Enter FACE. How now? Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it' Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee, aloud, BE RICH. This day thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow Give lords the affront.-Is it, my Zephyrus, right?— Thou'rt sure thou saw'st it blood? Face. Both blood and spirit, sir. Mam. I will have all my beds blown up, not stuff'd : Down is too hard.-My mists I'll have of perfume, vapored 'bout the room And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calver'd salmons, Drest with an exquisite and poignant sauce, As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment, My gloves of fishes and birds' skins, perfum'd With gums of Paradise and eastern air. Sur. And do you think to have the stone with this? Mam. No; I do think t' have all this with the stone ! Sur Why, I have heard he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. Mam. That makes it, Sir; he is so; BUT I BUY IT. THE WITCH. From the Pastoral Fragment, entitled "The Sad Shepherd." Alken. Know ye the witch's dell? Scathlock. No more than I do know the walks of hell. Alken. Within a gloomy dimble she doth dwell, Down in a pit, o'ergrown with brakes and briars. Close by the ruins of a shaken abbey, Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, She is about; with caterpillars' kells, And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells. And rotten mists, upon the fens and bogs, Down to the drowned lands of Lincolnshire; To make ewes cast their lambs, swine eat their farrow, Writhe children's wrists, and suck their breath in sleep, George. I thought a witch's banks Scath As it would quickly appear had we the store Scar. He knows her shifts and haunts- Alken. And all her wiles and turns. The venom'd plants And martagan: the shrieks of luckless owls And mount the spheres of fire to kiss the moon! A MEETING OF WITCHES FOR THE PURPOSE OF DOING A MISCHIEF TO A JOYFUL HOUSE, AND BRINGING AN EVIL SPIRIT INTO BIRTH IN THE MIDST OF IT. From the Masque of Queens. Charm. The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountain; The ant and the mole both sit in a hole, And the frog peeps out of the fountain The moon it is red, and the stars are fled, 1st Hag. I have been all day looking after A raven, feeding upon a quarter; And soon as she turn'd her beak to the south, I snatch'd this morsel out of her mouth 2nd Hag. I have been gathering wolves' hairs, And all since the evening star did rise 3rd Hag. I, last night, lay all alone On the ground to hear the mandrake groan; 4th Hag. And I have been choosing out this skull From private grots, and public pits; 5th Hag. Under a cradle I did creep, By day; and when the child was asleep 6th Hag. I had a dagger: what did I with that? Kill'd an infant to have his fat. Dame. I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before, I tore the bat's wing; what would you have more? Yes, I have brought to help our vows The fig-tree wild that grows on tombs, And juice that from the larch-tree comes, You fiends and fairies, if yet any be Worse than ourselves, you that have quak'd to see These knots untied (she unties them)—exhale earth's rottenest vapors, And strike a blindness through these blazing tapers. Charm. Deep, O deep we lay thee to sleep; We leave thee drink by, if thou chance to be dry; Both milk and blood, the dew and the flood; Dame. Stay; all our charms do nothing win Our magic feature will not rise, Nor yet the storm! We must repeat The ground with vipers, till it sweat. Charm. Blacker go in, and blacker come out : Hoo! At thy rising again thou shalt have two; A cloud of pitch, a spur and a switch, (A loud and beautiful music is heard, and the Witches vanish.) A CATCH OF SATYRS. Silenus bids his Satyrs awaken a couple of Sylvans, who have fallen asleep while they should have kept watch. Buz, quoth the blue fly, Hum, quoth the bee; Buz and hum they cry, And so do we. In his eàr, in his nose, |