With dismal cypress, eggs rubb’d o’er
With filthy toads’ unvenom’d gore,
With screech-owl’s plumes, and herbs of bane,
From far Iolchos fetch’d and Spain,
And fleshless bones by beldam witch
Snatch’d from the jaws of famish’d bitch.
And Sagana, the while, with gown
Tucked to the knees, stalks up and down,
Sprinkling in room and hall and stair
Her magic hell-drops, with her hair