A moore deer's[1] heart, snatched in the deadly feud
Between a serpent monster and the fierce
Numidian tiger, mixed with lizard's fat—
The mouldering flesh of mummies torn from out
