Sometimes we dance in some old mill,
Upon the hopper, stones, and wheel,
To some old saw, or bardish rhyme,
Where still the mill-clack does keep time.
Sometimes about an hollow tree,
Around, around, around dance we:
Thither the chirping cricket comes,
And beetle, singing drowsy hums:
Sometimes we dance o'er fens and furze,
To howls of wolves, and barks of curs:
And when with none of those we meet,
We dance to the echoes of our feet.
At the night-raven's dismal voice,
Whilst others tremble, we rejoice;
And nimbly, nimbly dance we still,
To the echoes from an hollow hill.

ACT III.

SCENE V. HECATE and the Three WITCHES.

MUSICK AND SONG.

[Within.] Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O come away! Hec. Hark, I am call'd, my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Exeunt.

[Within.] Come away, Hecate, Hecate! O come away!

Hec. I come, I come, with all the speed I may,

With all the speed I may.

Where's Stadling?

2. Here. [within.]

Hec. Where's Puckle?

3. Here; [within.]

And Hopper too, and Helway too.

We want but you, we want but you :

Come away, make up the count.

Hec. I will but 'noint, and then I mount:

I will but 'noint, &c.

[Within.] Here comes down one to fetch his dues,

[A Machine with Malkin in it descends.

A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood;
And why thou stay'st so long, I muse,
Since the air's so sweet and good.

Hec. O, art thou come? What news? [Within.] All goes fair for our delight: Either come, or else refuse.

Hec. Now I'm furnish'd for the flight;

[Hecate places herself in the Machine.

Now I go, and now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
O, what a dainty pleasure's this,
To sail i'the air,

While the moon shines fair;

To sing, to toy, to dance, and kiss!
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains;
Over hills, and misty fountains;
Over steeples, towers, and turrets,
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
No ring of bells to our ears sounds,
No howls of wolves, nor yelps of hounds;
No, not the noise of water's breach,

Nor cannons' throat our height can reach.

[Hecate ascends.

1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. 2 Witch. But whilst she moves through the foggy air, Let's to the cave, and our dire charms prepare.

[Exeunt.

END OF VOLUME FOURTH.

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