as any man's here now coming from the barber's; and this, I'll take my death upon 't, is long of this jadish witch, mother Sawyer. Enter W. HAMLUC, with thatch and a lighted link. Ham. Burn the witch, the witch, the witch, the witch! All. What has 't got there? Ham. A handful of thatch, pluck'd off a hovel of hers; and they say when 't is burning, if she be a witch, she 'll come running in. Banks. Fire it, fire it; I'll stand between thee and home, for any danger. [HAM. sets fire to the thatch. Enter Mother Sawyer, running. Saw. Diseases, plagues, the curse of an old woman Follow and fall upon you! All. Are you come, you old trot? 1 Coun. This thatch is as good as a jury to prove she is a witch. All. Out, witch! beat her, kick her, set fire on her. Saw. Shall I be murdered by a bed of serpents? Help, help! Enter Sir ARTHUR CLARINGTON, and a JUSTICE. All. Hang her, beat her, kill her! Just. How now! forbear this violence. Saw. A crew of villains, a knot of bloody hang men, Set to torment me, I know not why. Just. Alas, neighbour Banks, are you a ringleader in mischief? fy, to abuse an aged woman! То Banks. Woman! a she-hellcat, a witch! prove her one, we no sooner set fire on the thatch of her house, but in she came running, as if the Devil had sent her in a barrel of gunpowder. Just. Come, come; firing her thatch? ridiculous! Take heed, sirs, what you do; unless your proofs Come better arm'd, instead of turning her Into a witch you'll prove yourselves stark fools. Just. Arrant fools. Banks. Pray, master Justice what-do-you-call-'em, hear me but in one thing. This grumbling devil owes me, I know, no good-will ever since I fell out with her. Saw. And brak'st my back with beating' me. Saw. Wilt thou? Just. Go, go; pray vex her not; she is a subject, And you must not be judges of the law, To strike her as you please. 1 All. No, no, we'll find cudgel enough to strike her. [Exeunt BANKS and Countrymen. Just. Here's none now, mother Sawyer, but this gentleman, Myself, and you; let us, to some mild questions, Just. Be not so furious. Saw. I am none. None but base curs so bark at me; I am none. Be trod on thus by slaves, reviled, kick'd, beaten, Had need turn witch. 1 The consequences of this beating to poor Banks were of too ludicrous a nature to be entirely omitted, though a few alterations will be necessary to make them available even in a note. Banks. So, sir, ever since, having a dun cow tied up in my back-yard, let me go thither, or but cast mine eye at her, and if I should be hang'd, Í cannot choose, though it be ten times in an hour, but run to the cow, and, taking up her tail, kiss (saving your worship's reverence) my cow behind, that the whole town of Edmonton has been ready to split itself with laughing me to scorn. Just. And this is long of her? Banks. Who the devil else? for is any man such an ass to be such a baby, if he were not bewitch'd? Sir Ar. And you, to be revenged, Just. You are too saucy and too bitter. By what commission can he send my soul Just. Know whom you speak to. clothes, Men in gay Whose backs are laden with titles and honours, And if I be a witch, more witch-like. I defy thee. Sir Ar. Go, go ; › I can, if need be, bring a hundred voices, Saw. Ha, ha! Just. Do you laugh! why laugh you? Saw. At my name, The brave name this knight gives me, witch. Just. Is the name of witch so pleasing to thine ear? Sir Ar. Pray, sir, give way; and let her tongue gallop on. Saw. A witch! who is not? Hold not that universal name in scorn then. What are your painted things in princes' courts, Are not these witches? Have you not city wives too, who can turn Their husbands' wares, whole standing shops of wares, To sumptuous tables, gardens of stolen sin; Just. Yes, yes; but the law Sir Ar. And so is thine. Saw. She, on whose tongue a whirlwind sits to blow A man out of himself, from his soft pillow, Sir Ar. But these men-witches Are not in trading with hell's merchandise, Children, and cattle. Saw. Tell them, sir, that do so: Am I accus'd for such a one? Sir Ar. Yes, 't will be sworn. Saw. Dare any swear I ever tempted maiden To come and lose her honour? and being lost, 1 This is wormwood, and Sir Arthur feels it. Our authors have furnished their old woman with language far above the capacity of those poor creatures who were commonly accused of witchcraft, and strangely inconsistent with the mischievous frivolity of her conduct.-GIFFORD. Drawing once one drop of blood, put counterfeit pieces Away for true gold. Sir Ar. By one thing she speaks, I know now she's a witch, and dare no longer Just. Let's then away. Old woman, mend thy life, get home and pray. [Exeunt Sir ARTHUR and JUSTICE. Saw. For his confusion. Enter DOG. My dear Tom-boy, welcome! I'm torn in pieces by a pack of curs Dog. Bow, wow, wow! Saw. I am dried up With cursing and with madness; and have yet Of thy fine tricks. What hast thou done? let's tickle. Hast thou struck the horse lame as I bid thee? And nipp'd the sucking child. Saw. Ho, ho, my dainty, My little pearl! no lady loves her hound, Monkey, or paroquet, as I do thee. Dog. The maid has been churning butter nine hours, but it shall not come. Saw. Let 'em eat cheese and choke. Dog. I had rare sport Among the clowns i' the morris. Saw. I could dance Out of my skin to hear thee. But, my curl-pate, That jade, that foul tongued quean, Nan Ratcliffe, |