1; I lost my heart, I must needs lose my way. I forgive thee As freely as thou didst it. For, alas, This may be call'd good dealing, to some parts THE WITCH: [Act ii., Sc. 2.] A TRAGI-COMEDY [FIRST PRINTED 1778]. BY THOMAS MIDDLETON HECATE, and the other Witches, at their Charms. Hec. Titty and Tiffin, Suckin And Pidgen, Liard, and Robin! White spirits, black spirits, grey spirits, red spirits, Hec. Boil it well. Hop. It gallops now. Hec. Are the flames blue enough, Or shall I use a little seeten1 more? Stad. The nips of Fairies upon maids' white hips Are not more perfect azure. Hec. Tend it carefully. Send Stadlin to me with a brazen dish, That I may fall to work upon these serpents. Stad. Here's Stadlin and the dish. Hec. Here take this unbaptized brat : Boil it well-preserve the fat: You know 'tis precious to transfer Our 'nointed flesh into the air, In moonlight nights, o'er steeple tops, Mountains, and pine trees, that like pricks, or stops, 1 Seething. Like wrinkles in the earth: whole provinces A russet-mole upon some lady's cheek. When hundred leagues in air, we feast and sing, What young man can we wish to pleasure us, Thou know'st it, Stadlin? Stad. Usually that's done. Hec. Away, in. Go feed the vessel for the second hour. Stad. Where be the magical herbs? Hec. They're down his throat,1 His mouth cramm'd full; his ears and nostrils stuft. Aconitum, frondes populeas, and soot. You may see that, he looks so black i' th' mouth. Dentaphillon, the blood of a flitter-mouse, Stad. Then there's all, Hecate. Hec. Is the heart of wax Stuck full of magic needles? Stad. "Tis done, Hecate. Hec. And is the farmer's picture, and his wife's, Laid down to the fire yet? Stad. They are a roasting both too. Hec. Good; Then their marrows are a melting subtilly, And three months' sickness sucks up life in 'em. They denied me often flour, barm, and milk, Goose-grease and tar, when I ne'er hurt their churnings, Any of their breedings. Now I'll be meet with 'em. Seven of their young pigs I have bewitch'd already Of the last litter, nine ducklings, thirteen goslings, and a hog Fell lame last Sunday, after even-song too. And mark how their sheep prosper; or what soup Each milch-kine gives to the pail: I'll send these snakes Shall milk 'em all beforehand: the dew'd-skirted dairy wenches Shall stroke dry dugs for this, and go home cursing: I'll mar their sillabubs, and swarthy feastings Under cows' bellies, with the parish youths. 1 The dead child's. [Act i., Sc. 2.2] [Vol. v.] Sebastian consults the Witch for a Charm to be revenged on his successful Rival. Hec. Urchins, elves, hags, satires, pans, fawns, silence. Kit with the candlestick; tritons, centaurs, dwarfs, imps. The spoon, the mare, the man i' th' oak, the hellwain, the fire-drake, the puckle. A. ab hur. hus. Seb. Heaven knows with what unwillingness and hate I enter this damn'd place but such extremes : Of wrongs in love fight 'gainst religion's knowledge, As numberless as creatures that must die, I could not shun the way. I know what 'tis Of woman's making and her faithless vows. Hec. Thy boldness takes me bravely; we are all sworn To sweat for such a spirit: see; I regard thee, I rise, and bid thee welcome. What's thy wish now? It may be done to-night. Stadlin's within; Out of a rich man's chimney (a sweet place for❜t, He would be hang'd ere he would set his own years there; Transport his dung, hay, corn, by reeks, whole stacks, Seb. This would come most richly now To many a country grazier : But my envy Lies not so low as cattle, corn, or wines: "Twill trouble your best powers to give me ease. Hec. Is it to starve up generation? To strike a barrenness in man or woman? Seb. Hah! Hec. Hah! Did you feel there? I knew your grief. Hec. Are these the skins Of serpents? these of snakes? Seb. I see they are. Hec. So sure into what house these are convey'd Archimadon, Marmaritin, Calicia, Which I could sort to villanous barren ends; But this leads the same way: More I could instance: A privy grissel of a man that hangs After sunset. Good, excellent: yet all's there, Sir. Seb. I depart happy In what I have then, being constrain❜d to this: And grant, you greater powers that dispose men, That I may never need this hag again. Hec. I know he loves me not, nor there's no hope on't; "Tis for the love of mischief I do this: And that we are sworn to the first oath we take. 1 Job. [Exit. [Act i., Sc. 2.] HECATE, STADLIN, HOPPO, with the other Witches, preparing for their midnight journey through the Air. FIRESTONE, HECATE'S Son. Hec. The moon's a gallant: see how brisk she rides. Hec. Ay, is't not, wenches, To take a journey of five thousand mile? Hec. Oh 'twill be precious. Heard you the owl yet? Stad. Briefly in the copse, As we came through now. Hec. "Tis high time for us then. Stad. There was a bat hung at my lips three times As we came through the woods, and drank her fill. Old Puckle saw her. Hec. You are fortunate still: The very screech-owl lights upon your shoulder, Stad. All. Hec. Prepare to flight then: I'll overtake you swiftly. Stad. Hie thee, Hecate: We shall be up betimes. Hec. I'll reach you quickly. [The other Witches mount. Fire. They are all going a-birding to-night. They talk of fowls in the air, that fly by day: I am sure, they'll be a company of foul sluts there to-night. If we have not mortality offer'd,1 I'll be hanged; for they are able to putrefy it, to infect a whole region. She spies me now. Hec. What, Firestone, our sweet son? Fire. A little sweeter than some of you; or a dunghill were too good for me. Hec. How much hast here? Fire. Nineteen, and all brave plump ones; besides six lizards, and three serpentine eggs. Hec. Dear and sweet boy: what herbs hast thou? Fire. I have some Marmartin and Mandragon. Hec. Marmaritin and Mandragora thou wouldst say. Fire. Here's Pannax too: I thank thee, my pan akes I am sure With kneeling down to cut 'em. 1 |