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Enter Firestone.

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. I have some mar-martin, and man-dragon.
Hec. Marmarittin, and mandragora, thou would'st say.

Fire. Here's pannax too. I thank thee; my pan akes, I am sure, with kneeling down to cut 'em.

Hec. And selago,
Hedge-hissop too! How near he goes my cuttings !
Were they all cropt by moon-light?

Fire. Every blade of 'em, or I am a moon-calf, mother.

Hec. Hie thee home with 'em.
Look well to th' house to-night: I'm for aloft.

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!
Heccat, Heccat, come away!

Hec. I come, I come, I come, I come,

With all the speed I may,

With all the speed I may.

Where's Stadlin?
(Above). Here.
Hec. Where's Puckle?
(Above). Here:

And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too:
We lack but you, we lack but you.
Come
away,
make

ир

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;
And why thou stay'st so long, I muse, I muse,

Since th’air's so sweet and good ?
Hec.

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

own language.
Hec. ( Ascending with the Spirit).

Now I go, now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
Oh, what a dainty pleasure 'tis

To ride in the air

When the moon shines fair,
And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss !

Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over seas our mistress' fountains,

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Over steep towers and turrets,
We fly by night, 'mongst troops of spirits.
No ring of bells to our ears sounds,
No howls of wolves, no yelp of hounds;
No, not the noise of water's breach,

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,

[Exit.

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.
Hec. What death is't you desire for Almachildes?
Duch. A sudden and a subtle.
Hec. Then I've fitted

you.
Here lie the gifts of both; sudden and subtle;
His picture made in wax, and gently molten
By a blue fire, kindled with dead men's eyes,
Will waste bim by degrees.

Duch. In what time, prythee?
Hec. Perhaps in a month's progress.

Duch. What? A month?
Out upon pictures ! If they be so tedious,
Give me things with some life.

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:
Here's that will do't. Stay but perfection's time,
And that's not five hours hence.

Duch. Can'st thou do this?
Hec. Can I?
Duch. I mean, so closely.
Hec. So closely do you mean too?
Duch. So artfully, so cunningly.

Hec. Worse and worse ; doubts and incredulities,
They make me mad. Let scrupulous creatures know,

Cum volui, ripis ipsis mirantibus, amnes
In fontes rediere suos: concussaque sisto,
Stantia concutio cantu freta; nubila pello,
Nubilaque induco: ventos abigoque vocoque.
Vipereas rumpo verbis et carmine fauces ;
Et silvas moveo, jubeoque tremiscere montes,
Et mugire solum, manesque exire sepulchres.
Te
quoque

luna traho.
Can you doubt me then, daughter?
That can make mountains tremble, miles of woods walk;
Whole earth's foundations bellow, and the spirits
Of the entomb'd to burst out from their marbles ;
Nay, draw yon moon to my involv'd designs ?

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

you,

mother. Hec. No ? what did

you

? My power's so firm, it is not to be question’d.

Duch. Forgive what's past: and now I know th' offensive

ness

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;
Raven or scritch-owl never fly by th'door,
But they call in (I thank 'em), and they lose not by 't.
I give 'em barley soak'd in infants' blood :
They shall have semina cum sanguine,
Their

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!
Where's grannam Stadlin, and all the rest o'th' sisters ?

Fire. All at hand, forsooth.
Hec. Give me marmaritin; some bear-breech. When?
Fire. Here's bear-breech and lizard's brain, forsooth.

Hec. Into the vessel ;
And fetch three ounces of the red-hair'd girl
I killd last midnight.

Fire. Whereabouts, sweet mother?
Hec. Hip; hip or flank. Where is the acopus?
Fire. You shall have acopus, forsooth.
Hec. Stir, stir about, whilst I begin the charm.

A CHARM SONG,
(The Witches going about the Cauldron).
Black spirits, and white; red spirits, and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

Titty, Tiffin, keep it stiff in;
Firedrake, Puckey, make it lucky;

Liard, Robin, you must bob in.
Round, around, around, about, about;
All ill come running in; all good keep out!

1st Witch. Here's the blood of a bat.
Hec. Put in that; oh, put in that.

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