Dog. Be blasted with the news! whiteness is day's footboy, a forerunner to light, which shows thy old rivell'd face: villanies are stripp'd naked; the witch must be beaten out of her cockpit.

Saw. Must she? she shall not; thou'rt a lying spirit:

Why to mine eyes art thou a flag of truce?
I am at peace with none; 't is the black colour
Or none, which I fight under: I do not like
Thy puritan paleness; glowing furnaces

Are far more hot than they which flame outright.
If thou my old dog art, go and bite such
As I shall set thee on.

Dog. I will not.

Saw. I'll sell myself to twenty thousand fiends, To have thee torn in pieces then.

Dog. Thou canst not; thou art so ripe to fall into hell, that no more of my kennel will so much as bark at him that hangs thee.

Dog. Do so, thy time is come to curse, and rave, and die; the glass of thy sins is full, and it must run out at gallows.

Saw. It cannot, ugly cur, I'll confess nothing;
And not confessing, who dare come and swear
I have bewitch'd them? I'll not confess one
mouthful.

Dog. Choose, and be hang'd or burn'd.
Saw. Spite of the Devil and thee,

I'll muzzle up my tongue from telling tales.

Dog. Spite of thee and the Devil, thou 'lt be con

demn'd.

Saw. Yes! when?

Dog. And ere the executioner catch thee full in's @laws, thou 'lt confess all.

Saw. Out, dog!

Dog. Out, witch! thy trial is at hand:

Our prey being had, the Devil does laughing stand.

[Goes aside.

Enter Old BANKS, RATCLIFFE, and Countrymen. Banks. She's here; attach her. Witch, you must go with us. [They seize her.

Sare. Whither? to hell?

Banks. No, no, no, old crone; your mittimus shall be made thither, but your own jailers shall receive you. Away with her!

Saw. My Tommy! my sweet Tom-boy; oh, thou dog!

Dost thou now fly to thy kennel and forsake me!
Plagues and consumptions-

Dog. Ha, ha, ha, ha!

[She is carried off.

[Exit DOG.

Let not the world witches or devils condemn;
They follow us, and then we follow them.

SCENE II.

London.-The neighbourhood of Tyburn.

Enter JUSTICE, Sir ARTHUR, SOMERTON, WARBECK, CARTER, and KATHERINE.

Just. Sir Arthur, though the bench hath mildly censured your errors, yet you have indeed been the instrument that wrought all their misfortunes; I would wish you paid down your fine speedily and willingly,

Sir Ar. I shall need no urging to it.

Car. If you should, 't were a shame to you; for, if I should speak my conscience, you are worthier to be hang'd of the two, all things considered: and now make what you can of it; but I am glad these gentlemen are freed.

War. We knew our innocence.

Som. And therefore fear'd it not.

Kath. But I am glad that I have you safe.

[A noise within.

Just. How now? what noise is that?
VOL. II.-19

Car. Young Frank is going the wrong way.Alas, poor youth! now I begin to pity him.

Enter Old THORNEY and WINNIFREDE, weeping. Thor. Here let our sorrows wait him; to press

nearer

The place of his sad death, some apprehensions
May tempt our grief too much, at height already;—
Daughter, be comforted.

Win. Comfort and I

Are too far separated to be join'd
But in eternity; I share too much
Of him that's going thither.

Thor. Daughter, grieve not
For what necessity forceth;

Rather resolve to conquer it with patience.
Alas, she faints!

Win. My griefs are strong upon me;

My weakness scarce can bear them.

[A great cry within.]-Away with her! Hang her, witch!

Enter to execution Mother SAWYER; Officers with halberts, followed by a crowd of country people.

Car. The witch, that instrument of mischief! Did not she witch the devil into my son-in-law, when he kill'd my poor daughter? Do you hear, mother Sawyer?

Saw. What would you have?

Cannot a poor old woman have your leave
To die without vexation?

Car. Did not you bewitch Frank, to kill his wife?
He could never have done 't without the devil
Saw. Who doubts it? but is every devil mine?
Would I had one now whom I might command
To tear you all in pieces! Tom would have done 't,
Before he left me.

Car. Thou didst bewitch Ann Ratcliffe to kill herself.

Saw. Churl, thou liest; I never did her hurt: would you were all as near your ends as I am, that gave evidence against me for it!

Coun. I'll be sworn, master Carter, she bewitch'd Gammer Washbowl's sow to cast her pigs a day before she would have farrowed: yet they were sent up to London, and sold for as good Westminster dogpigs, at Bartholomew fair, as ever ale-wife longed for. Saw. These dogs will mad me; I was well resolv'd To die in my repentance. Though 't is true

I would live longer if I might, yet since

I cannot, pray torment me not; my conscience
Is settled as it shall be: all take heed

How they believe the Devil; at last he'll cheat you.
Car. Thou'dst best confess all truly.

Saw. Yet again?

Have I scarce breath enough to say my prayers, And would you force me to spend that in bawling? Bear witness, I repent all former evil;

There is no damned conjurer like the Devil.

All. Away with her, away!

[She is led off.

Enter FRANK to execution, Officers, &c.

Thor. Here's the sad object which I yet must meet

With hope of comfort, if a repentant end

Make him more happy than misfortune would
Suffer him here to be.

Frank. Good sirs, turn from me;

You will revive affliction almost kill'd

With my continual sorrow.

Thor. Oh, Frank, Frank;

Would I had sunk in mine own wants, or died
But one bare minute ere thy fault was acted!
Frank. To look upon your sorrows executes me
Before my execution.

Win. Let me pray you, sir

Frank. Thou much-wrong'd woman, I must sigh for thee,

As he that's only loath to leave the world,

For that he leaves thee in it unprovided,
Unfriended; and for me to beg a pity
From any man to thee when I am gone,
Is more than I can hope; nor, to say truth,
Have I deserv'd it: but there is a payment
Belongs to goodness from the great Exchequer
Above; it will not fail thee, Winnifrede;
Be that thy comfort.

Thor. Let it be thine too,
Untimely lost young man!
Frank. He is not lost,

Who bears his peace within him: had I spun
My web of life out at full length, and dream'd
Away my many years in lusts, in surfeits,
Murthers of reputations, gallant sins
Commended or approved; then, though I had
Died easily, as great and rich men do,
Upon my own bed, not compell'd by justice,

You might have mourn'd for me indeed; my miseries
Had been as everlasting as remediless:

But now the law hath not arraign'd, condemn'd
With greater rigour my unhappy fact,
Than I myself have every little sin

My memory can reckon from my childhood:
A court hath been kept here, where I am found
Guilty; the difference is, my impartial judge

Is much more gracious than my faults are mon

strous.

Thor. Here's comfort in this penitence.
Win. It speaks

How truly you are reconciled, and quickens

My dying comfort, that was near expiring

With my last breath: now this repentance makes

thee

As white as innocence; and my first sin with thee,
Since which I knew none like it, by my sorrow
Is clearly cancell'd. Might our souls together
Climb to the height of their eternity,

And there enjoy what earth denied us, happiness!