_All._ Fire burn and dixie bubble,
Double toil or there'll be trouble.

_Third Cook._ German sausage won in fight
On some dark and stormy night,
Dim and murky watercress
Stolen from a Sergeants' Mess,
Slabs of cheese and chunks of ham,
Lumps of plum and apple jam,
Bits of paper, ends of string,
Mixed with any damned thing,
In the cauldron mingle quick
So the stew be dense and thick.

_All._ Fire burn and dixie bubble,
Double toil or there'll he trouble. [_Exeunt._


SCENE III.--_Outside kitchen. Alarums._

_Enter_ Orderly Corporal.

_Orderly Corporal._ Here's a pretty pass. Eyewash,
eyewash, eyewash. And such a running to and fro and a go
this way and a go that way, and a burnishing up of old
brass and a shouting of horrid words, as though the Devil
himself were inspecting his own furnace. Faith, an I
were eyewashing Beelzebub I could catch it no hotter.