All say: Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble.
I bought the scale of dragon, but harvested myself the tooth of a wolf. I have witches' mummy growing right here in the garden, fishmonger by the docks butchered me my mouth and gut of the ravined salt-sea shark. Root of hemlock digged I in the dark, pinch of my own liver, gall bladder of a goat (ergo ergot), slips of yew silvered in the moon's eclipse. What else? In a separate bowl: Nose of Turk (real Turk!). Tartar's lips (cherries). Finger of birth-strangled babe ditch-delivered by a drab. Make the gruel thick and slab: add tiger guts and throw it all in the pot.
All say: Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble. (Which means Double the heat and the speed at which you stir as you bring it to a boil.)
Take the caldron off the flame. As it cools, mix in baboon blood. And that's it. You can make pretty much anybody do everything.