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Fire. They are all going a birding to-night. They talk of fowls i’ th' air, that fly by day, I'm sure they'll be a company of foul sluts there to-night. If we have not mortality affeared, I'll be hang'd, for they are able to putrify 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 there?
Fire. Nineteen, and all brave plump ones; besides six lizards, and three serpentine eggs.
Hec. Dear and sweet boy! What herbs hast thou?
Fire. Here's pannax too. I thank thee; my pan akes, I am sure, with kneeling down to cut 'em.
Hec. And selago,
Fire. Every blade of 'em, or I am a moon-calf, mother.
Hec. Hie thee home with 'em.
Fire. Aloft, quoth you? I would you would break your neck once, that I might have all quickly (Aside).-Hark, bark, mother! They are above the steeple already, flying over your head with a noise of musicians.
Hec. They are indeed. Help me! Help me! I'm too late else.
SONG, (in the air abore).
Come away, come away!
Hec. I come, I come, I come, I come,
With all the speed I may,
With all the speed I may.
And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too:
the count! Hec. I will but ’noiut, and then I mount.
(A Spirit descends in the shape of a Cat). (Above). There's one come down to fetch his dues ;
A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood;
Since th’air's so sweet and good ?
Oh, art thou come,
What news, what news ? Spirit. All goes still to our delight,
Either cone, or else
Refuse, refuse. Hec.
Now I am furnish'd for the flight. Fire.
Hark, hark! The cat sings a brave treble in her
Now I go, now I fly,
To ride in the air
When the moon shines fair,
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over steep towers and turrets,
Or cannon's roar, our height can reach. (Above). No ring of bells, &c.
Fire. Well, mother, I thank you for your kindness. You must be gamboling i' th' air, and leave me here like a fool and a mortal,
The Incantation scene at the cauldron, is also the original of that in Macbeth, and is in like manner introduced by the Duchess's visiting I the Witches' Habitation.
“ The Witches' Habitation.
Enter Duchess, Heccat, Firestone.
Duch. In what time, prythee?
Duch. What? A month?
Hec. Then seek no farther.
Duch. This must be done with speed, dispatched this night, If it may possibly.
Hec. I have it for you:
Duch. Can'st thou do this?
Hec. Worse and worse ; doubts and incredulities,
Cum volui, ripis ipsis mirantibus, amnes
Fire. I know as well as can be when my mother's mad, and our great cat angry; for one spits French then, and th’ other spits Latin. Duch. I did not doubt
mother. Hec. No ? what did
? My power's so firm, it is not to be question’d.
Duch. Forgive what's past: and now I know th' offensive
That vexes art, I'll shun th' occasion ever.
Hec. Leave all to me and my five sisters, daughter. It shall be conveyed in at howlet-time.
Take you no care. My spirits know their moments;
gorge cramm'd full, if they come once to our house : We are no niggard.
[Excit Duchess. Fire. They fare but too well when they come hither. They ate up as much t’ other night as would have made me a good conscionable pudding,
Hec. Give me some lizard's brain : quickly, Firestone!
Fire. All at hand, forsooth.
Hec. Into the vessel ;
Fire. Whereabouts, sweet mother?
A CHARM SONG,
Titty, Tiffin, keep it stiff in;
Liard, Robin, you must bob in.
1st Witch. Here's the blood of a bat.