THE Lancashirewitches, AND Tegue oh Divelly THE Irish-PRIEST: A COMEDY Acted at the DUKE's Theatre.  
Written by THO. SHADWELL.  
— Nihilo quae sunt metuenda magis quam  
Quae pueri in tenebris pavitant, finguntque futura:  
LONDON: Printed for john Starkey at the Mitre in Fleetstreet near Temple-Barr. MDCLXXXII.   

TO THE READER.  
FOps and Knaves are the fittest Characters for Comedy, and this Town was wont to abound with variety of Vanities and Knaveries till this unhappy division. But all run now into Politics, and you must needs, if you touch upon any humour of this time, offend one of the Parties. The Bounds being then so narrow, I saw there was no scope for the writing of an entire Comedy, (wherein the Poet must have a relish of the present time) and therefore I resolved to make as good an entertainment as I could, without tying myself up to the strict rules of a Comedy; which was the reason of my introducing of Witches. Yet I will be bold to affirm, that Young Hartfort, Sir Timothy, Smerk, and Tegue O Divelly are true Comical Characters, and have something new in 'em. And how any of these (the Scene being laid in Lancashire) could offend any Party here, but that of Papists, I could not imagine, till I heard that great opposition was designed against the Play (a month before it was acted) by a Party who (being ashamed to say it was for the sake of the Irish Priest) pretended that I had written a satire upon the Church of England, and several professed Papists railed at it violently, before they had seen it, alleging that for a reason, such dear Friends they are to our Church. And (notwithstanding all was put out that could any way be ●rested to an offence against the Church) yet they came with the greatest malice in the world to hiss it, and many that called themselves Protestants, soyned with them in that noble enterprise.  
How strict a scrutiny was made upon the Play you may easily see, for I have in my own vindication Printed it just as I first writ it; and all that was expunged is Printed in the Italic Letter. All the difference is, that I have now ordained Smerk, who before was a young Student in Divinity, expecting Orders and to be Chaplain to Sir Edward. The Master of the Revels (who I must confess used me civilly enough) Licenced it at first with little alteration: But there came such an Alarm to him, and a Report that it was full of dangerous reflections, that upon a Review, he expunged all that you see differently Printed, except about a dozen lines which he struck out at the first reading.  
But, for all this, they came resolved to hiss at it right or wrong, and had gotten mercenary Fellows, who were such Fools they did not know when to hiss, and this was evident to all the Audience. It was wonderful to see men of great Quality and Gentlemen in so mean a Combination. But to my great satisfaction they came off as meanly as I could wish. I had, so numerous an assembly of the best sort of men, who stood so generously in my defence, for the three first days, that they quashed all the vain attempts of my Enemies, the inconsiderable Party of Hissers yielded, and the Play lived in spite of them.  
Had it been never so bad, I had valued the honour of having so many, and such Friends, as eminently appeared for me; above that of excelling the most admirable Johnson, if it were possible to be done by me.  
Now, for reflecting upon the Church of England, you will find, by many expressions in the Play, that I intended nothing less. And I am well assured that no Learned, or Wise Divine of the Church, will believe me guilty of it. I profess to have a true value and respect for them.  
But they who say that the representation of such a Fool and Knave as Smerk (who is declared to be an infamous Fellow, not of the Church, but crept into it for a Livelihood, exposed for his Folly and Knavery, and expelled the Family) should concern, or reflect upon the Church of England, do sufficiently abuse it. A foolish Lord, or Knight is daily represented: nor are there any so silly to believe it an abuse to their Order. Should Thompson, or Mason, or any Impudent Hot-headed Tantivy Fool be exposed; I am confident that the Sober and the Wise Divines of the Church will be so far from thinking themselves concerned in it, that they detest them as much as I do.  
Nor should any of the Irish Nation think themselves concerned, but Kelly (one of the Murderers of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey) which I make to be his feigned Name, and Tegue O Divelly his true one. For Whores and Priests have several names still.  
Some of the worsted Party of the Hissers were so malicious to make People believe (because I had laid the Scene in Lancashire) that I had reflected personally on some in that, and in an adjoining County. Which no man, that will give himself leave to think can believe. And I do here solemnly declare the contrary, and that it was never once in my thoughts to do so.  
But the Clamours of a Party (who can support themselves by nothing but falsehood) rose so high, as to report that I had written Sedition and Treason, had reflected upon His Majesty, and that the Scope of the Play was against the Government of England. Which are Villainies I abhor, and some of the Reporters I believe would not stick at. But I am well assured they did not believe themselves, only (out of malice to me) thought if they could bring the report to Windsor (which they did) by that means to cause the silencing the Play, without farther examination: But they who had the Power, were too just for that, and let it live.  
For these reasons I am forced, in my own vindication, to Print the whole Play just as I writ it (without adding, or diminishing) as all the Actors who rehearsed it so a fortnight together, before it was reviewed, may testify.  
For the Magical part, I had no hopes of equalling Shakespeare in fancy, who created his Witchcraft for the most part out of his own imagination (in which faculty no man ever excelled him) and therefore I resolved to take mine from Authority. And to that end, there is not one action in the Play, nay scarce a word concerning it, but is borrowed from some ancient, or Modern Witchmonger. Which you will find in the notes, wherein I have presented you a great part of the Doctrine of Witchcraft, believe it who will. For my part, I am (as it is said of Surly in the Alchemist, somewhat costive of belief. The evidences I have represented are natural, viz slight, and frivolous, such as poor old Women were wont to be hanged upon.  
For the actions, if I had not represented them as those of real Witches, but had showed the ignorance, fear, melancholy, malice, confederacy, and imposture that contribute to the belief of Witchcraft, the people had wanted diversion, and their had been another clamour against it, it would have been called Atheistical, By a prevailing party who take it ill that the power of the Devil should be lessened, and attribute more miracles to a silly old Woman, than ever they did to the greatest of Prophets, and by this means the Play might have been Silenced.  
I have but one thing more to observe which is, that Witchcraft, being a Religion to the Devil, (for so it is) their charms upon several occasions being so many offices of the Witches Liturgy to him,) and attended with as many ceremonies as even the Popish Religion is, 'tis remarkable that the Church of the Devil (if I may catachrestically call it so) has continued almost the same, from their first writers on this subject to the last. From Theocritus his Pharmaceutria, to Sadducismus Triumphatus: and to the shame of Divines, the Church of Christ has been in perpetual alteration. But had there been as little to be gotten in one as in the other, 'tis probable there would have been as few changes.  
I have troubled you too long, speak of the Play as you find it.   

ERRATA.  
IN the Notes upon the 1st Act, for fabicatorum r. fabricatorum. In the Notes upon the 2d Act; r. solent ad conventum, after Daemonem expunge the Colon, after her cum horridum, r. etc. for Ecrates r. Eucrates. for Matu praeceptus, Matri praereptus. for furgentio r. turgentia, instead of veto quod nomine, r. vero. for devocat, r. devorat. for cansat, cantat line penult. alta hic salta illic. The rest of the faults in the Printing, the connexion and the sense will make you mend.   

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PROLOGUE.  
OUR Poet once resolved to quit the stage,  
But seeing what slight Plays still please th' Age  
He is drawn in: And thinks to pass with ease,  
He cannot write so ill as some that please.  
Our Author says he has no need to fear,  
〈…〉  
The common Eyes all paintings please alike,  
〈…〉  
Instruction is an honest Poet's aim,  
And not a large or wide, but a good Fame.  
But he has found long since this would not do,  
And therefore thought to have deserted you:  
But Poets and Young Girls by no mishaps  
Are warned, those damning fright not, nor these Claps.  
Their former itch will spite of all persuade,  
And both will fall again to their old trade:  
Our Poet says that some resolve in spite  
To damn, tho' ' good, what ever he shall write.  
He fears not such as right or wrong oppose,  
He swears, in sense, his friends out weigh such foes.  
He cares not much whether he sink or swim,  
He will not suffer, but we shall for him.  
We than 〈…〉  
Your charity for this Crippled piece we pray  
We are only losers if you damn the play   


dramatis PERSONAE.  
Sir Edward Hartfort. A worthy Hospitable true English Gentleman, of good understanding, and honest Principles.  
Young Hartfort his Son. A Clownish, sordid, Country Fool, that loves nothing but drinking Ale, and Country Sports.  
Sir jeffery Shacklehead. A simple Justice, pretending to great Skill in Witches, and a great Persecuter of them.  
Sir Timothy Shacklehead. Sir Ieffery's Son, a very pert, confident, simple Fellow, bred at Oxford, and the Inns of Court.  
Tom. Shacklehead. Sir Ieffery's poor Younger Brother, an humble Companion, and led: drinker in the Country.  
Smerk. Chaplain to Sir Edward, Foolish, Knavish, Popish, Arrogant, Insolent; yet for his Interest, Slavish.  
Tegue O Divelly. The Irish-Priest, an equal mixture of Fool and Knave.  
Bellfort. Doubty. Two Yorkshire Gentlemen of good Estates, well bred, and of good Sense.  
La. Shacklehead. Wife to Sir jeffery, a notable discreet Lady, something inclined to Wantonness.  
Theodosia. Daughter to Sir jeffery, and Lady. Women of good Humour, Wit, and Beauty.  
Isabel. Daughter to Sir Edward Hartfort.  
Susan. Housekeeper to Sir Edward.  
Clod. A Country Fellow, a retainer to Sir Edward's Family.  
Thomas o Georges. Another Country Fellow.   

Witches.  
Constable.  
The Devil  
Mother Demdike.  
Mother Dickenson.  
Mother Hargrave.  
Mal. Spencer.  
Madge, and several other  
Old Woman that Searches them.  
Servants, Dancers Musicians, Messenger, etc.   The Scene in Lancashire, near Pendle-Hills.  

THE Lancashire Witches AND TEGVE O DIVELLY THE Irish PRIEST.  

ACT. I.  Enter Sir Edward Harfort and Smerk. Smerk. 
SIR, give me leave, as by my duty bound,  
To let you know (though I am lately come  
Into your Family) I have observed  
(For all your real courtesy, and seeming mirth  
Among your Friends that visit you) a fixed  
And constant melancholy does possess you, Sir,  
When you're alone, and you seem not to relish  
The happiness your ample fortune, and  
The great esteem your worth has ever gained  
From all good men might give you, I am bound  
To inquire the Cause, and offer my Advice.  Sir Edw. 
Pray search no further, I, for once, can pardon  
The rashness of your curiosity.  
I did not take you for my Councillor.  Smerk. 
You now, Sir, are become one of my Flock:  
And I am bound in Conscience to Advise,  
And search into the troubles of your spirit,  
To find the secrets that disturb your mind.  Sir Edw. 
I do not wonder that a Parson should  
Be foolish and pragmatical; but know,  
I will advise and teach your Master of Artship  
(That made you lord it over Boys and Freshmen)  
To add to your small Logic and Divinity  
Two main Ingredients, Sir, Sense and Good-manners,  Smerk. 
Consider, Sir, the Dignity of my Function.  Sir Edw. 
Your Father is my Tailor, you are my Servant.  
And do you think a Cassock and a Girdle  
Can alter you so much, as to enable  
You (who before were but a Coxcomb, Sir,)  
To teach me? Know, I only took you for  
A mechanic Divine, to read Church Prayers  
Twice every day, and once a week to Teach  
My Servants Honesty and Obedience.  
You may be Belweather to a silly Flock,  
And leadem where you please, but ne'er must hope  
To govern men of sense and knowledge.  Smerk. 
My Office bids me say this is profane,  
And little less than Athiestical.  Sir Edw. 
You're insolent, you're one of the senseless,  
hot-headed Fools, that injure all your Tribe;  
Learn of the wise, the moderate and good,  
Our Church abounds with such examples for you.  
I scorn the name of Atheist, youre ill-mannered.  
But who ere touches one of you hotspur Parsons,  
You brand him home, and right, or wrong, no matter.  Smerk. 
My Orders give me Authority to speak.  Sir Edw. 
Your Orders separate, and set you apart  
To Minister, That is to serve in Churches,  
And not to domineer in Families.  Smerk. 
A power Legantine I have from Heaven.  Sir Edw. 
Show your Credentials. Come good petulant  
Mr. chop-logic, pack up your for Books  
And old Black threadbare Clothes to morrow-morning,  
And have my House; get you a wall-eyed Mare,  
Will carry double, for your Spouse and you;  
When some cast Chambermaid shall smile upon you,  
Charmed with a vicarage of forty pound  
A year, the greatest you can ever look for.  Smerk. 
Good Sir! I have offended, and am sorry.  
I ne'er will once commit this fault again,  
Now I am acquainted with your Worship's mind.  Sir Edw. 
So, now you are not bound in Conscience then.  
The indiscretion of such paltry fellows  
Are scandals to the Church and Cause they Preach for.  
What fatal mischiefs have domestic Priests  
Brought on the best of Families in England!  
Where their dull Patrons give them line enough,  
First with the Women they insinuate,  
(Whose fear and folly makes them slaves t'you,)  
And give them ill opinions of their Husbands.  
Oft ye divide them if the women rule not.  
But, if they govern, than your reign is sure.  
Then y' have the secrets of the Family,  
Dispose o'th' Children, place and then displace,  
Whom, and when you think fit.  Smerk. 
Good, Noble Sir! I humbly shall desist.  Sir Edw. 
The Husband must not drink a Glass, but when  
You shall, of your good grace, think fit for him.  
None shall be welcome but whom you approve:  
And all this favour is, perhaps, requited  
With the infusing of ill principles into the Sons,  
And stealing, or corrupting of the Daughters.  
Sometimes upon a weak and bigot Patron you  
Obtain so much to be Executor:  
And, if he dies, marry his Widow, and  
Claim then the cheating of his Orphans too.  Smerk. 
Sweet Sir forbear, I am fully sensible.  Sir Edw. 
With furious zeal you press for Discipline,  
With fire and blood maintain your great Diana.  
Foam at the mouth when a Dissenter's named,  
(With fiery eyes, wherein we flaming see  
A persecuting spirit) you roar at  
Those whom the wisest of your function strive  
To win by gentleness and easy ways.  
You damn 'em if they do not love a Surplice.  Smerk. 
Had I the power, I'd make them wear pitched Surplices,  
And light them till they flamed about their Ears  
I would—  Sir Edw. 
Such Firebrands as you but hurt the Cause.  
The learnedst and the wisest of your Tribe  
Strive by good life and meekness to o'ercome them.  
We serve a Prince renowned for Grace and Mercy,  
Abhorring ways of Blood and Cruelty;  
Whose Glory will, for this, last to all Ages.  
Him Heaven preserve long quiet in his Throne.  
I will have no such violent Sons of Thunder,  
I will have moderation in my House.  Smerk. 
Forgive my zeal, and, if your Worship please,  
I will submit to all your wise Instructions.  Sir Edw. 
Then (on your good behaviour) I receive you,  
Search not the secrets of my House or me.  
Vain was our Reformation, if we still  
Suffer auricular Confession here,  
By which the Popish Clergy rule the world.  
No business in my Family shall concern you;  
Preach nothing but good life and honesty.  Smerk. 
I will not.  Sir Edw. 
No controversial Sermons will I hear:  
No meddling with Government; you're ignorant  
O'th' Laws and Customs of cur Realm, and should be so.  
The other world should be your care, not this.  
A Ploughman is as fit to be a Pilot,  
As a good Clergyman to be a Statesman, Sir,  
Besides, the People are not apt to love you,  
Because your sloth is supported by their labours.  
And you do hurt to any Cause you would  
Advance.  Smerk. 
I humbly bow, Sir, to your Wisdom.  Sir Edw. 
A meek and humble modest Teacher be;  
For piteous trifles you Divines fall out.  
If you must Quarrel, Quarrel who shall be  
Most honest men; leave me, and then consider  
Of what I have said.  Smerk. 
I will do any thing,  
Rather than lose your Worship's grace and favour.  Sir Edw. 
begone.  Ex. Smerk. Enter Isabel. Isabel. 
Sir, why do you walk alone, and Melancholy?  
I have observed you droop much on the sudden.  Sir Edw. 
Dear Isabel, the most solid joy  
And comfort of my fading life! thou truest Image  
Of thy dead Mother! who excelled her Sex:  
Fair, and not proud on't; witty, and not vain;  
Not grave, but Wise; chaste, and yet kind and free;  
Devout, not sour; Religious, not precise:  
In her no foolish affectation was  
Which makes us nauseate all good qualities.  
She was all meekness and humility;  
The tenderest Mother, and the softest Wife.  Isab. 
My Dearest and most Honoured Father,  
(Had you not been the best of Parents living)  
I could not have outlived that Mother's loss:  
Loss of her tender care, and great example.  Sir Edw. 
Yet learn, my Child, never to grieve for that  
Which cannot be recalled; those whom I love  
With tenderness I will embrace, when living,  
And when they're dead strive to forget 'em soon.  Isab. 
What is it can afflict you now, dear Father?  Sir Edw. 
Thou'rt wise, to thee I can declare my grief;  
Thy Brother has been still my tender care,  
Out of my duty, rather than affection,  
Whom I could never bend by education  
To any generous purpose, who delights  
In Dogs and Horses, Peasants, Ale and Sloth.  Isab. 
He may have Children will be wiser, Sir.  
And you are young enough yet to expect  
Many years comfort in your Grandchilds.  Sir Edw. 
To that end, I would match the unhewn Clown  
To the fair Daughter of Sir jeffery Shaklehead,  
Who has all the perfections can be wished  
In womankind, and might restore the breed:  
But he neglects her to enjoy his Clowns,  
His foolish sports, and is averse to Marriage.  
I would not have my name perish in him.  Isab. 
aside. I am sure she'll never help to the continuance.  Sir Edw. 
But thou art good, my Child, obedient,  
And though Sir Timothy, Sir Ieffery's Son,  
Has not the great accomplishments I wish him,  
His temper yet is flexible and kind,  
And will be apt to yield to thy discretion.  
His person not ungracious, his Estate  
Large, and lies altogether about his House,  
Which (for its situation and its building)  
With noble Gardens, Fountains, and a River  
Running quite through his Park and Garden,  
Exceeds most in the North: Thou knowest my Child  
How this cross match will strengthen and advance  
My Family— He is coming hither from  
His sport, He has given his Horse to his man, and now  
Is walking towards us; I'll go and find  
My Lady and her Daughter.  Ex. Sir Edward. Isab. 
Oh hard fate!  
That I must disobey so good a Father:  
I to no punishment can be condemned  
Like to the Marriage with this foolish Knight.  
But by ill usage of him, I will make him,  
If possible, hate me as I hate him.  Enter Sir Timothy Shaklehead. Sir Tim. 
Oh my Fair Cousin, I spied ye, and that made me give my man my Horse to come to you.  Isab. 
Me? have you any business with me?  Sir Tim. 
Business! yes Faith, I think I have, you know it well enough, but we have had no sport this afternoon, and therefore I made hast to come to you.  Isab. 
Such as you should have no sport made to you, you should make it for others.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, it's no matter for that; but Cousin, would you believe it, we were all bewitched, Mother Demdike and all her Imps were abroad, I think, but you are the pretty Witch that enchants my heart. This must needs please her.  Aside. Isab. 
Well said, Academy of Compliments, you are well read I see.  Sir Tim. 
God's Bud, who would have thought she had read that!  Isab. 
Nay, for Learning and good breeding let Tim alone.  Sir Tim. 
Tim! I might be Sir Timothy in your mouth though one would think.  Isab. 
I am sorry the King bestowed Honour so cheaply.  Sir Tim. 
Nay, not so cheap neither; for though my Lady Mother had a dear Friend at Court, yet I was fain to give one a Hundred pounds, besides my Fees, I am sure of that: Tim, hum go too—  Isab. 
Was there ever so fulsome a Fool!  Sir Tim. 
Besides, I gave Thirty Guinnies for the Sword I was Knighted with to one of his Nobles, for the King did not draw his own Sword upon me.  Isab. 
Do you abuse the Nobility? would a Nobleman sell you a Sword?  Sir Tim. 
Yes that they will, sell that or any thing else at Court. I am sure he was a great Courtier he talked so prettily to the King's Dogs, and was so familiar with them, and they were very kind to him, and he had great interest in them: He had all their names as quick, and Mumper, and I 〈…〉 know who, and discoursed with them, I protest and vow, as if they had been Christians.  Isab. 
Oh thou art a pretty Fellow; hay for little Tim of Lancashire.  Sir Tim. 
You might give one ones title one would think, I say again, especially one that loves you too.  Isab. 
Yes, I will give you your Title.  Sir Tim. 
Thank you dear cousin.  He offers to kiss her hand, she gives him a box on the ear. Isab. 
Take that, and your proper Title, Fool.  Sir Tim. 
Fool! I defy you, I scorn your words, 'tis a burning shame you should be so uncivil, that it is: Little think my Lady Mother how I am used.  Isab. 
Once for all, as a Kinsman I will be civil to you; but if you dare make love to me, I'll make thee such an example, thou shalt be a terror to all foolish Knights.  Sir Tim. 
Foolish! ha, ha, ha, that's a pretty jest; why han't I been at Oxford and the Inns of Court? I have spent my time well indeed if I be a Fool still: But I am not such a Fool to give you over for all this.  Isab. 
Dost thou hear? thou most incorrigible lump, never to be licked into form; thou Coxcomb incarnate; thou fresh, insipid, witless, mannerless Knight, who wearest a Knighthood worse than a Haberdasher of Small wares would; It serves but to make thy folly more eminent.  Sir Tim. 
Well, well, forsooth, somebody shall know this.  Isab. 
Every one that knows thee knows it. Dost thou think, because thy foolish Mother has Cockered thee with morning Cawdles and afternoons Luncheons, thou art fit to make Love? I'll use thee like a Dog if thou darest but speak once more of Love, or name the world before me.  Sir Tim. 
Mum, mum, no more to be said, I shall be heard somewhere. Will your Father maintain you in these things, ha Gentlewoman?  Isab. 
Tell if thou durst, I'll make thee tremble. Heart, if you bent gone now presently, I'll beat you.  Ex. Sir Tim. Enter Theodosia. Isab. 
My Dear, art thou come! I have been just now tormented by thy foolish Brothers awkward Courtship, forgive me that I make so bold with him.  Theo. 
Prithee do, my Dear, I shall be as free with thine, though he is not so great a Plague, for he is bashful, very indifferent, and for aught I perceive, to my great comfort, no Lover at all: But mine is pert, foolish, confident, and on my Conscience in love to boot.  Isab. 
Well, we are resolved never to Marry where we are designed, that's certain. For my part I am a free English woman, and will stand up for my Liberty, and Property of Choice.  Theo. 
And Faith, Girl, I'll be a mutineer on thy side; I hate the imposition of a Husband, 'tis as bad as Popery.  Isab. 
We will be Husband and Wife to one another, dear Theodosia.  Theo. 
But there are a brace of Sparks we saw at the Spa, I am apt to believe would forbid the Banes if they were here.  Isab. 
Bellfort and Doubty they write us word they will be here suddenly, but I have little hopes; for my Father is so resolved in whatever he proposes, I must despair of his consent for Bellfort, though he is too reasonable to force me to Marry any one, besides he is engaged, in honour, to your Father.  Theo. 
Nay, if thou thinkest of subjection still, or I either, we are in a desperate case: No, mutiny, mutiny, I say.  Isab. 
And no money, no money will our Fathers say.  Theo. 
If our Lovers will not take us upon those Terms they are not worthy of us. If they will, farewell Daddy, say I.  Isab. 
If so, I will be as hearty a Rebel, and as brisk as thou art for thy life; But canst thou think they are such Romancy Knights to take Ladies with nothing? I am scarce so vain though I am a woman.  Theo. 
I would not live without vanity for the Earth; if every one could see their own faults 'twould be a sad World.  Isab. 
Thou sayst right, sure the world would be almost depopulated, most men would hang themselves.  Theo. 
Ay, and women too: Is there any creature so happy as your affected Lady? or conceited Coxcomb?  Isab. 
I must confess they have a happy error, that serves their turn better than truth; but away with Philosophy, and let's walk on and consider of the more weighty matters of our Love.  Theo. 
Come along my Dear.  Ex, Isabel and Theodocia. Enter Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. 
What a pox is the matter? She has pissed upon a Nettle to day, or else the Witches have bewitched her. Ha, now I talk of Witches, I am plaguily afraid, and all alone: No here's Nuncle Tomas.  Enter Tho. Shaklehead. Tom Sha. 
How now Cousin?  Sir Tim. 
Cousin? plain Cousin? You might have more manners Uncle, 'sflesh, and one gives you an Inch, you'll take an Ell. I see Familiarity breeds Contempt.  Tom Sha. 
Well, Sir Timothy, then, By'r Lady I thought no harm; But I am your Uncle. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that.  Sir Tim. 
Yes, my Father's younger Brother. What a Murrain do we keep you for, but to have an eye over our Dogs and Hawks, to drink Ale with the Tenants (when they come with Rent or Presents) in Black Jacks, at the upper end of a Brown Shovel-board Table in the Hall? to sit at lower end o'th' board at meals, rise make your Leg, and take away your Plate at second Course? And you to be thus familiar!  Tom Sha. 
Pray forgive me good Cousin: Sir Timothy, I mean.  Sir Tim. 
Very well, you will be saucy again Uncle. ud's lord, Why was I Knighted but to have my Title given me? My Father, and Lady Mother can give it me, and such a Fellow as you, a mere younger Brother to forget it.  Tom Sha. 
Nay, nay, haud ye yeou mun tat in good part, I did but forget a bit, good Sir Timothy.  Sir Tim. 
My Mother would be in a fine taking about it, and she knew it.  Tom Sha. 
Nay, pray now do not say ought to my Lady, by th' Mass who'll be e'en stark wood an who hears on't. But look a, look a, here come th' Caursers, the Hare has played the dev'l with us to night, we been aw bewitched.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, so we have, to have the Hare vanish in open Field before all our faces, and our eyes never off from her.  Tom Sha. 
Ay, and then an awd wife (they caw'n her Mother Demdike) to start up i'th same pleck! i'th' very spot o grawnt where we losten puss!  Enter Sir jeffery Shaklehead, Sir Edward Harfourt, young Harfourt, Chaplain, Clod, and other Servants. Sir Edw. 
These are Prodigies you tell, they cannot be; your senses are deceived.  Sir jeff. 
My senses deceived! that's well, Is there a Justice in Lancashire has so much skill in Witches as I have? Nay, I'll speak a proud word, you shall turn me lose against any Witchfinder in Europe; I'd make an Ass of Hopkins if he were alive.  Young Har. 
Nay, I'll swear 'tis true, a Pox on that awd Carrion Mother Demdike, she has marred all our sports, and almost killed Two Brace of Greyhounds worth a Thousand pound.  Sir Edw. 
Dreams, mere Dreams of Witches, old womens' fables, the Devil's not such a Fool as you would make him.  Sir jeff. 
Dreams! mercy upon me! are you so profane to deny Witches?  Smerk. 
Heaven defend! will you deny the existence of Witches? 'Tis very Atheistical.  Sir Edw. 
Incorrigible ignorance! 'tis such as you are Atheistical, that would equal the Devil's power with that of Heaven its self. I see such simple Parsons cannot endure to hear the Devil dishonoured.  Sir jeff. 
No Witches? why I have hanged above Fourscore. Read Bodin, Remigius, Delrio, Nider, Institutor, Sprenger, Godelman, and More, and Malleus Maleficarum, a great Author, that Writes sweetly about Witches, very sweetly.  Sir Edw. 
Malleus Maleficarum a Writer, he has read nothing but the titles I see.  Sir jeff. 
Oh I a great man, Malleus was a great man; Read Cousin, read the Antidote against Atheism: Well, I'll make work among your Witches.  Young Har. 
Ay good Sir jeffery do, ud's Lud they'll grow so bold one shan't go a Caursing, Hunting or Hawking for 'em one of these days; and then all the joy of ones life's gone.  Sir Edw. 
Why are those all the joys of Life?  Young Har. 
Ay Godsflesh are they, I'd not give a Farthing to live with out 'em, what's a Gentleman but his Sports.  Tho. Sha. 
Nay, by'r Lady, I must have a saup of Ale now and then, besides sports.  Sir jeff. 
Why here's my Son, Sir Timothy, saw the Hare vanish, and the Witch appear.  Sir Tim. 
That I did upon my Honour Sir jeffery.  Enter Clod. Clod. 
So ho, here's the Hare again.  Young Har. 
He Boys, loo on the Dogs, more sport, more sport.  Sir Edw. 
'Tis almost dark, let's home: go to your Mistress, Fool.  Young Har. 
Time enough for that, Sir, I must have this Course first, halloo.  They all go out as to Coursing. Mother Demdike rises out of the ground as they re-enter. Sir jeff. 
Now, Sir Edward, do you see, the Hare is vanished, and here is the Hag.  Sir Edw. 
Yes, I see 'tis almost dark, the Hare is run from your tired Dogs, and here is a poor old Woman gathering of sticks.  Smerk. 
Avaunt thou filthy Hag, I defy thee and all thy works.  Clod. 
This is wheint indeed Sir, you are a Schollard, pray defend me.  Sir jeff. 
Now you shall see how the Witches fear me.  Sir Edw. 
The old women have reason to fear you, you have hanged so many of 'em.  Sir jeff. 
Now Tom Shaklehead, and you Clod, lay hold o'th' Witch quickly; now you shall see my skill, we'll search her, I warrant she has biggs or teats a handful long about her parts that shall be nameless; then we have her watched eight and forty hours, and pricked with Needles, to keep her from sleeping, and make her confess, Gad she'll confess any thing in the world then; and if nor, after all, we'll tie her Thumbs and great Toes together and fling her into your great Pond. Let me alone with her, I warrant ye, come, come, come, where are you?  Sir Edw. 
So I must have a poor old woman murdered in my House.  Mother Demdike knocks down Tom Shaklehead and Clod and vanishes. Tom. Sha. Clod. 
Oh the Witch, the Devil.  Sir jeff. 
How now, what's the matter?  Tom Sha. 
Why by'r Lady, the devil's i'th' matter, the old Hag has knocked us both dawn, and is vanished under grawnt I think.  Sir Edw. 
Your fear has knocked you down, and the old woman has escaped.  Sir jeff. 
No, no, she has done't; a Witch has a mighty strength: Six men are not strong enough for a Witch of Fourscore.  Sir Edw. 
Come prithee, Sir jeffery, let's home and drive these fables out of her heads, its dark.  Sir jeff. 
Nay, I know how to deal with her, I'll send my Warrant, and a Constable with that is strong enough to beat six Witches, ay, six the ablest Witches on'em 'em all: you'd wonder at it, but faith 'tis true.  Exeunt omnes. Mother Demdike reenters. Demd. 
Ha, ha, ha, how I have fooled these fellows, let 'em go home and prate about it, this night we'll revel in Sir Edward's Cellar, and laugh at the Justice. But to the business of the Night.  She sings. 
Come, Sisters, come, why do you stay?  
Our business will not brook delay,  

a This is a solemn description of a fit time for Witches to be at work.  The Owl is flown from the hollow Oak.  
From Lakes and Bogs the Toads do croak.  
The Fox's bark, the Screetch-Owl screams:  
Wolves howl, Bats fly, and the faint beams  
Of Glow-worm's light grows bright apace;  
The Stars are fled, the Moon hides her face.  

b The Spindle or Wheel is used in the●s conjurations. Martial makes it used for troubling the Moon, lib. 9 Ep. 3. Quae nunc Thessalico 〈◊〉 did ●cere●rhom 〈◊〉 lib. 2. Ep. 67. Cum secta Cho●co Luna Vapulat rhombo, Lucan who of all the Poets writes with th●●ost admirable height about Witchcraft in his sixt Book, makes the Wheel or Spindle to be used in ●●●ve matters, Traxerunt torti Magica v●rtigine sili, as does, Ovid lib. 1. Eleg. 8. Se●●ene quid grames 〈…〉 licia, etc. And so Propertius, lib. 3. Staminea rhombi d●citu●●rota. And lib. 2. D●ficiunt Magico torti sub c●rmine rhombi.  The Spindle now is turning round:  

c The groaning of Mandrakes is a tradition of old women, and that the groan kill●. See the Notes in the Third Act, it has been always thought of great use in Magic.  Mandrakes are groaning under ground.  

d For choosing Ditches for their Magic rights, Ovid Metam. lib. 7. 〈…〉 procul egesta scrobibus tellure du●k●● 〈◊〉 facit. For scraping holes with their 〈…〉 lib. 1. satire 8. concerning Ca●●●lia, and Sag●na scalpere terram 〈◊〉 And it is used by our modern Witches, as you shall find in Malleus Malle●●●arum, Bodin, Remigius, Delrio, etc. Il. lib. 3. 〈◊〉 M●gicarum, Sect. 4. de s●gitarii 〈◊〉 is et imaginum fabicatorum Maleficis tells man, st●●ies of their using  i'th' hole i'th' Ditch, (our Nails have made)  

e Images, he says, H●●d mul●●● a sagittarii● 〈…〉 imagines quas vel ac●bus p●e●ngunt●vel ig●e liq ●●nt vel confringunt, etc. See 〈◊〉 B●e●h, the History of King Duff, lib. 3. rerum Scotica●●m Corn. Tacit. Ann. 2d de 〈◊〉 pisonis et morte 〈◊〉, says, rep●rieba●tur 〈…〉 humanorun c●rporum reliquiae carmina et devotiones 〈…〉 Quae movere ceroas imagines, Ovid, Amor. 7. Eleg. 6. Sagave punicea de fixit nomina cera.  Now all our Images are laid,  
Of Wax and Wool, which we must 
f Ovid ibid., et medium tenues in jecur urget acus 〈◊〉. Ep. before quoted, following that Verse, Et mis●rum tenues in jecur urget acus. See Bodin. Daemonoman. lib. 2. Cap. 8. a great deal of stuff to this purpose. One in my memory had this kind of Witchcraft sworn against her at the Old-Bayley, before Steel, Recorder of London,  prick,  
With Needles urging to the quick.  

g Hor. lib. 1. satire 8. de Canidia & Sagan●● pullam dveillere mordicus agnam caeperunt, Ovid metam. 7 cultrosque in guttur velleris atri conjucit et patulas perfundit sanguine fosses.  Into the hole I'll pour a flood  
Of Black Lambs blood, to make all good.  
The Lamb with Nails and Teeth we'll tear.  
Come where's the Sacrifice? appear.  Enter Mother Dickenson, Hargrave, Malipiero, Spencer, and several other Witches with a Black Lamb. Witches. 
'Tis here.  Demd. 
Why are you all so tardy grown?  
Must I the work perform alone?  Dicken, 

h All Witches, ancient and modern, are said to have one presiding at their conventions which they honour with a title. Apuleius mentions the Regina sagarum & Delrio, Disqu. Mag. lib. 2. quest. 9 and this is found in all late examinations of Witches.  Be patient Dame, we'll all obey.  Dem. 
Come then to work, anon we'll play.  
To yonder Hall  
Our Lord we'll call,  
Sing, dance and eat,  
Play many a feat,  
And fright the Justice and the Squire,  
And plunge the cattle into the Mire.  
But now to work  They tear the Black Lamb in pieces and pour the Blood into the hole. 

i Deber is said to be the Daemon of the night, that flies about and does mischief, and principally in Tempests, Pet. de Loyer de spectris in English, page 14. And Bodin, lib. 2. cap. 4. says, Deber is the Daemon of the night, and Chel●b of the day.  Deber, Deber, do not Stay,  
Upon the Waves go sport and play;  
And see the ship be Cast away.  
Come let us now our parts perform,  
And Scrape a hole, and raise a Storm.  Dicken. 

k For their rights in their imaginary raising of Storms. see Bod. lib. 2. cap. 8. Remigius D●●molat, lib. 1. cap. 25. and cap. 29. also Delrio, lib. 2. Quest. 1. enumerateth a great many odd rites (different from the following.) For troubling the Air, and bringing darkness, Thunder, Rain, Hail, etc. see Nider in his Formicarium, cap. 4. O laus de gentibus sep●e n●rionlibus, lib. 3. sub titu●o de magis et Maleficis Finnorum, also Malleus Maleficarum. Wierus de praest, Daem. lib. 3. cap. 16. describes at large the way of raising a Storm. Speaking of the illusions of the Devil towards Witches, he says, 〈◊〉 ●as instruit ut quandoque silices post tergum occidentem versus projiciant aliquando ut araenam aquae torrentis in aerem projiciant plerumque scopas in aquam in tingant coelumque versus spargant vel fossula facta et lotio iufuso vel aqua digitum (others say, digitum vel baculum) comoveant subinde in olla porcorum pilos (or as others say, Setas porcinas) bulliant no●●unquam trabes vel ligna in ripa transverse collocant, See Scott. p. 60. he adds the use of rotten Sage.  Here is some Sea Sand I have Gotten,  
Which thus into the Air I Throw.  Harg. 
Here's sage, that under ground was rotten,  
Which thus around me ay bestow.  Spencer. 
Sticks on the Bank across are laid.  Harg. 
The hole by our nails is almost made.  
Hog's Bristles boil within the Pot.  Demd. 
The Hollow flint Stone I have Got,  
Which I over my Shoulder throw,  
Into the west, to make winds blow.  
Now water here, and urine put,  
And with your Sticks stir it about.  
Now dip your brooms, and toss them high,  
To bring the Rain down from the Sky.  
Not yet a Storm? 
l Lucan, lib. 6. Miratur Erichtho has satis licuisse moras 〈…〉 verberat immotum vivo serpent cadaver, I use live Serpents here upon another occasion.  Come let us wound  
The Air with every dreadful sound, 
m For these confused noises Lucan in the same Book, Tun● vox Letheis cunctis polleutior herbis excantare Deos 〈◊〉 murmura brimum dissona et humanae multum discordia lingu●e latratus habet illa canum gemitus▪ L●porum quad trepidus bubo quod strix nocturna queruntur quod strident ululantque ferae quod sibilat anguis etc. To● rerum vox una fuit: See the latter part of the Notes in the second Act, about the raising ot Tempests; if you be so curious you may find something in all Authors that treat of Witches, and many of 'em mention one Ericus ●ing of Swee●en, who, as they believe, could do it by magic, as does Delrio, Remigius, and Lud●●igus, 〈◊〉 Daemonomagiae, Qu●stio 6. Silvest. Prierias de ord. prae licatorum de strigimagis, Discourses of the power of Witches in raising Storms: and Guaccius compendium maleficarum, 〈◊〉, Bartholom●us Sp●●eus and many more.   
And with live vipers beat the ground.  They beat the ground with Vipers, they bark, howl, hiss, cry like Screetch-Owles, hollow like Owls, and make many confused noises: The Storm begins. 

Song of three parts.  

NOw the winds roar,  
And the Skies Pour  
Down all their Store.   It Thunders and Lightens. 

And now the Night's black,  
Hark how the Clouds crack.  
Hark how the Clouds crack.   It Thunders and Lightens. 

A hollow din the Woods now make,  
The Valleys tremble, Mountains Shake,  
And all the living Creatures quake.   It Thunders and Lightens. 

It keeps awake the Sleepy fowl,  
The Sailors Swear, the high Seas roll,  
And all the frighted Dogs do howl.    It Thunders and Lightens. Demdike speaks. 
Now to our tasks let's all be gone,  
Our Master we shall meet anon,  
Between the hours of twelve and one.  They all set up a laugh. Enter Clod with a Candle and Lantern. Clown. 
Whaw, what a Storm is this! I think Mother Demdike and all her Dee'ls are abroad to neeght, 'tis so dark too  
I canno see my hont. 
* One of the Witches flies away with the Candle and Lantern, Mother Demdike sets him upon the top of a Tree, and they all fly away Laughing.  Oh the Devil, the Devil,  
help! help! this is Mother  
Demdike, help, Flesh,  
what mun I do? I canno  
get dawn, 'swawnds Ayst  
be clemd an I stay here awe neeght.  Enter Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. 
Was there ever such a Storm raised on a sudden, the Sky being clear, and no appearance on't before?  Doubt. 
But the worst part of our misfortune is to be out of our way in a strange Country, the night so dark that Owls and Bats are wildred.  Bell. 
There is is no help, Cover the Saddles, and stand with the Horses under that Tree, while we stand close and shelter ourselves here; the Tempest is so violent it cannot last.  Doubt. 
Now Philosophy help us to a little patience, Heaven be praised we are not at Sea yet.  Bell. 
These troubles we Knight Errants must endure when we march in search of Ladies.  Doubt. 
Would we were in as good Lodging as our Dogs have which we sent before to whaley. I fear too (after all this device of yours) our pretending to hunt here will never take.  Bell. 
Why So?  Doubt. 
Will any body think that a man in his right wits should choose this Hilly Country to hunt in?  Bell. 
O, yes, there are Huntsmen that think there's no sport without venturing Necks or Collet-bones; besides, there is no other way to hope to see our Mistresses: by this means we shall troll out my mistress's Brother, who loves, and understands nothing but Country sports. By that we may get acquaintance with Sir Edward Harfourt, who is reported to be a wise, honest, hospitable, true English man. And that will bring us into Sir jeffery Shaklehead's family, Whally being in the midway betwixt them.  Doubt. 
I am resolved to see my Mistress, what e'er comes on't, and know my doom. Your Yorkshire Spa was a fatal place to me, I lost a heart there, Heaven knows when I shall find it again.  Bell. 
Those interviews have spoiled me for a man of this World, I can no more throw of my loose corns of Love upon a Tenant's Daughter in the Country, or think of Cuckolding a Keeping Fool in the City; I am grown as pitiful a whining Loving animal as any Romance can furnish us with.  Doubt. 
That we should scape in all the Tour of France and Italy, where the Sun has power to ripen Love, and catch this distemper in the North! but my Theodosia in humour, wit and beauty has no equal.  Bell. 
Besides, my Isabel!  Doubt. 
To you your Isabella's equal.  Bell. 
We are pretty fellows to talk of Love, we shall be wet to the Skin; yonder are lights in many Rooms, it must be a great House, let's make towards it.  Doubt. 
It is so dark, and among these Hills and Enclosures 'tis impossible. Will no lucky fellow, of this place, come by and guide us? We are out of all Roads.  Clod. 
Oh! Oh! what must Ay do? Ay am well neegh parisht: I must try to get dawn. He falls. Help, help, Murder, Murder.  Bell. 
What a Devil is here a fellow fallen from the top of a Tree?  Doubt. 
'Sdeath is this a night to climb in? what does this mean?  Clod. 
Oh! Oh!  Bell. 
Here, who art thou? What's the matter?  Clod. 
Oh the dev'l; avant, I defy thee and all thy warks.  Doubt. 
Is he drunk or mad? give me thy hand, I'll help thee.  Clod. 
begone, Witches I defy ye, help! help.  Bell. 
What dost thou talk of? we are no Witches nor Devils, but travellers that have lost our way, and will reward thee well if thou wilt guide us into it.  Clod. 
An yeow been a mon Ay'st talk why ye a by'r, yeow must tack a care o your sells, the place's haunted with Buggarts, and Witches, one of 'em took my Condle and lantern out of my hont, and flew along wy it; and an other Set me o top o th' tree, where I feel dawn naw, Av ha' well neegh brocken my theegh.  Doubt. 
The fellows mad, I neither understand his words, nor his Sense, prithee how far is it to whaley?  Clod. 
Why yeow are quite besaid th' road mon, yeow Shoulden a gone dawn th' bonk by Thomas oh Georges, and then e'en at yate, and turned down th' Loan, and left the Steepo o'th' reeght hont.  Bell. 
Prithee doubt tell us what we should have done, but how far it is to whaley.  Clod. 
Why marry four mail and a bit.  Doubt. 
we'll give thee an Angel and show us the way thither.  Clod. 
Marry that's Whaint I conno see my hont, haw con Ay show ye to whaley to neeght.  Bell. 
Canst thou show us to any house where we may have Shelter and Lodging to night? we are Gentlemen and strangers, and will pay you well for't.  Clod. 
Ay by'r Lady con I, th' best ludging and diet too in awe Loncashire, Yonder at th' hough where yeow seen th' leeghts there.  Doubt. 
Whose house is that?  Clod. 
Why what a pox, where han yeow lived? why yeow are Stronger's indeed! why, 'tis Sir Yedard Harfourts, he 〈…〉 to all Gentry, yeou st be welcome to him by day and by night he's Lord of awe here abauts.  Bell. 
My mistress's Father, Luck if it be thy will, have at my Isabel, Canst thou guide us thither?  Clod. 
Ay, Ay, there's a power of Company there naw, Sir jeffery Shaklehead, and the Knight his Son, and Daughter.  Doubt. 
Lucky above my wishes, o my Dear Theodosia, how my heart leaps at her! prithee guide us thither, we'll pay thee well.  Clod. 
Come on, I am e'en breed aut o my senses, I was ne'er so freeghtend sin I was born, give me your hont.  Bell. 
No here are our men and Horses, we'll get up, and you shall lead the foremost: Now Stars be kind.  Ex. Omnes,  

ACT. II.  Enter Isabel and Smerk. Isab. 
HOW this insolence provokes me!  aside. 
You are not sure in earnest!  to him. Smerk. 
Can any one behold those radiant eyes  
And not have sentiments of Love like mine?  Isab. 
This fellow has read Romances as well as Scholmen▪  Smerk. 
Those eyes to which mine are the Burning-glasses  
That to my heart convey the fire of Love.  Isab. 
What a ●ustian Fool's this! Is this language  
For a Divine?  Smerk. 
Are not Divines made of those Elements  
Which make up other men: Divines may be  
In love I hope.  Isab. 
And may they make love to the Daughter without  
The consent of the Father?  Smerk. 
Undoubtedly, as Casuists must determine.  Isab. 
Will not common sense, without a Casuist, tell  
Us when we do wrong, if so, the Law we are  
Bound to is not plan enough.  Smerk. 
Submit to the judgement of Divines (sweet Lady)  
Marriage is not an Ordinance made by Parents,  
But from above derived▪ and 'tis for that I sue.  Isab. 
Is it not fit I should obey my Father?  Smerk. 
O no, sweet Lady, ●●ve it not to him,  
Your Father has not reverence enough  
For the Church and Churchmen,  
Besides, I'll tell you,  
He is Atheistically inclined: pardon my boldness▪  
For he believes no Witches: But, Madam, if my  
Poor person and my parts may seem gracious to you,  
You lawfully may choose me to make happy.  Isab. 
Your person needs must please; ●Tis amiable.  Smerk. 
Ah sweet Madam!  Isab. 
Your parts beyond exception, ●eat, spruce, florid,  
And very ●●verting.  Smerk. 
No, no, dear Madam.  Isab. 
Who can behold your face without pleasure? or  
Consider your parts without Reverence?  Smerk. 
O Lord, I swear you pose me with your great civilities: I profess you do.  Isab. 
'Tis impossible you should keep long from being Dignified.  Smerk. 
'Tis that I mainly aim at next the enjoyment  
Of so fine a Lady.  Isab. 
May I ●latter myself to think you are in earnest?  Smerk. 
You may most excellent Lady.  Isab. 
And so am I  She gives him a box on the Ear. Smerk. 
Sweet Madam, I receive you as a blessing on my knees.  Isab. 
Thou most insolent of Pedants, thou silly formal Thing with a stiff plain band, a little parsonical Grogram and a Girdle thou art so proud of, in which thou wouldest do well to hang thyself; some have vouchsafed to use it to that purpose: Thou that never wert but a Curate,— a journeyman Divine, as thy Father was a journeyman Taylor, before he could set up for himself, to have the impudence to pretend love to me!  Smerk. 
My function yet, I say, deserves more reverence.  Isab. 
Does it make you not an Ass, or not a Tailor's Son?  Smerk. 
It equal me with the best of Gentry.  Isab. 
How Arrogance! Can any power give honour but the Kings? This is Popery, I●e have you trounced. Could it once enter into thy vain pate, that I could be contented with the pitiful equipage of a Parson's Wife? Bless me● to be carried home to an antique building, with narrow windows, and huge Iron-bars, like an old jail in some Country Burrough, wickedly abused too with dilapidations. To lie in Darneux Curtains, and a Beds-Tester, carved with Idolatrous Images, out of two load of old Timber: or to have for a Friend or a Lying in, one better, one of worsted Chamblet, and to be dressed and undressed by my Cookmaid, who is my Woman and my Chambermaid, and serves me and the Hogs.  Smerk. 
I intent none of these. I assure you my House shall be—  Isab. 
I know what it will be: your Parlour hung with Green printed stuff, of the new fashion, with guilt Leather in panes, a finger's breadth at least, sruft up with a great many stinking Russia Leather Chairs, and an odious Carpet of the same: Then Shelves on one side of your Chimney for a pair of Tables, A Chessboard, your frame of Wax Candle and Tobacco-pipes.  Smerk. 
No, no, no, Madam.  Isab. 
On the other side, Shelves for huge Folices, by which you would be counted a great read man; vast large volumes of expositions upon a short Creed; some Twenty folios upon the Ten Commandments; laud's, heylin's, Andrews, and Tom Fuller's works, with perhaps a piece of Austin, to show you understand a little Latin; and this is your Ecclesiastical furniture, very fit for a Gentlewoman's eating room is it not?  Smerk. 
I understand the mode, Madam, and contemn such vulgar Ornaments.  Isab. 
And in this Parlour to eat Five Tithe-Piggs in a week, brought in by my Woman-Chambermaid, Wash-maid, Cookmaid, etc. And if it be not a working day, waited on by your Groom, Ploughman, Carter, Butler, Tithe-gatherer all in one, with Horse-naild Shoes; his head new kembed and slicked, with a starc'd-Band and no Cuffs.  Smerk. 
My merits will provide you better, please to bear me.  Isab. 
Yes, I know your merits. Then to quibble with you, for my desert, your Backside of half an Acre, with some Sixteen Trees of Marygold and Sweeting-Apples, Horse-Plums, and Warden-pares, hem●d in with panes of antique crumbling Clay; where I should have six Hives of Bees, and you a Mare and Feal, going with a Peacock and Hen.  Smerk. 
All these I much despise would you hear.  Isab. 
Hear, yes, how I should have nothing to entertain my Visitors with, but stewed Prunes and H●nycombs, and flying Ale bottled with Lymen-pill, without all sight of Wine. And should I march abroad to visit, ●would be behind my Canonical Husband, perhaps upon a pied ●●ld Mare big with Foal, holding both hands upon his Girdle, and when at place appointed I arrive, for want of Groom, off slips my nimble Husband first, then helps me down. And now, Fool, I have painted thee, and what thou art to trust to, in thy colours.  Smerk. 
I beseech you, Madam, moderate your passions: Hear my propositions.  Isab. 
No, Impudence, my Father shall hear 'em.  Smerk. 
I beseech you, Madam, for Heaven's sake, that will undo me. I shall desist, I shall desist.  Ex. Isabel. Enter Susan the Chambermaid. 
Good lack how a man may be mistaken!  
I durst ha' sworn, by her courtesy and frequent smiles, she had been in love with me.  Susan. 
Sweet Sir, what is befallen you? has my Lady angered you? If she can, her heart is not like mine.  Smerk. 
Nothing, Mrs. Susan, nothing, but to be thus despised.  To himself. Susan. 
Dear Sir, can I serve you in any thing? I am bound. I ne'er have been so elevated by any man; methinks I never should have enough of your powerful Ministry sweet Sir.  Smerk. 
Pish: If she tells her Father I am ruined.  To himself. Susan. 
Dear man, now, come drive away this sadness.  
Come, give me thy hand; let's sit down and be merry.  Smerk. 
How! my hand! go too.  
This creature is in Love with me: But shall my prodigious natural parts, and no less amazing acquisitions in Metaphysics and Schooled Divinity be cast upon a Chambermaid? Farewell, I must not be too familiar.  Exit. Susan. 
So scornful! Cruel creature, I will soften thee yet. Have I for thee set days and nights crosslegged and sighed before thou cam'st hither? And fasted on St. Agnes night for thee? And since thy coming have tied three coloured True Love's Knots, quilled thy Cuffs and startch●d thy Band myself, and never failed thee of thy morning Caudle or Jelly Broth? have I already put my Hair and Nails in Powder in thy Drink, and put a live Fish in a part about me till it died, and then gave it thee to eat in thy Drink, and all for this? Well, I will mollify thee. And Mother Demdike shall help me to morrow: I●le to her, and discourse her about it. If I have breath, I cannot live without him.  Enter Sir Edward Harfort and his Son. Sir Edw. 
Susan, Go tell my Cousin Theodosia, I would speak with her.  Susan. 
I will Sir.  Exit. Yo. Har. 
Pshaw, now must I be troubled with making Love; a deuce take it for me: I had rather be a Coursing an 'twere time o●th day.  Sir Edw. 
Now Son, for your own good and my satisfaction, I would have you (since her Father and I am agreed) to settle this business, and marry with Theodosia with all the speed that can be.  Yo. Har. 
What haste Sir? For my part I care not for Marriage, not I I love my Neighbours, a Cup of Ale, and my sports, I care for nought else.  Sir Edw. 
(But that thy Mother was too virtuous for my suspicion) I should think that by thy sordid mind thou wert a Stranger to my Blood; and, if you be not ruled by me, assure yourself I'll make you a stranger to my Estate.  Yo. Har. 
What does he mean now? hah, to disinherit me?  Sir Edw. 
No, part of its entailed; and if you will not marry where I direct you, your Sister will obey me, and may bring me one to inherit it. Consider that.  Enter Theodosia. 
Here comes your Mistress, beautiful and good as any of her Sex. Sweet Cousin be pleased to stay one moment with my Son: I●le wait on you again.  Exit. Theo. 
Your Servant Sir. How shall I be entertained by this Dolt! How much rather had he be with Country Justices and Farmers, in a low Thatched House, with a smooth Black Pot of Ale in his hand, or with his Kites, Dogs and cattle?  Yo. Har. 
What a Devil shall I say to her now? I had as leive knock my head against the wall as make Love. Will you please to sit down Cousin?  Theo. 
Ay Cousin. And fall fast a-sleep if I can.  Aside. Yo. Har. 
'Twas a great Storm, and rose very suddenly to night Cousin.  Theo. 
Very true.  Yo. Har. 
Pox, I don't know what to say to her.  Aside. 
'Tis almost over tho' now.  To her. Theo. 
'●is so.  Yo. Har. 
'Tis so, What a Devil shall I say more? Would I were at six go downs ●pon reputation, in Ale, with honest Tom Shaklehead.  Aside. 
What do you think 'tis a Clock Madam?  To her. Theo. 
Six minutes past eight by mine.  Yo. Har. 
Mine goes faster, Is yours Aspenwolds?  Theo. 
No Tompions.  Yo. Har. 
'Tis a very pretty one! Pish, I can go no farther, not I  Theo. 
'Tis Bedtime.  Yo. Har. 
Ay so it is, and I am main sleepy by'r Lady,  
Coursing had gotten me a woundy Stomach,  
And I eat like a Swine Faith and Troth.  Theo. 
But it got you nothing to your Stomach.  Yo. Har. 
You have heard the story, we coursed a Witch all day instead of a Hair; Mother Demdike.  Theo. 
'tis well you did not catch her, she would have been very tough meat.  Yo. Har. 
Ha, ha, ha, well I ●ow that●s very well. I hope Sir jeffery will hang the Witch; I am sure she has tired my Dogs and me so, that I am so sleepy I can scarce hold up my head by●r Lady.  Theo. 
I am tired too: This dulness is almost as tedious as his making of Love would be.  Yo. Har. 
If 'twould hold up now, we should have fine weather for Hawking to morrow, and then have at the Powts.  Theo. 
Your Hawks would not fly at Mother Demdike too.  Yo. Har. 
Nay, marry I cannot tell: But would you would go a Hawking, you should ride upon a Pad of mine, should carry you with a Bumper in your hand, and not spill a drop.  Theo. 
I am for no Field sports I thank you Sir.  Yo. Har. 
Now can't I speak a word more.  They paws. Theo. 
Now methinks we are mere man and Wife already, without marrying for the matter. Ha, he's a-sleep, and snores like the Base-pipe of an Organ: Tho' I like his indifference better than I should his Love; yet I have no patience to bear sleeping in my face; that's a little too much.  Yo. Har. 
Oh Lord, what's that! Oh Mother Demdike! Oh, oh, the Witch, the Witch!  Theo. 
He talks in his sleep, I believe, e'en as well, as when he's awake.  Yo. Har. 
Murder, murder, oh help, the Witch; oh the Witch, oh, oh, Mother Demdike!  Theo. 
He talks and dreams of the Witch: I'll try a trick with him.  She pulls the chair from under him. Et exit. Yo. Har. 
Oh help, help, the Witch, the Witch, ay there she vanished: I saw her, oh she flew up the Chimney. I'll go to Sir jeffery, and take my Oath presently. Oh I am fore frightened.  Enter Isabel. 
Oh the Witch, the Witch, Mother Demdike.  Exit yo▪ Har. Isab. 
What ails the Fool, is he mad?  
Here's a Coil with Witches.  Enter Sir Jeffery, Lady Shacklehead and Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. 
Oh Madam, are you there? I have done your errant.  L. Sha. 
Your Servant Cousin.  Isab. 
Your Ladyship's humble Servant.  L. Sha. 
Look you Cousin, Lady me no Ladies, unless you be civiller to Sir Timothy.  Sir Tim. 
Look you there.  Sir jeff. 
I suppose you are not ignorant who we are.  La. Sha. 
Nay, prithee, Sir jeffery, hold; Let me alone.  Sir jeff. 
Nay, go on my Dear, thou shalt have it; well, thou art as notable a woman as any is within Fifty miles of thy head, I●le say that for thee.  La. Sha. 
Pray Cousin conceive me, breeding is a fine thing; but you have always lived in the Country▪ I have, for my part, been often at London, lodged in Covent-Garden ay, and been in the drawing Room too. Poor creature, she does not know what that is.  Sir. jeff. 
Pray mind my Chicken, she's the best bred Woman in the Country.  L. Sha. 
Pray spare me Sir jeffery, here's Sir Timothy, I have bred him with great care and charges at Oxford and the Inns of Court.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, and I have been in the Drawing-Room too.  L. Sha. 
I have gotten him Knighted too, for mine and Sir jefferies' services, which we have performed in governing the Country about us so well.  Isab. 
What does your Ladyship drive at?  Sir Tim. 
Ay, you know well enough: Now you look as if Butter would not melt in your mouth.  La. Sha. 
Besides, let me tell you, Sir Timothy's person's as charming as another's; his shape and height perfect, his Face, though I say it, exceeding good, his Eyes vigorous and sparkling his Nose and Chin resembling our Family; in short, Nature has not been negligent in his Composition.  Sir jeff. 
Well, thou art the best spoken Woman in England, I'll say that for thee.  Isab. 
I confess all this Madam.  Sir Tim. 
Oh, do you so.  La. Sha. 
Pray give me leave, not one Knight in the Land dresses better, or wears better fancied Garniture, or better Periwigs.  Sir Tim. 
My Trimings my own fancy; and the best Wigg-maker in England, one in Crooked-lane works for me.  La. Sha. 
Hold Sir Timothy, I say these things premised, it is not ●it to use my Son uncivilly: I am loath to complain to your Father, consider and be wise. I know we are politicly coy, that's decent; I, myself, was so to Sir jeffery.  Sir jeff. 
Ay by'r Lady was she. Well, I thought I should never have won thee▪ Thou wert a perilous Girl.  La. Sha. 
But I was never uncivil.  Isab. 
I know not what you mean! I uncivil to my dear Cousin! what makes thee think so? I assure your Ladyship I value him as he deserves. What Cousin art angry for a jest? I think no man like him for my part.  Sir jeff. 
Why, look you Sir Timothy.  La. Sha. 
Nay Sir Timothy, you are to blame, jesting shows one's kindness, go too.  Sir Tim. 
I swear and vow I thought you had been in earnest Cousin. I am your humble Servant.  La. Sha. 
Well, we'll leave you together.  Sir jeff. 
Come on Boy, stand up to her, Gad I bore up briskly to thy Mother before I won her. Ah, when I was young, I would have— Well, no more to be ●●id.  La. Sha. 
Come, come away, you will have your saying!  Exit. Lady and Sir Jeffrey. Sir Tim. 
Well, but have you so good an opinion of me as you declared? hum—  Isab. 
The very same I assure you.  Sir Tim. 
Ah my dear pretty Rogue! Then I●le marry you presently, and make you a Lady.  Isab. 
Let me see, are they out of hearing?  Sir Tim. 
Come feth, let's kiss upon that business, here's a Parson in the House; nay, faith, faith, I must kiss thee, my dear little Rogue.  Isab. 
Stand off Baboon, nay, a Baboon of good parts Exceeds thee; Thou Magg●t, Insect, worse than any nasty thing the Sun is Father to.  Sir Tim. 
What do you begin to call names again? but this is in Jest too prithee, ●et me Kiss thee, pray dear, faith do.  Isab. 
In ●est! Heaven is my witness there's not a living thing ●pon Two Legs I would not choose before Thee.  Sir Tim. 
Holloo, Where's Sir jeffery and my Lady?  Isab. 
They are out of thy hearing Oaph. 'Slife how dar'st thou be so Impudent to love me with that face, that can provoke nothing but laughter at best in any one? Why thou hast the Rickets in thy fa●●: There●s no proportion, every feature by it self is abominable; and put together Intolerable. Thou hast the very Lines and air of a Pigs face, Baptista Porta would have drawn thee so.  Sir Tim. 
Ha, What do you say? my face! I'll not change with e'er a man in Lancashire. Face! talk of my face, Ha.  Isab. 
Thou art uglier than any Witch in Lancashire, and if thou wert in Woman's Clothes, thy own Father would apprehend thee for one: Thy Face, I never saw so deformed a thing on the head of an old Lyra viol. It might fright Birds from a Cherry garden: But what else 'tis good for, I know not.  Sir Tim. 
'Sbud, now you provoke me, I must tell you, I think myself as handsome for a Man, as you are for a woman.  Isab. 
Oh, foh, out upon that filthy visage, My maid with her Sizars in two minutes shall Cut me a Better in brown paper. There is not a Creature upon Earth but is a Beauty to thee; besides, thou hast a hollw Tooth would Cure the Mother beyond ●r●a setida or burnt Feathers.  Enter Theodosia. Sir Tim. 
Well, well, You'll sing another note when I have acquainted your Father, you will.  Isab. 
Thou li●●t, I will not▪ If I were condemned to Death, I would not take a pardon 〈◊〉 marry thee. Set thy Fool's heart at rest then, and make no more nauseous Love to me. Thy Face to one fasting would give a vomit beyond Crocus.  Sir Tim. 
You are a proud, peevish, Minx, and that's the best of you. Let me tell you that, hum. I can have your betters every day I rise.  Theo. 
How now! What says the fool?  Sir Tim. 
ud's Ludlikins, huswife, If you provoke me I'll take you o' the Pate.  Isab. 
Thou odious, Loathsome Coxcomb, out of my sight, or I'll tear thy Eyes out.  Sir. Tim. 
Coxcomb! ha, ha, ha, ah thou are a good one. Well I say no more.  Isab. 
dam, da, pretty thing!  Enter Sir Edward, Bellfort and Doubty. Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, the storm has obliged me that drove you under my Roof, I knew your Fathers well, we were in Italy together, and all of us came home with our English Religion, and our English Principles. During your stay here (which for my own sake I hope will not be short) command my House: let not your Dogs and Servants lie at whaley; but be pleased to know this House is yours, and you will do me honour in commanding it.  Bell. 
This generosity makes good the Character that all men give of you.  Doubt. 
A Character that England rings with, and all men of never so differing opinions agree in.  Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, you do me too much honour; I would endeavour to imitate the life of our English Gentry before we were corrupted with the base manners of the French.  Bell. 
If all had had that Noble resolution, long since we had curbed the greatness of that Monarch.  Isab. 
What are these Apparitions, Doughty and Bellfort!  Theo. 
They are they indeed. Hay, what ails my heart to beat so fast?  Isab. 
Methinks mine is a little too busy here.  Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, here is my Daughter and her Kinswoman, I think you saw 'em last Summer at Scarbrough.  Bell. 
We did Sir.  They salute 'em. Doubt. 
We little thought to have the honour of seeing so fine Ladies this night.  Enter Servant, and whispers to Sir Edward. Bell. 
We could not expect this happiness, till next Season at the Waters.  Sir Edw. 
What story is this? My Son almost frighted out of his wits with a Witch! Gentlemen, I beg your pardon for a moment.  Ex. Sir Edward and Servant. Both. 
Your humble Servant.  Isab. 
Nothing could be more unexpected than seeing you here!  Theo. 
Pray Gentlemen, How did you come?  Doubt. 
Travelling for whaley, where I told you, Madam, in my Letters, I would suddenly be, we lost our way by the darkness of the night, and wandered till we came near this House, whither an honest Country fellow brought us for shelter from this dreadful Tempest.  Bell. 
And your Father is pleased to admit a brace of stray-fellows with the greatest civility in the world: But, Madam, coming safe to shore, after a Shipwreck, could not bring such joy to me, as I find in seeing you.  To Isab. Doubt. 
The Sun, to a man left a Winter at Greenland, could not be so ravishing a sight, as you dear Madam are to me.  To Theo. Theo. 
This is Knight Errantry indeed.  Isab. 
Methinks they talk Romance too. But 'tis too late if they be in earnest; for the Dames are disposed of.  Bell. Doubt. 
How, Married!  Isab. 
Not executed but condemned!  Theo. 
Beyond all hopes of mercy.  Doubt. 
Death, Madam, you struck me to the heart: I felt your Words here.  Bell. 
My heart was just at my mouth, if you had not stopped it with this Cordial 'thad slown. I may live now in hope of a reprieve for you.  Isab. 
Our Fathers will never consent to that.  Theo. 
Mine will not I am sure. I have a Mother, to boot, more obstinate than he.  Doubt. 
If they be so merciless, self-preservation, the great Law of Nature will justify your escape.  Bell. 
We Knight Errants, as you call us▪ will rescue you I● warrant you.  Isab. 
But if we leave our fools, our Fathers will leave us.  Bell. 
If you lose your Father, Madam, you shall find one that will value you infinitely more, and love you more tenderly.  Doubt. 
And you, Madam, shall meet with one, whose person and whose fortune shall be always at your command.  Theo. 
We grow a little too serious about this matter.  Isab. 
'Tis from Matrimony we would fly! oh 'tis a dreadful thing.  Bell. 
This heresy can never be defended by you: a man must be blind that inclines to that opinion before you.  Enter Sir Edward, Smerk, Servants. Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, I ask your pardon, be pleased to walk into the next Room, and take a small Collation to refresh yourselves.  Bell. 
Your Humble Servant.  Sir Edw. 
This Country Fellow that led you hither, tells me a Tale of Witches, and here's and uproar in my Family, and they say this place is haunted with them; I hope you have no faith in those things.  Doubt. 
When I hear a very strange story, I always think 'tis more likely he should lie that tells it me, than that should be true.  Sir Edw. 
'Tis a good rule for our belief.  Exeunt. Smerk. 
My blood rises at them, These are damned Hobbists and Atheists, I'd have 'em burnt in Smithfield.  Isab. 
Well, these Gentlemen may perhaps go to their Servants and Horses at Whalley to morrow, where they must stay some time before we see 'em again.  Theod. 
We are ruined then: For this Marriage will be so pressed upon us, now the Writings are sealed, and Clothes bought, we shall have no way to delay it, but downright breaking with our Fathers.  Isab. 
I am resolv●d to consult with the Gentlemen this night whatever comes on't.  Theo. 
How canst thou possibly bring it about my Dear?  Isab. 
I warrant thee, a Woman's wit will naturally work about these matters. Come my Dear.  Ex. omnes. The Scene Sir Edward's Cellar. Enter all the Witches, and the Devil in the form of a Buck-Goat after. 
* Burchard Decret. amongst his questions about Confession, where this is found, Fecisti quod quaedam mulieres facere solent Tollunt Piscem vivum & mittunt eum in puerperium suum & tam diu eum ibi teneant dovec mortuus fuerit & decocto pisce vel assato maritis suis ad comedendum tradunt ideo faciunt hoc ut 〈◊〉 in amorem earum exardescant: si fecisti duos aunos per Legitimas ferias peniteas. For the Knots, Virg. Eclog. 8. Necte tribus nodi● ternos Amarilli colores, nectae Amarilli modo, & Veneris, dic vincula necto.  Demd. 
Lo here our little 
a They call that Devil that calls them to their Sabbaths or Feasts, Little Martin, or little Master, Delrio Disquis, Madge, quest. 16. lib. 2. and Bodin Doemonoman, lib. 2. cap. 4. have the same relation out of Paul●●s Grillandus, H● is said to call them with a human voice, but to appear in the shape of a Buck-Goat; ●vocabatur voce quadam velut humana ab ipso daemo●e qu●m non vocant doemonem sed magisterulum 〈◊〉 M●rtinett●m Hunc five Martinellum. And a little after, Et statim hircus ille ascendebat per aerem, etc. Almost all Authors that speak of Witches Sabaths, say, that he is called Martine●●us or Magisterulus▪ and that he appears in form of a Buck-Goat: about their Sabath. See Nichola●● Remigiu, lib. 1. cap. 14. Philippo Ludwig. Elich. Daemonomagi●, Quest. 10. Sol●ut ad conventum delatae Lemi●● Daemonem: Synagogae praesidem & rectorem in solio considentem immutatum in Hircum horridum: Guaccius compendium Maloficarum, Lib. 1. cap. 13. Ibi Daemon est conventus praeses in solio sedet forma terrifica ut plurinum Hiroi, etc.  Master's come.  
Let each of us 
b Kissing the Devils Buttocks is a part of the homage they pay the Devil, as 〈◊〉 says Doctor Edlin did, a Sorbon Doctor, who was burned for a Witch. Scot also quotes our Danaeus, whom 〈◊〉 never read, for kissing the Devils Buttocks. About kissing the Devils Buttocks, see farther, Guaccius in the forequoted Chapter, Ad signum homagii eum (sc. daemonem) in podice osculan●ur 〈◊〉 Elich quest 10▪ Deinde quod homagii est indicum (honour sit Aurbus) ab iis in gerenda sunt oscula Daemovis po●ici.  salute his Bum.  All kiss the Devil's Arse. 
See our provisions ready here,  
To which no 
c The Devil will have no Salt in his Meat, Lud●●igus Elich. Quest. 7. p. 113. A● also Guacc●u, cap. 13. The Devil loves no Salt in his Meat, says Bodin, Daem. lib. 3. cap. 5. because it is an emblem of 〈◊〉 and used by God's command in Sacrifices, and quotes Levit. 1. for that, which is a notable reason.  Salt must ere come near.  Table rises. M. Spen. 
Who draws the Wine?  Demd. 
Our 
d Lucian in his Dialogue of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, or the Lovers of lies (〈◊〉 Witchmongers are) makes one of his Sages Ecrotes tell how he learned of Pa●crates an Egyptian Magician that travelled with him, to make a Staff run of Errands and bring things to him, and that he in the absence of the Magician commanded a Staff to fetch him Water, and not having learned the art of conjuring it down again, it brought Water so often that he feared it would have drowned the Room; he cut 〈◊〉 in two pieces, and then both those pieces fetched Water till the Egyptian came and conjured 'em down▪  Brooms shall do't.  
Go thou.  Dicken. 
And thou.  Harg. 
And thou.  Mal. Spen. 
And thou.  Their Brooms all march off and ferch Bottle●. Devil. 

e They are always at their meetings examined by the Devil, or the Dame, what service they have done. Remigius Daemonolat. lib. 1. cap. 22. Quem admodum solent Heri in Villicis procuratoribus, etc. Ita Daemon in suis comitiis quod tempus examinandis cujusque rebus & actionibus ipse constituit, etc. Speaking of Witches.  What have ye done for my delight?  
Relate the service of the night.  Demd. 
To a Mother's Bed I softly crept,  
And while th' unchristened Brat yet slept,  

f See Malleus Maleficarum, Tom. 2. of Witches being transformed into Cats and ●ac●ing the breath and blood of Children.  I suct the breath and 
g Ovid Fast. lib. 6. says of Striges, which modern Witchmongers call Witches, No●te volant puerosque petunt nutricis egentes & vi●iant cunis corpora rapta suis (〈◊〉 di●●untur lactentia viscera ros●tis & plenum poto sanguine guttur habent Wierus, lib. ultimo de lam●●s, 〈◊〉. 6. relates from one 〈◊〉 a Judge in Boltingen, a place in the Country of Born, the confession of a Witch thus, Infant●bue baptizatis vel nondum baptizatis insidiamur, & ●. hos in cunabulis vel ad 〈…〉 pulchro clam suffuramur & in olla decoquimus de solidiore materia 〈◊〉 facimus 〈…〉 actibus & transvectionibus commodum de liquidiore vero humore utrem implemus ex quo quicunque biberit: See the Notes in the third Act.  blood of that,  
And stole another's flesh and fat,  
Which I will boil before it stink;  
The thick for Ointment, then for Drink  
I●le keep—  

h Remigius, lib. 2. Daemonolat. cap. 3. Haec & nostrae aeta●is 〈◊〉 hominibus moris est facere praesertim si cujus supplicio affecti cadaver Exemplo datum est, & in crucem sublatum nam non solum inde sortilegijs suis materiam muteriam mutuantur sed & abipsis carnificinae instrumentis reste vinculis palo ferramentis siquidem iis velgi etiam opinione in●sse ad incantationes mag●cas. vim quandam & potestatem. The French Gamesters are superstitious in this, and think that the noose of the Rope, that went about the Neck of one that was hanged will make them win. And here old women will prescribe a piece of the Gallows for a cure for an ague. That the ancients were superstitious in these thing, see Lucan, lib. 6. quem nod●sque nocentes ore suo rupit, pend●ntia corpor a carpsit abrasitque cruces percusaque viscera nimbis v●list & incoctas admisso sole medullas, insertum 〈…〉, nigramque per artus stillantis tabi saniem virusque coactum sustulit & morsus nervo retinente pependi●. For the use of dead bodies in Witchcraft see Apuleius, De aureo 〈◊〉, lib. 3. speaking of 〈◊〉 Priusque apparatu solito instruxit feralem officinam. Among other things, Sepultorum cadaverum expositis mul●is admodum●●membris hic nares illic digiti, illic carnosi clavi pendentium, alibi trucidatorum 〈…〉  From a Murderer that hung in Chains  
I bit dried Sinews and shrunk Veins.  
Marrow and Entrails I have Brought,  
A piece o't'h' Gibbet too I got,  
And of the Rope the fatal Knot.  
I sunk a Ship, and in my flight  
I kicked a Steeple down to Night.  Devil. 
Well done my Dame, Ho, ho, ho, ho.  Dick. 

i Lucan makes his Witch inhabit such places, Desertaque busta incolit & 〈◊〉 ob●inet umbris. Agrippa de occulta Philosophia, lib. 1. cap. 48. Saturno correspondent 〈◊〉 fetida tenebrosa s●bterranea religiosa funesta ut coemiteria busta & hominibus deserta habitacula & vetustate caduca loca obscura & horrenda & solitaria astra, cavernae, pu●ei, etc. And in his third Book, cap. 42. Aptissima loca plurim●m experientia visionum nocturnalium incur●ionum & consimilium phantasinatum ut c●miteria & in quibus fieri solent executiones criminalis judicij, etc.  To Gibbets I flew and dismal Caves,  
To Charnel houses and to Graves.  

k Lucan, lib. 6. Ast. ubi servantur saxis, quibus intiums humour d●citur, & tra●ta durescunt●a medu●●e cor● ora tunc omnes avide des●●vit in artus immersitque meanus oculis, gaudetque gelatos aeffodisse orbs.  Bones I got, and flesh enough  
From dead men's Eyes the glewy●Stuff,  
Their Eyeballs with my nails scooped out  
And pieces of their Limbs I've brought—  

l Nider in his Formicarlum mentions one that killed Seven Children in the Mother's Womb, by Witchcraft: This, he says, was done by laying ● Lizard under the Threshold, and that will cause abortion in every Female in the House: Vide Form ●ar. cap. 3. Remigius says about the Cocks-crowing, that nothing is so hateful to the Witches when they are at their Charms, as the Cock-crowing; as one Latoma a Witch, among other things confessed; and several other Author's mention, it as very hateful to the Witches.  A Brat i'th' Mother's Womb I slew.  
The Father's neck I Twisted too.  
Doggs-barkt, Cocks-Crowed, away I flew.  Devil. 
A good Servant, Ho, ho, ho.  Harg. 

m for. Epod. 5. amongst Canidias' materials reckons, Ossa ab ore rapta jejunae Canis. And Lucan▪ lib. 6. of Erichtho. Et quodcunque jacet nuda tellure cadaver ante feras vulucresque sedet; nec carper● membra vult ferro manibusque suis morsusque luporum expectat siccis raptura a faucibus artus.  Flesh from a Raven in a Ditch  
I snatched, and more from a ravenous Bitch.  

n See Apuleius before cited,  'mongst Tombs I searched for flesh and bore,  

o ● Ovid per tumulos errat sparsis distincta Capillis. See the Notes of the third Act.  With hair about my ears alone.  

p For the parts of the Body, the Wen and the blood of slain men, See Apuleius before quoted.  Fingers, Noses, and a Wen.  
And the blood of murdered men,  

q Lucan, lib. 6. Huc quicquid foetu genuit natura sinistro miscetur: Non spuma canum quibus unda timori est viscera non Lyncis non durae nodus Hyaenae defuit.  A mad Dog's Foam, and a Wolves Hairs,  
A Serpent's Bowels, Adders Ears,  
I put in my Pouch; and coming back  
The Bells in a Steeple I did crack.  
I sent the murrain into Hogs,  
And drove the Kine into the Bogs.  Devil. 
'tis well, 'tis well. Ho, ho, ho, ho.  M. Spen. 

r For Philtres, See juvenal. Sat. 6. Hic Magicos afbert cantus hic Thessala vendit Philtra.  To make up Love Cups I have sought,  
A Wolf's Tail, Hair, and Yard, I've got  
The Green Frogs Bones, whose flesh was tain  
From thence by Ants; then a Cat's Brain,  
The Bunch of flesh from a black Foles head,  
Just as his Dam was brought to Bed,  
Before she licked it; and I have some  
Of that which falls from a Mare's Womb  
When she's in Lust; and as I came home  
I put a woman into ●its  
And frighted a Parson out of his wits.  Devil. 
All's well. Ho, ho, ho, ho.  〈◊〉 

Song.  

1.  
WHat joy like ours can mortals find?  
We can command the Sea and Wind:  
All Elements our Charms obey,  
And all good things become our prey;  
The daintiest Meat, and lustiest Wine,  
We for our Sabaths still design.  
'Mongst all the great Princes the sun shall ere see.  
None can be so great, or so happy as we.   

2.  
We Sail in Eggshells on rough Seas,  
And se● strange 〈◊〉 when we please▪  
Or on our Be●soms we can fly,  
And nimbly mounting to the Sky,  
We leave the swiftest Birds behind,  
And when we please outstrip the Wind:  
Then we feast and we revel after long ●light,  
Or with a Loved Incubus sport all the night.   

3.  
When we're on Wing, we sport and play,  
Mankind, like Emmets, we survey;  
With Lightning blast with Thunder Kill.  
'cause barrennesss where ere we will.  
Of full revenge we have the power;  
And Heaven itself can have no more.  
Here's a health to our Master the Prince of the Flies,  
Who commands from Centre all up to the Skies.    All. 

s For this following potion, take the Words of Wierus de praestig. Daem, lib. 3. cap. 37. Inter amatoria ad haec venena connumerant●●, in extrema lupi cauda pilus, ejusque virga, remora pis●iculus, selis cerebrum & Lacertae stellio cui, stincus nomen est item ●s de rana ●●ridi in formicarum acervo exesa: See Pliny, lib. 8. cap. 22.  Harr, 
t This Hyppomanes Pliny in Nat. Hist. And Aristotle de Nat. 〈◊〉 mentions, and all the old Poets, Virg, Aeneid, 4. Quaeritur, & 〈◊〉 equi de front 〈◊〉 & matu praeceptusamor. See this described in Wierus, lib. 3. cap. 37. Ovid, lib. 2. De arte Amandi datque quod a teveri fronte revellit equi. Lucan, lib. 6. Nec noxia tantum pocula proficiunt, aut x furgentio succo frontis amaturae subducunt pignora faetae.  harr, 
u Virg. 3. Georg. Hinc demum hyppomanes ve●o quod nomine dicunt pastors, Lentum distillat ab inguine virus. Tibul●●, lib. 1. El●g. 4. Hippamanes cupidae stillat ab inguine Equae, Ovid, lib. 1. Eleg. 8. Upon a Bawd, Seu bene quid gramen quid torto concita rhomb● Licia quid valeat virus amantis equae propert, lib. 4. (in quandam Laenam Consuluit strigas nostro de sanguine & in me hippomanes faetae semina legit aeque. In Wier● it is thus described, Caruncula band parum famora, caricae magnitudine specie orbiculata, Latiuscula, colore nigro, quae in front nascentis pulli equini apparet, quam edito statim partu mater lambendo, abstergendoque dev●eat & si praeripiatur animum a faetu peni●us aversum habet nee eum ad ubera admit●t. That they make these confused noises, see Nandaeus, Hist, Mag. & Pet. de Loyer de Spectris. And that these shouts and these words and are used by them, see Scott. p. 42. and Bodin, lib. 2. cap. 4. This is to be found in Remigius, and Delrio, and M. Phi. Lud●●igus Elich out of them says, quest. 10. Tota turba 〈…〉.  Harr, harr, harr, ho, ho, ho, sabath, sabath, sabath, Devil, Devil, Devil, dance here, dance there, play here, play there, harr, harr, harr, ho, ho, ho.—  They all sink and vanish. 
Act Ends.   

ACT. III.  Enter Sir Edward Harfort, Bellfort and Doubty. Doubt. 
YOu have extremely delighted us this morning, by your House, Gardens, your Accommodation, and your way of Living, you put me in mind of the renowned Sidneys' Admirable description of Kalandar.  Sir Edw. 
Sir you Compliment me too much.  Bell. 
Methinks you represent to us the Golden days of Queen Elizabeth, such sure were our Gentry then; now they are grown Servile Apes to Foreign customs, they leave off Hospitality, for which we were famous all over Europe, and turn Servants to Board-wages.  Sir Edw. 
For my part, I love to have my Servants part of my Family, the other were to hire day Labourers to wait on me, I had rather my Friends, Kindred, Tenants and Servants should live well out of me, than Coach-makers, Tailors, Embroiderers, and Lacemen should: To be pointed at in the Streets, and have Fools stare at my Equipage, is a vanity I have always scorned.  Doubt. 
You speak like one descended from those Noble Ancestors that made France tremble, and all the rest of Europe Honour 'em.  Sir Edw. 
I reverence the Memory of 'em: But our New-fashioned Gentry love the French too well to fight against 'em; they are bred abroad without knowing any thing of our Constitution, and come home tainted with Foppery, slavish Principles, and Popish Religion.  Bell. 
They bring home Arts of Building from hot Countries to serve for our cold one; and Frugality from those places where they have little Meat and small stomachs, to suffice us who have great plenty and lusty Appetites.  Doubt. 
They build Houses with Halls in 'em, not so big as former Porches; Beggars were better entertained by their Ancestors, than their Tenants by them.  Sir Edw. 
For my part, I think 'twas never good days, but when great Tables were kept in large Halls; the Buttery-hatch always open, Black Jacks, and a good smell of Meat and March-beer, with Dogs-turds, and Marrowbones as Ornaments in the Hall: These were signs of good House keeping, I hate to see Italian fine Buildings with no Meat or Drink in 'em▪  Bell. 
I like not their little Plates, methinks there's Virtue in an English Sirloin.  Doubt. 
Our Sparks bring nothing but Foreign Vices and Follies home; 'tis ridiculous to be bred in one Country to learn to live in another.  Sir Edw. 
While we lived thus (to borrow a Coxcombly word) we made a better Figure in the World.  Bell. 
You have a mind that suits your Fortune, and can make your own happiness.  Sir Edw. 
The greatest is the Enjoyment of my Friends, and such Worthy Gentlemen ●s yourselves, and when I cannot have enough of that; I have a Library, good Horses and good Music.  Doubt. 
Prince's may envy such an English Gentleman.  Sir Edw. 
You are too kind, I am a true English man, I love the Prince's Rights and Papless liberties, and will defend 'em both with the last penny in my purse, and the last drop in my veins, and dare defy the witless Plots of Papists.  Bell. 
Spoken like a Noble Patriot.  Sir Edw. 
Pardon me, you talk like Englishmen, and you have warmed me; I hope to see the Prince and People flourish yet; old as I am, inspite of Jesuits, I am sure our Constitution is the Noblest in the World.  Doubt. 
Would there were enough such English Gentlemen.  Bell. 
'twere to be wished; but our Gentry are so much poisoned with Foreign Vanities, that methinks the Genius of England seems sunk into the Yeoma●●y.  Sir Edw. 
We have indeed too many rotten Members▪ You speak like Gentlemen, Worthy of such Noble Fathers, as you both had; but Gentlemen I spoke of Music, I see two of my Artists, come into the Garden, they shall entertain you with a Song this Morning.  Bell. 
Sir you oblige us every way.  An Italian Song. 
Finely composed, and excellently performed.  Doubt. 
I see Sir you are well served in every thing.  Enter Isabel and Theodosia. Sir Edw. 
My sweet Cousin good Morrow to thee, I hope to call thee shortly by another Name, my dear Child, Heaven's bless thee▪  Isab. Kneels. Bell. 
Ladies your most humble Servant; you are early up to take the pleasure of the Morning in these Gardens.  Doubt. 
'Tis a Paradise you are in; every object within this place is ravishing.  Theo. 
This place affords variety of Pleasures; nothing here is wanting.  Bell. 
Where such fine Ladies are.  Enter Servant with Tegue O Devilly an Irish-Priest. Seru. 
A Gentleman, To speak with you.  Sir Edw. 
With me! Daughter pray show those Gentlemen the Statues, Grottoes and the Water-works, I●le wait on you immediately.  Bell. 
This is an opportunity beyond our hopes.  Ex. ●ell. Doubt. Isab. Theo. Sir Edw. 
Would you speak with me?  Priest. 
Arrah, and please ty Oorship, I am come here to displaash to make a 〈◊〉 unto thee, dost dou not know me Joy?  Sir Edw. 
Oh! You live at Mr. Redletters my Catholic Neighbours.  Priest. 
Ah by my Shoul, I.  Sir Edw. 
How came you to venture hither? you are a Popish-Priest.  Priest. 
Ay, but 'tis no matter for all daat ●oy: by my Shoul, but I vill taak the Odes, and I think I vill be excused, but hark 〈◊〉 you a while, by my trot I shall be a Paapist too for all daat, indeed, yes.  Sir Edw. 
Excellent Principles.  Priest. 
I do come for the nonest to see dee, and yet I do not come on purpose gra: But it is no matter, I will talk vid you about daat, I do come upon occaasion and Mr. Redletter did shend me unto de●.  Sir Edw. 
For What?  Priest. 
What will I say unto d'ye now, but Mr. Redletter did shend me, and yet I did come of myself too for all daat upon occaasion, daat I did hear, concerning of d'ye, dat dy House and the Plaash is all overrun with Witches and Spirits, do you see now?  Sir Edw. 
I had best let this Fool stay to laugh at him, he may be out of the damned Plot, if any Priest was? Sure they would never trust this Fool.  Aside. Priest. 
What shall you shay unto me upon all dis, I will exorcise dose Vitches, and I will plague dose Devils now by my Shoul, vid Holy-Water, and vid Relics, and I will ●reet 'em out of his Plaash, God shaave the King.  Sir Edw. 
I have forgot your Name.  Priest. 
They do put the Name of Kelly upon me, Joy, but by my fait I am called by my own right Name, Tegue O Devilly.  Sir Edw. 
Tegue O Devilly?  Priest. 
Yes, a very oold Naam in Eereland by my Shalvaation, well gra, I have brought upon my Cloke-bagg shome Holywater, and I will put it upon the Devils and the Vitches Faashes, and I will make you shome more Holywater, and you will vaash all de Rooms vid it and be—  Sir Edw. 
Well, Father Tegue O Devilly, You're welcome; but how ●are you venture publicly in these times?  Priest. 
Why, I have great consideraation upon dy Prudence; for if dou wouldst betray me, now phare will be the soleedity of dat Joy.  Sir Edw. 
I speak not for myself, but others.  Priest. 
The Devil ●aak me now, I do think, I will suffer for my Religion, I am afraid I will be slain at lashed at the plaash they call Saint Ty-burn, but I do not caare by my Shalvaation; for if I will be hanged, I will be a Saint presently, and all my Country shall pray unto Saint Tegue, besides, shome great people will be naamless too, I tell you I shay no more, but I will be prayed unto Joy.  Sir Edw. 
Prayed too! Very well.  Priest. 
Yes by my Shoule will I, and I will have Relics maked of me too.  Enter Servant. Seru. 
Sir jeffery Shacklehead and my Lady have some business with you, and desire your company within.  Sir Edw. 
Come Father Tegue, come along with me, do you hear, find the Gentlemen that are walking with my Daughter and her Cousin, and tell 'em I will wait on 'em presently.  Ex. Sir Edw. and Priest. Seru. 
I will. They are here, Gentlemen, my Master is called away upon business 〈◊〉 begs your excuse, and will wait on you presently.  Ex. Seru. Bell. 
Heaven gives us yet a longer Opportunity, and certainly intends we should make use of it; I have my own Parson that comes to hunt with me at Whally, Madam, an excellent School Divine, that will end all differences betwixt us.  Isab. 
He is like to begin 'em betwixt us▪ the Name of a Parson is a dreadful Name upon these occasions, he I bring us into a Condition we can never get out of but by Death.  Bell. 
If the absolute command of me and my Fortune can please you, you shall never desire to get out of it.  Doubt. 
I should at more distance and with more reverence approach you, Madam, did not the shortness of the time, and the great danger of losing you, force me to be free; Throw not away this precious time, a Minute now is Inestimable.  Theo. 
Yet I must consider on that Minute on which the happiness or Misery of all my Life may depend.  Isab. 
How can ● imagine that you who have rambled up and down the Southern World, should at last ●ix on a Horne-bred Mistress in the North? how can you be in earnest?  Bell. 
Consult your Understanding and your Looking-Glass, one will tell you how Witty, Wise, and Good you are, the other, how Beautiful, how Sweet, how Charming.  Isab. 
Men before they are Married turn the great end of their Perspective; but the little end after it.  Bell. 
They are Men of ill Eyes, and worse Understanding; but for your Perfections there needs no Perspective.  Theo. 
If I were inclined to Marriage, methinks we are not well enough acquainted yet to think of that.  Doubt. 
To my Reputation I suppose you are no Stranger, nor to my Estate, which lies all in the next County; and for my Love, I will convince you of it, by settling what ever you please, or all that Estate upon you before I expect any Favour from you.  Theo. 
You are so Generous beyond my Deserts, that I know not how to Credit you.  Doubt. 
Your Modesty is too Great, and your Faith too Little.  Enter Sir Tymothy. Sir Tim. 
Death, Who are these which my Mistress and my Sister? Oh! they are the silly Fellows that we saw at the Spa, that came hither last night, do you know Sir, that this is my Mistress Sir?  Bell. 
I know Sir that no man is worthy of that Honour.  Sir Tim. 
Ye● Sir, I will make you know that I am Sir, and She has the Honour to be my Mistress.  Bell. 
Very well Sir.  Sir Tim. 
Very well Sir, No 'tis very ill Sir, that you should have the boldness to take my Mistress by the Hand Sir, and if you do Sir, I must tell▪ you Sir— What do you Smile Sir?  Bell. 
A man may do what he will with his own Face. I may Smile Sir—  Sir Tim. 
If you do Sir, I will fight Sir, I tell you that Sir. hah,  Isab. 
Sir Timothy, you are a Bloody-minded man.  Sir Tim. 
'Tis for my Honour, my Honour, he is plaguely afraid; look you Sir, if you Smile Sir, at me Sir, I will Kick Sir, that's more Sir.  Bell. 
If you do, you will be the fifteenth man I have run through the Body Sir.  Sir Tim. 
Ha! What does he say, through the Body, oh.  Theo. 
Yonder's my Brother, we must not be so particular, le's join.  Sir Tim. 
How, the Body Sir?  Bell. 
Yes Sir, and my custom is (if it be a great affront, I kill them, for) I rip out their Hearts, dry 'em to Powder, and make Snuff on 'em.  Sir Tim. 
Oh Lord! Snuff!  Bell. 
I have a box full in my pocket Sir, will you please to take some.  Sir Tim. 
No Sir, I thank you Sir: Snuff quoth a, I will have nothing to do with such a cruel man, I say no more Sir.  Doubt. 
Your Servant Sir—  Sir Tim. 
Your Servant Sir: does he take such Snuff too?  Bell. 
The same— do you hear Sir, if you value your own life, which I will save for the Families sakes, not a word of this to any man.  Sir Tim. 
No Sir, Not I Sir? Your humble servant.  Enter Sir Edward. Sir Edw. 
I ask your pardon Gentlemen, I was stayed by what, if you please to walk in, will divert you well enough.  Doubt. 
We will wait on you Sir.  Sir Edw. 
Daughter, Sir jeffery and my Ladies have made complaints of you for abusing Sir Timothy; let me hear no more on't, we have resolved the Marriage shall be to Morrow, it will become you to be upon a little better Terms to day.  Sir Tim. 
Do you here that Gentlewoman—  Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, I have sent to Whally for all your Servants, and Horses, and Dogs, you Must do me the honour to Make some stay with me.  Bell. 
We cannot enough acknowledge your great Civility.  Sir Edw. 
No Compliments, I oblige myself; Sir jeffery Shacklehead and I have just now agreed, that to morrow shall be the Day of Marriage between our Sons and Daughters.  Theo. 
Very short warning.  Sir Edw. 
He I not delay it longer.  Theo. 
I'll in and see what the reason of this sudden resolution.  Bell. 
Sir we wait on you.  Sir Edw. 
Stay you there a while with Sir Timothy.  Ex. all but Sir Tim. and Isab. Sir Tim. 
Dear Cousin, prithee be kinder to me, I protest and vow, as I am a Christian, I love the better than both my Eyes, for all this.  Isab. 
Why how now Dogs face, hast thou the Impudence to make love again, with that hideous Countenance? that very insipid silly Physiognomy of thine? with that most piteous mein? why thou look'st like an Operator for Teeth.  Sir Tim. 
This is all shame, I won't believe it; I can see myself in the great glass, and to my mind no man looks more like a Gentleman than myself.  Isab. 
A Gentleman! with that silly wadling shuffling gate? thou hast not mien good enough for a chief Constable, every change of thy Countenance, and every motion of thy Body proclaims thee an Ass.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, Ay, come Madam, I shall please you better when I am Married, with a 〈◊〉 that I have; I tell ye.  Isab. 
Out of my sight, thou makest me sick to see thee.  Sir Tim. 
I shall be more Familiar with you to Morrow-night, oh my dear rogue— well I say no more, faith I shall, well, no more to be said.  Isab. 
Be gone thou Basilisk, here, I vow if thou wert the only man on Earth, the Kind should cease rather than I would Marry thee.  Sir Tim. 
You'll be in a better humour to Morrow-night, though you are such a 〈◊〉 now.  Isab. 
This place, where some Materials are to mend the Wall, will furnish me with some Ammunition: be gone I say.  Sir Tim. 
I shan't do●t, I know when I am in good Company, come prithee Cousin, do not let us Fool any longer, to Morrow we shall be one flesh— de ye see:  Isab. 
I had rather be inoculated into a Tree, than be made one Flesh with thee; can that Westph●lia hide of thine ever become one Flesh with me? when, I can become one Ass with thee it may, you shall never change my mind.  Sir Tim. 
Well, well, I shall have your Body to Morrow-night, and I warrant you your mind shall soon follow it.  Isab. 
Be gone, thou infinite Coxcomb, I'll set thee farther.  She throws Stone's at him. Sir Tim. 
What, what, what a pox! hold, what a Devil, are you mad? Flesh, heart, hold, what a plague, uds bud, I could find in my heart to turn again.  Isab. 
Do filthy Face, do if thou dar'st.  Sir Tim. 
Oh help, murder, murder.  Ex. Sir Timothy. Isab. 
I have no patience with this Fool, no Racks, or Tortures shall force me to marry him.  Ex. Isab. Enter Young Harford and Theodosia. Theo. 
I am very indifferent about this Matrimony, and for aught I see, you are so too.  Yo. Har. 
I must confess you are as fine a Gentlewoman as ever I saw, and I am not worthy of you; but my Father says he will disinherit me, if I will not marry you to Morrow; therefore I desire you would please to think on't.  Theo. 
I will think on't.  Yo Har. 
You shall command all my Estate, and do what you will; for my part, I resolve all my Life, to give up myself wholly to my Sports, and my Horses, and my Dogs, and to drink now and then a cup of Ale with my Neighbours, I hate Wine.  Theo. 
You will do very well.  Yo. Har. 
He says we must be Married to Morrow at Ten, I can be going a Hawking by six and come home time enough, I would be loath to neglect my Hawking at pouts in the height of the Season.  Theo. 
By no means, you'd do very ill if you should.  Yo. Har. 
Ay so I should, but shall I tell my Father that you will have me to Morrow? you know the Writings are Sealed, and Wedding-clothes bought of all sides.  Theo. 
Well, I shall do as becomes me.  Yo. Har. 
Well, Cousin there's no more to be said betwixt you and I then, Pa●ce Verba, a word to the Wise, I say, is enough, so I rest your humble Servant to command; ●e tell my Father what you say presently, your Servant to, tell you truly I had never so much mind to be Married as now; for I have been so woundedly frightened with Witches, that I am afraid to lie alone, d'ee see; well, I am glad this business is over: a pox upon all making of Love for me.  Ex. Yo. Har. Theo. 
I thought I saw my Cousin in you Walk, 'tis time for us to consult what to do, my Father and Mother are resolved upon to Morrow for the fatal day.  Ex. Theo. Enter Smerk, and Priest, and Mrs. Susan. Priest. 
By my shoule, joy, I thank you for my Fast-break, for it does give refreshment unto me, and Consolaation too gra.  Smerk. 
Thank you Mistress Susan, my Caudle was admirable; I am much strengthened by these good Creatures.  Sus. 
Yours was admirable— if Mother Demdike has any Skill, I shall find the operation before night, and I will be revenged for his scorn to me.  Aside. Priest. 
Though thou dost know me, yet thou dost shay thou wilt tell nothing concerning of me.  Smerk. 
No, for my part though I differ in some things, yet I honour the Church of Rome as a true Church.  Priest. 
By my Shalvaation ye did all come out of us indeed, and I have expectaation daat you will come in again, and I think I will live to she it; perhaps I will tell you now, you had your Ordination too with us.  Smerk. 
For my part, I think the Papists are honest, loyal men, and the jesuits died innocent.  Priest. 
Phaat dou dost not believe the Plot de Devil taak me.  Smerk. 
No, no, no Papist Plot, but a Presbyterian one.  Priest. 
Aboo, boo, boo, By my Shalvaation I will embraash die Father's Child, and I will put a great kish upon die cheek, now for dat, ay dear is a damned Presbyterian Plot to put out the Paapists, and the Priests, and the good Men, and if I would have my mind, the Devil taak me I would she 'em all broil and fry in de 〈◊〉 they call Smithfield, 〈◊〉.  Smerk. 
I would have Surplices crammed down their Throats, or would have 'em hanged in 〈…〉.  Priest. 
〈…〉.  Enter 〈◊〉 and Doubty. 〈◊〉 
〈…〉 with these Priests, see they are come from their Breakfast, and 〈◊〉  Priest. 
〈…〉 not believe de Paapist Plot my joy..  〈◊〉 
〈…〉 Presbyterian Plot I do: I would be a Turk before I would be a 〈…〉  〈◊〉 
〈…〉 I vill give Satisfaction unto d'ye, and ●aak dee of my Church, we have 〈…〉 of dy Church, and dou art almost as good a Friend as he in de West, I have 〈…〉 take it did begin vid a T.  Doubt. 
How now! Do not you believe a Popish Plot?  Smerk. 
No, but a 〈◊〉 I do.  Bell. 
This is great Impudence, after the King has affirmed it in so many Pr●clamations, and three Parliaments have 〈◊〉 it, Nemine 〈◊〉.  Smerk. 
Parliaments, tell me of Parliaments, with my Bible in my hand, ●le dispute with the whole 〈◊〉 of Commons; Sir, I hate Parliaments, none but fanatics, Hobbists, and Atheists, believe the 〈◊〉.  Priest. 
By my 〈…〉, dou d●sh't maak me weep indeed, by my Shoul, joy, dou wilt be a good Catholic, if I will instruct d'ye, I will weep on d'ye indeed.  Bell. 
Why the true and wise Church of England-men believes it, and are a great Rock against the Church of Rome.  Doubt. 
And Preach and Write learnedly against it; but such Fellows as you are scandals to the Church, a Company of Tantivy Fools.  Bell. 
All the Eminent men of the Church of England believe the Plot, and detest it with horror, and abominate the Religion that contrived it.  Smerk. 
Not all the Eminent men, for I am of another opinion.  Doubt. 
By my shoul, by my Should, joy, they are our Enemies, and I would have no fait put upon de●●, but does is my dear Friend.  Doubt. 
This is a Rascal concealed in the Church, and is none of it; sure his Patron knows him not.  Bell. 
No certainly!  Smerk. 
You are Hobbists and Atheists.  Priest. 
It is no matter for all daat joy, what they do shay unto dee for by Christ, and by Saint Paatrick they be Heretic Dogs, by my Shalvaation dou dost make me weep upon de again; by de Lady Mary, I think I will be after reconciling deets o de Catholic Church indeed.  Enter Sir jeffery, Lady, Sir Edw. and Isab. and Theodosia. Sir jeff. 
Your Servant Gentlemen.  La. Sha. 
Your most humble Servant.  Bell. Doubt. 
Your most humble Servant.  Sir Edw. 
Is not my Irish man a pleasant fellow?  Doubt. 
A great Father of the Church.  Bell. 
And perhaps may come to be hanged for't.  Sir Edw. 
Sir 〈…〉 to take some informations about Witches, perhaps that may divert you not ill, 'Tis against my opinion, but I give him way.  La. Sha. 
I hope you are pleased to pardon my incivility, in rushing unawares into your Chamber last night; but I know you are so much a Gentleman, so well-bred▪ and so accomplished, I know you do—  Doubt. 
Madam.  La. Sha. 
And for that reason I will make you my Confident in a business, that perhaps, I do not know, but I think it may not be t● your disadvantage, I will communicate it to you in private. N●w, Sir jeffery and I are to take some Examinations. I assist him very 〈…〉 business, or he could never do it.  He sits down and La Sha.. Sir jeff. 
Call in these Fellows, 〈◊〉 hear what they'll say about these Witches; come on, Did you serve my Warrant on Mother Demdike?  They call the Constable in and a Country fellow. Const. 
Sir, I went to her House (and please your Worship) and looked in at her Window, and she was feeding three great Toads, and they danced and leapt about her, and she suckled a great black Cat well nigh as big as a Spaniel; I went into the House, and she vanished, and there was nothing but the Cat in the middle, who spit and stared at me, and I was frighted away.  Sir jeff. 
An arch Witch I warrant her.  Const. 
I went out at the backdoor, and by the Threshold sat a great Hare, I struck at it, and it run away, and ever since I have had a great pain in my back, and cannot make Water, saving your presence.  Sir Edw. 
A fit of the Gravel.  Priest. 
No, by my shoule, she is a great Witch, and I vil cure you upon ●aat.  Sir jeff. 
No: I tell you, Sir Edward, I am sure she is a Witch, and between you and I, last night, when I would have been kind to my Wife, she bewitched me, I found it so.  Sir Edw. 
Those things will happen about ●ive and fifty.  Priest. 
I will tell you now, Joy, I will cure you too. 
* This Receipt is in Scott. he ha● collected out of Inquisitors and Witchmongers.  Taak one of the Teeth of a dead man, and be, and burn it, and taak dee smoke into both your Noses, as you taak Snush, and anoint yourself vid d'ye Gaal of a Crow, taak Quicksilver, as they do call it, and put upon a Quill, and plaash it under the shoft Pillow you do shit upon, den make shome water through de Ring of a Wedding, by St. Patrick, and I will shay shome Ave Maaries for dee, and dou wilt be ●ound again: gra.  Sir. jeff. 
Who is this pretends to skill in Witchcraft?  Sir Edw. 
A very lea●●ed man in these matters, that comes hither on purpose.  Sir jeff. 
I shall be glad of your better acquaintance.  Priest. 
I vil be very vel pleashed to b after being acquainted vid dee Joy.  La. Sha. 
Have you any more to say? Fellow speak to me.  Const. 
Why, an't please your Worship forsooth, Mother Demdike said she would be revenged on me for not giving her some Butturmilk; and the next night coming from Rachdale, I saw a great Black Hog, and my Horse threw me, and I lost a Hog that night, he died, that was as well when he went to bed, as ever he was since he was born.  La. Sha. 
'Tis enough, a plain, a manifest Witch, make a Warrant for her.  Sir jeff. 
Ay, do.  La. Sha. 
Take some of the Thatch of her House, and burn it at your House, and you shall see she will come straight.  Sir jeff. 
Or to morrow about dawn, piss in a Pot, and cover it with your right, neither Stocking, and the Witch will be tormented in her Bladder, and come to you roaring before night.  These two Remedies are in Scott. Doubt. 
A most profound Science.  Bell. 
And poor old Ignorant wretches must be hanged for this.  Const. 
A Cow of mine is bewitched too, and runs about the Close as if she were mad; and that, I believe, Mother Hargrave bewitched, because I denied her some 〈◊〉.— good.  Sir jeff. 
〈◊〉 into the Warrant too: 'Tis enough, a little thing will serve for evidence against ● Witch.  Sir Edw. 
A very little one.  Priest. 

* This is likewise to be found in Scott. Abundance of this kind is to be seen in Flagellum Diabol. in the second Tom. of Mall. Maleficarum.  Put a pair of Breeches or Irish Trowsers upon your Cow's head, Fellow, upon a Friday Morning, and wid a great Stick maak beat upon her, till she do depart out of the Close, and she vill repair unto the Witches door, and she vill knock upon it vid her Horns indeed.  Const. 
Thank you good Sir.  Sir jeff. 
Sir, I see you are a Learned man in this business, and I honour you.  Priest. 
Your Servant Sir, I will put shome holy water into your Cow's mout, and I vill maak Cure upon her for all daat indeed.  La. Sha. 
Come, has any one else any thing to inform?  Const. 
Yes an●t please your Worship, here is a Neighbour, Thomas o Georges.  Tho. o G. 
Why, an't please your Worships, I was at Mal. Spencers● House where he won 〈◊〉 Loan, and who had a meeghty great Cat, a black one by'r Lady, and who kissed and who clipped Cat, and ay set me down a bit (meet a bit) and believe Cat went under her Coats, Quo ay what done yeo do with that fow Cat? why, says Who, who soukes me. Soukes' tee! Marry that's whaint quo ay, by'r Lady what ●an Cat do besides? Why, says who, whoost carry me to Rachdale believe. Whaw, quo ay, that's pretty! Why, says who, ye●st ha' one an yeow win to carry yeow; by'r lady, quo ay, with awe my heart, and thank owe too, marry 'twill save my Tit a power of labour; so who cawd a Cat to me, a huge Cat, and we ridden both to Rachdale strieght along.  B●●l. 
Well said, this was home; I love a Fellow that will go through stitch.  Sir jeff. 
This is a Witch, indeed, put her name in.  Priest. 
This is n●w thing by my Shoule, I will tell you now it is naw thing for all daat, a Vich, if she be a good Vitch, will ride upon a Graashopper, I tell you, very well, and yet a Graashopper is but a weak beast neither; you do maak wonder upon dish but by my Shoule it is naw thing.  Sir jeff. 
Where did you take Cat, say you, together?  Tho. o. Geor 
Why, we took Cat●ith● Lone meet a mile off.  Sir jeff. 
So you rid eight mile upon Cats: are there any more informations?  Const. 
No more an●t please your Worship, but when I have once taken 'em, enough will come in.  La. Sha. 
Go then about taking 'em, and bring 'em before Sir jeffery, and myself, I'll warrant you we'll order 'em.  Priest. 
I will tell you now Fellow, taak the shoe of a Horse, and nail it upon your Threshold, the plaash dou dost go into dy door upon.  Sir jeff. 
And put a Clove of Garlic into the Roof of thy House.  La. Sha. 
Femel is very good in your House against Spirits and Witches, and Alicium, and the Herb Mullein, and Long-wort, and Moly too is very good.  Priest. 

* This is to be found in Delrio, and Remig. and Fr. Silvester.  Burn shome Brimstone, and maak a sweet fume of the Gall of a Black Dog, Joy, and besmear die Pots, and die Walls, and be, and Cross die Self, and I will touch dee vid Relics, and d'ee to gra.  Const. 
Thank you good Sir.  Tho. o Geor. 
Thank a.  Sir Edw. 
Is not this an excellent Art?  Bell. 
'Tis so extravagant, that a man would think they were all in Dreams that ever writ of it.  Doubt. 
I see no manner of Evidences against these poor Creatures.  Bell. 
I could laugh at these Fools sufficiently, but that all the while our Mistresses are in danger.  Doubt. 
Our time is very short, prithee let's consider what is to be done.  Isab. 
Well, my Dear, I must open my heart to thee; I am so much in Love with this Bellfort, that I shall die if I lose him.  Theo. 
Poor Isabel, dying is something an inconvenient business; and yet I should live very uncomfortable without my Spark.  Isab. 
Our time's very short, therefore prithee let's play the fool no longer, but come to the point when we meet 'em.  Theo. 
Agreed: But when shall we meet 'em?  Isab. 
I warrant thee before Midnight.  Sir Edw. 
Come, let us take one turn in the Garden, and by that time my Dinner will be ready.  Bell. 
Madam, For Heaven's sake consider on what a short time my Happiness or Ruin depends.  Isab. 
Have a care, Sir jeffery and his Lady will be Jealous.  Bell. 
This is a good sign.  To himself. Theo. 
Not a word, we shall be suspected, at night we will design a cenferrence.  Enter Malipiero Spencer and Clod. M. Spen. 
Why so unkind Clod? You frown and wonot kiss me.  〈◊〉. 
No marry, ●●e be none of thy Imp, I wot.  M. Spen. 
What dost thou mean my Love? prithee kiss me.  〈◊〉. 
Stand off by'r Lady an I list kibbo once, 〈◊〉 raddle thy bones: 〈…〉 that, thou art a fow Witch.  M. Spen. 
〈◊〉 Witchy a poor Innocent young Lass, that's whaint, I am not awd 〈◊〉 for that Mon.  〈◊〉. 
And I believe my ●yne, by the Mass I saw you in Sir Yedards Cellar last neeght with your 〈◊〉, thou art a rank Witch, uds flesh I'll not come near thee.  M. Spen. 
Did you see me? Why, if I be a Witch, I am the better Fortune for you, 〈…〉 of the best and be rich.  〈◊〉. 
〈◊〉 marry ●le fare none with thee, I'll not be hanged, nor go to the Deel 〈…〉 mass, but I will hang thee on I con by'r Lady.  M. Spen. 
Say you so Rogue, I'll plague you for that.  She goes out. Clod. 
What is who gone? ●Tis for no good marry, I ha' scaped a fine waif, a fow 〈◊〉 by'r Lady, I●le hang the Whean and there be no more Witches in Loncashire. 〈◊〉 what's tiss?  Mal. Enters with a Bridle, and puts it on ere he is aware. Mal. 
S. 
a For these kind of transformations, you will see Authority at the latter end of these Notes.  Horse, Horse, be thou to me,  
And carry me where I shall flee.  She gets upon him, and flies away. Enter Demdike, Dickenson, Hargrave, etc. with their Imps, and Madge, who is to be the new Witch. Demd 

b For Witches delighting in such solitary places, see Agrippa and Lucan quoted in the second Act.  Within this Shattered Abbey Walls,  
This Pit o'ergrown with Brakes and Briers,  
Is fit for our dark Works, and here  
Our Master dear, will soon appear,  
And make thee Mother Madge a Witch,  
〈…〉 be Happy, long-lived, Rich,  
Thou wi●● be Powerful and Wise,  
And be revenged of thy Enemies.  Madg. 
'Tis that I'd have, I thank you Dame,  Demd. 

c Having Imps is to be found in all Authors that treat of Witches. Having of Biggs or Teats, I find no where but in our English Authors, and in late Examinations.  H●r● take this Imp, and let him suck,  
H●l do what e'er thou bidst him, call  
Him 〈…〉,  Madg. 
Come hither Puck-Hairy.  En. an Imp in shape of a black shock, comes to her. Demd. 
Where is thy Contract written in Blood?  Madg. 
'Tis here.  Demd. 
So t'● firm and good.  
Where●s my Mamilion● come my Rogue,  
And take thy Dinner.  Dicken. 
Where●● my Puggy?  
Come to me and take thy Duggy.  Harg. 
Come my Rouney, where art thou?  Enter Mal. Spencer, Leading Clod in a Bridle. Mal. 
Come Sirrah, I have switcht you well  She ties him up, and joins with the other Witches. 
I'll tie you up now to the Rack.  
Well met Sisters, where●s my Pucklin?  
Come away my pretty Sucklin.  Clod. 
Waunds and Flesh, what con Ay do naw, I am turned into a Horse, a Capo, a mere Titt; Flesh Ayst ne'er be a Mon again, I marl I con speak, I conno pray, I wot a pox o'th' Deel Mun, Ay live of Oats, and Beans, and Hay awe my life, instead of Beef and Pudding: uds Flesh I neigh too,  He neighs. 
Oh who has switcht and spurred me plaguely, I am raw all over me, who has ridden a wounded way about too.  Demd. 
Ointment for Flying here I have,  

d For this Ointment see Wier. de pr●●●gus Dam. ultimo libro de Lamiis, he has the Receipt at large, Puerorum pinguedinem decoquendo ex aqua capiunt inspissando quod ex elixatione ultimum novissimumque subsidet, inde condunt continuoque inserviunt usu●: cum hac immiscent Eleoselinum aconitum frondes popules & fuliginem vel aliter  Of children's Fat stolen from the Grave.  

e sium, acorum vulgar pentaphyllon vespertilion●● sanguinem solanum somniferum, etc. This Ointment is in Carda● de su●tiltate, Cap. de Mirabilibus and in Paracelsus de magna & occulta Philosophia, in Delrio Disquis. Mag. Quest. 16. p. 130. There are under that Question several Stories under Oaths and Confessions, of the Witches night-meetings and flying. See Bodin for the Ointment, lib. 2. Damon. cap. 4. And Scot p. 182.  The juice of Smallage, and Nightshade,  
Of Poplar Leaves, and Aconite made  
With these.  
The Aromattic Reed I boil,  
With Water-parsnip, and Cinquesoil;  
With store of Soot, and add to that,  
The reeking Blood of many a Bat.  Dick. 

f See the renowned johnson in the last Scene of the second Act of his sad Shepherd.  From the Seas 〈◊〉 owse a Weed,  
I fetched to open Locks at need.  

g ●or. satire 8. Vidi equidem nigra succinctam vadere palla Canidiam pedibus nudis passoque Capillo: and the Verse before, Ossa legant herbasque nocentes. Ovid. Ep. of Hyps●pile. Per tumulos errat sparsis distincta Capillis. Scnec. de Medea, v. 756. Vinculo solocus Comam secreta nudo nemora lustravi pede. Ovid Metam. 7. Egreditur tectis vestes induta recinctas nuda pedes nudos humoris infusa capillos.  With Coats sucked up, and with my Hair,  
All flowing loosely in the Air,  
With naked Feet I went among  

h The use of Herbs in Witchcraft, all Authors both Ancient and Modern take notice of, that treat of Witches. Virg. Has herbis atque haec 〈◊〉 mihi lecta veneno. Ovid Metam. 7. Protinus horrendis infamia pabula succ●● conterit & tribus Hecateia Carmina miscet. Virg. 3. Georg. Miscueruntque herbas & non innoxia verba: Propert. Quip & collinas ad fossam moverit herbas. Virg. 4. Aeneid. Falcibus ad Lunae Lumen queruntur 〈◊〉 pubentes herbae nigri cum lacte Veneni,  The poisonous Plants, there Adder's 
i cicuta solanum hyoscyamus Ophiogl●sson, Martagon, Daronicum, Aconitum, are mentioned by Paracelsus, Porta and Agrippa, as especial ingredients in Magic.  Tongue,  
With A●omt● and Martagon,  
Henbane, Hemlock, Moon-wort too,  

k Hor. Ep. 5. In Ca●idian: jubet sepulchris caprificos er●tas jubet capressus funebres.  Wild Figtree, that o'er Tombs does grow,  
The deadly Nightshade, Cypress, Yew,  
And Leopard's Bane, and venomous Dew,  
I gathered for my Charms. Harg. 
l Plin. Nat. Hist. lib. 2. cap. 13. Writing of the Mandrake, says, Caveant effossuri contrarium ventum & tribus circulis ante gladio circumscribunt postea fodiunt ad occasllm spectantes.  And I  
Dug up a Mandrake which did cry,  
Three Circles I made, and the Wind was good,  
And looking to the West I stood.  M. Spen. 

m Hor. Ep. 5. Et uncta turp●● 〈…〉 sanguine plumamque Nocturnae strigis For the Bones of Frogs, they are used in Love Cups, see Notes in the second Act.  The Bones of Frogs I got, and the Blood,  
With Screetch-Owls Eggs, and Feathers too.  

n For the Owl●-eyes, Bats-blood and wings, see Corn. Agrippa d● occulta Philosophia. lib. 1. cap. 15. and cap. 25. The Toad is said to be of great use in Magic see Pliny, Nat. Hist. lib. 32. cap. 5. A Cat's Brain is an ingredient in Love-Cups; see the Notes on the second Act.  Here's a Wall-Toad, and Wings of Bats, 
o The Contract signed with Blood, Bodin lib. 2. cap. 4. and most Authors speaks of; but Guaccius in his Compend. Malefie. sets it down at large, of which these are heads: 1. Abn●gant fidei & Creatori, etc. 2. Diabolu● illos tingit Lavacro novi baptismatis. 3. Negato nomine novum illis inditur. 4. C●git abnegare patrinis & matrinis, etc. 5. Lamiaes diabolo dant frustum aliquod vestimenti. 6. Prestant Demoni juramentum super circulo in terram sculpto. 7. Petunt a Daem●ne de●eri de libro vitae & scribi in libro mortis. 8. Pollicentur sacrificia & quaedam striges promittunt se singulis mensibus vel quindenis unum infantulum strigando, i. e. exsugendo occissur●; this is to be found also in Bart. Spine●s, Quest de st●igibus, 2. cap. 9 Quotannis aliquid magistellis vel Daemonibus pendere tenentur. See also Remigius, lib. 1. 11. cap. 10. Corporis alicui parti characterem solet imponere: signum non est semper idem forma, aliquando est simile ●eporis vestigio, aliquando b●fonis pedi, aliquando araneae vel catello vel gliri. Concerning this mark, see Bodin, lib. 2. cap. 4. Ludwig. Elich. p. 58. quest. 4. Nic. Remigius. lib. 1. c. 5. pag. 58. I put this down at large, because some were so ignorant to condemn this contract, as if it were my profane invention, and so silly, that they would have the Devil and Witches speak piously.   
The Eyes of Owls, and Brains of Cats.  The Devil appears in Humane Shape with four Attendants Demd. 
Peace, here's our Master him Salute,  
And kiss the Toe of his Cloven Foot,  They kiss the Devils Foot. 
Now our new Sister we present,  
The Contract too, sign it with Blood.  Madge signs it with her Blood. Deu. 
First, Heaven you must renounce.  Madg. 
I do.  Deu. 
Your Baptism, thus I wash out too.  
The new Name Maudlin you must take,  
And all your Gossips must forsake,  
And I these new ones for you make.  Demd. 
A piece of your Garment now present.  Madg. 
Here, take it Master, I'm content.  Gives it him. Demd. 
Within this Circle I make here,  
Truth to our Master you must swear.  Madg. 
I do.  Deu. 
You must each month some murdered Children pay,  
Besides your yearly tribute at your day.  Madg. 
I will.  Deu. 
Some Secret part I with my mark must sign.  
A lasting token, that you are wholly mine.  Madg. 
Oh!  The Devil takes her hands between his. Demd. 
Now do your Homage.  Deu. 
Curse Heaven, Plague Mankind, go forth and be a Witch.  The Music sounds in the Air. 

Song.  Chor. of 3 parts. 
WElcome, welcome, happy be,  
In this blessed Society.  

1.  
Men and Beasts are in thy Power,  
Thou canst Save, and canst Devour,  
Thou canst Bless, and Curse the Earth,  
And cause Plenty, or a Dearth.   Chor. 
Welcome, etc.  

2.  
O'er Nature's Powers thou canst prevail,  
Raise Winds, bring Snow, or Rain, or Hail;  
Without their Causes, and canst make  
The steady Course of Nature shake.   Chor. 
Welcome, etc.  

3.  
Thou canst mount upon the Clouds,  
And skim o'er the rugged Floods;  
Thou canst dive to the Sands below,  
And through the solid earth canst go.   Chor. 
Welcome, etc.  

4.  
Thou'lt open Looks, or through a Chink  
Shalt creep for daintiest Meat and Drink.  
Thou mayst sleep on tops of Trees,  
And lie in Flowers like Humble Bees.   Chor. 
Welcome, etc.  

5.  
Revenge, revenge, the sweetest part  
Of all thou hast by thy black Art.  
O● Heaven thou ne'er shalt f●x thy mind,  
For here 'tis Heaven to plague mankind.    They Dance with fantastic unusual postures Devil. 

p Lucan, lib. 6. Cessavere vices 〈◊〉 dilataque longe haesit nocte dies: legi non paruit Aether. Sen. Med. pariterque mundus, lege confusa Aetheres & solemn & astra vidie & vetitum mare tetigistis u●sae●temporum flexi vices.  At your command all Nature's course shall cease,  
And all the Elements make war or peace:  
The Sky no more shall its known Laws obey,  
Night shall retreat whilst you prolong the day.  

q Ovid. Ep. Hypsip. Illa reluctantem cursu diducere lunam nititur & tenebris abdere solis equos metam 7. de Medea & te luna traho. Pet. Arbiter makes a Witch, boasting her power, among many other things, say, Lunae descendit imago carminibus deducta men, the whole description is very elegant. Hor. E●od. 5. Quae ●idera excantata voce Thessala Lunamque coelo deripti. Id. Ep. 18. in fine Epodos deripere lunam voci●●●possum meis. Tibul. lib. 〈◊〉. Eleg. 2. Hanc ego de coelo ducentem sydera vidi. Propert. Audax canta●e l●ges impovere Lunae.  Thy Charms shall make the Moon and Stars come down,  
And in thick darkness, hide the Sun at Noon.  

r Ovid. Metam. 7. Nubilaque induco ventos abigoque vocoque.  Winds thou shalt raise, and straight their rage control.  

s Lucan. lib. 6. T●rpuit & praeceps audito ca●mine mandus: Axibus & rapidis impulsos jupiter urgen● miratur non ire polos. Nunc omnia complent imbribus, & calido producunt nubila Phaebo & tonat ignaro coelum jove.  The Orbs upon their Axes shall not roll;  
Hearing thy mighty Charms, the troubled Sky  
Shall crack with Thunder, Heaven not knowing why.  

t 〈◊〉 ibid. ventis cessantibus aequor in●umuit; rursus vetitum sentire procellas conticuit turbante noto: Sen. Medea. son●ere fluctus tumuit 〈◊〉 mare tacente vento. Id. Herc. Oct. concussi fretum cessante vento turbidum explicu● mare.  Without one puff the Waves shall foam and rage,  
Then though all Winds together should engage,  
The silent Sea shall not the Tempest feel.  

u Virg. Aeneid. lib. 4. mugire videbis sub pedibus terram & descendere ●iontibus orn●s. Metam. 7. jubeoque tremescere montes & mugire solum. Lucan lib. 6. has a bolder expression, Terra quoque immoti concussit ponderis axem, & medium vergens nisu titubavit in orbem.  Valleys shall roar, and trembling Mountains reel.  

x Metam. 7. Vivaque saxa sua convulsaque robora terra & 〈…〉 Ovid. Ep. Hypsip. Illa loco sylvas vivaque saxa movet. Sen. H●rc. Oct. habnere motum saxa.  At thy command Woods from their seats shall rove,  
Stones from their Quarries, and fixed Oaks remove.  

y Metam. 7. Cum vol●● ripis i●sis mirantibus amnes in fontes rediere suos, conc●ssaque fistto stantia concu●io, Virg. Aeneid. 4. Sistere aqu●n 〈◊〉 & flimina vertere retro▪ Tibull, following the Verse beforecited, Fluminis h●c rapids carmins vertit iter, Sen▪ Med. violenta phanis vertit in fo●tem vada, & Ister in tot or a divisus truces compeseit 〈◊〉 omnibus rip●● piger.  Vast standing lakes shall flow, and, at thy will,  
The most impetuous Torrents shall stand still:  
Swift Rivers shall (while wondering Banks admire)  
Back to their Springs, with violent haste, retire.  

z Ovid. Amor. 3. Eleg. 6. Carmine laera Ceres sterilom 〈◊〉 in herba●● Virg. Eclog. 8. Speaking of Maeris Atque satas alio vidi traducere messes.  Thy Charms shall blast full Fruits, and ripened Ears.  

a Aeneid. 4. Haec se carminibus promittit solvere ments quas velit, hast aliis d●●ras immittere curas.  Ease anxious minds, and th●n afflict with cares.  

b 〈◊〉 lib. 6. Carmine T●e●salidum dura in praecordia fluxit non fati● adductus amor.  Give Love, where Nature cannot, by thy skill,  
And any living creature save or kill:  

c Hor. Epod. 18. Possum ●rematos excit●● mortuos desiderique temperare poculum. The raising of Ghosts, and transforming themselves and others, all Witchmongers both ancient and modern affirm. Virg. Aeneid. the place before quoted, Necturn●●que cist m●nes. Id Eclog. 8. Has herbas atque haec Ponto mihi lecta v●naena ipsa dedit. Maeris nascuntur, pluri●n● Ponto, His ego saepe lupam fieri & se condere sylvis Maerim saepe animas exire sepulchris vidi, etc. Propertius before cited, Audax, etc. & sua nocturno 〈◊〉 terga lupo. You may see Lucan makes Erichtho raise a Ghost, Seneca's untrix in He●c. O●teus: And T●resias in Oedipus do the same, all Witchmongers are full of it. In Bodin Daemon. lib. 2. cap. 6. There is a great deal of stuff about Transformations; he says, Witch's transform themselves into Wolves, and others into Asses; and I think those are they that believe in 'em: He is very angry with Physicians that call ●ycanthropia disease; he says, divers Witch's at Vernon turned themselves into Cats, and tells a story of three Witches at A●gentine that turned themselves into Cats, and beat and wounded a Faggot-maker. This also Petr. de Lover de spectris mentions in English Translation, p. 128. He says there, that in his time a Hermit of Dore was turned into a Wolf and was going to devour a little Child, if he had not been surprif●d and discovered; and a Merchant of Cyprus was turned into as Ass; indeed, he says, the Devil does not change the body, but only abuse and delude the fancy; and quotes Thomas Aquinas in 2 〈◊〉. distinct. 8. Aug. lib 18. de Civit. Dei, says, he himself knew the Father of one 〈◊〉 who was changed into Mule, and did carry upon hi●● back Bag and Baggage for Soldiers; but he says this was an illusion of the Devil, and that the Father of 〈◊〉 was not really changed into a Mule, but the eyes of the beholders were enchanted. Bodin 〈…〉 in the shape of a Wolf, killed a Child of Twelve years old, eat up her Arms and Legs, 〈…〉 And Peter Burgis, and Michael Werdon, having turned 〈…〉 of people: Such impossible Stories does this helluo 〈…〉 him, swallow himself, and disgorge to us. He says, the matter of Transformations 〈…〉 Seventh, and by him were all judged possible. Wierus ultimo libro 〈…〉 quoque refertur quod se in Lupos 〈…〉 I should have mentioned the transformations of Lucian and Apuleius, which Bodin 〈…〉 the Seventh made Canonical: I could cite many more Authorities for this, and for most of 〈…〉 in the forewritten Speech; but I shall ●ire the Reader and myself: I have not endeavoured 〈…〉 the Poets so much as to take thoughts from them. For the manner of their Music, see 〈…〉 quest. 10. p. 13. and Remigius Daemonolat, lib. 1. cap. 19 Miris modis illic 〈…〉 etc. strepant sous inconditis absurdis ac discrepantibus canit hic Daemon 〈…〉 aliquod quod forte humi repertum buccam seu tibiam 〈…〉 lib. 2. cap. 4. who says they Dance with Brooms. And Remigius, lib. 1. 〈…〉 18. Omnia fiunt ritu 〈◊〉 & ab omni hominum consuetudine alienum, dorsis invicem 〈…〉  Raise Ghosts, transform yourself and whom you will.  Enter Tom. Shacklehead, with a Gun on his shoulder. Demd. 
Who's here? who's here?  Tom. Sha. 
Waunds what●s here? The Witches By'r Lady,  
I'll shoot amongst 'em: have at ye.  They all vanish, and Clod Neigh● 
hay, Divedappers, Divedappers:  
What a Devils here! Clod tied by a Bridle and Neighing! What a Pox ail'st thou?  
Const a tell?  Tom. Shac. takes off the Bridle. Clod. 
ud's flesh, I am a Mon again naw!  
Why, I was a Horse, a mere Tit, I had lost awe  
My speech, and could do naught but neigh;  
Flesh I am a Mon again.  Tom. Sha. 
What a dickens is the fellee wood?  Clod. 
I'll ta the Bridle with me, fly from the Devil, and the Witches, and I'll tell you  
awe at the Alehouse.  Tom. Sha. 
What a murrain ails the Hobbell?  
I must follow, and see what's the matter.  
Act Ends.   

ACT. IU.  Sir Edward, Sir jeffery, La. Shaklehead, Sir Timothy and Isabel. Sir Ie●●. 
I Am sorry I am forced to complain of my x.  La. Sha. 
Sorry, marry so am not I; I am sorry she is so pert and ill-bred, truly Sir Edward 'tis unsufferable for my Son, a man of his Quality and Title, Born of such a Family, and so Educated, to be so abused, to have Stones thrown at him li●e a Dog.  Sir jeff. 
We must e'en break off the Match, Sir Edward.  Sir Edw. 
Sir, I am ashamed of it, I blush and grieve to hear it; Daughter, I never thought to see this day.  〈◊〉. 
Sir, I am so amazed I know not what to say, I abuse my x! Sure he is bewitched.  Sir Tim. 
I think I am, to Love you after it, I am sure my Arm's black and blue, that it is.  〈◊〉. 
He ●ested with me, as I thought, and would have ruffled me, and kissed me, a●d I run from him, and in foolish play, I quoited a little Stone or two at him.  Sir Tim. 
And why did you call me Filthy-face, and ugly Fellow, h●h, Gentlewoman?  La. Shakstone 
He ugly! Nay, than I have no Eyes, though I say't, that should not say't, 〈…〉 his Fellow—  Isab. 
Nor I neither: 'twas a jest, a jest, he told me he was handsomer for a Man, than I for a Woman.  Sir jeff. 
Why, look you there, you Blockhead, you Clown, you Puppy, why do you trouble us with this impertinent lie?  La. Sha. 
Good words, Sir jeffery, 'twas not so much amiss; hah, I'll tell you that.  Sir Edw. 
Sure this is some mistake, you told me you were willing to marry.  Isab. 
I did not think I should be put to acknowledge it before this Company: But Heaven knows, I am not more willing to live; the time is now so short, I may confess it.  Sir Edw. 
You would not use him, you intent to marry, ill.  Isab. 
I Love him I am to marry more than Light or Liberty. I have thus long dissembled it through Modesty; but, now I am provoked, I beseech you Sir, think not that I'd dishonour you so.  Sir Edw. 
Look you, you have made her weep; I never found her false or disobedient.  Sir Tim. 
Nay, good dear Cousin, don't cry, you'll make me cry too; I can't forbear, I ask your pardon with all my heart, I vow I do, I was to blame, I must confess.  La. Sha. 
Go too, Sir Timothy, I never could believe one of your parts would play the Fool so.  Sir Edw. 
And you will marry to morrow.  Isab. 
I never wished for any thing so much, you make me blush to say this.  La. Sha. 
Sweet Cousin forgive me, and Sir jeffery, and Sir Timothy.  Isab. 
Can I be angry at any thing▪ when I am to be married to morrow? And I am sure I will be, to him I love more than I hate this Fool.  [Aside] Sir jeff. 
I could find in my heart to break your head, Sir Timothy, you are a Puppy.  Sir Edw. 
Come le's leave 'em together, to understand one another better.  Sir jeff. 
Cousin, Daughter I should say, I beg your pardon, your Servant.  La. Sha. 
Servant, Sweet Daughter.  Ex. Sir Edw. Sir Jeff. and Lady. Sir Tim. 
Dear x be in good humour, I could wish myself well beaten for mistaking one that loves me so, I would I might ne'er stir, if I did not think you had been in earnest: well, but I vow and swear I am mightily beholden to you, that you think me so fine a person, and love me so dearly; Oh how happy am I that I shall have thee to morrow in these Arms! by these ten bones, I love you more than all the Ladies in London put them together. Prithee Speak to me, O that Smile Kills me, oh I will so Hug thee and Kiss thee, and Love thee to morrow night— I'd give forty pound to morrow night were to night, I hope we shall have twins before the year comes about▪  Isab. 
Do you so Puppy?  She gives him a box on the Ear, and pulls him by the Ears. Sir Tim. 
Help, Help, Murder, Murder.  Isab. 
Help, Help, Murder, Murder.  Sir Tim. 
What a Devils to do now? hah, she Counterfeits a Sound.  Enter Theodosia at one Door, and Sir jeffery, and Lady a● the other. Theo. 
How now, my Dear, what's the matter?  Sir jeff. 
What's the Matter?  Sir Tim. 
I feel the matter, She gave me a Cuff, and lugged me by the Ears, and I think she is in a Sound.  I●ab. 
Oh the Witch! the Witch came just now into the Room, and struck Sir Timothy, and Lugged him, and beat me down.  Sir Tim. 
Oh Lord, a Witch! Ay, 'twas a two legged Witch.  Isab. 
And, as soon as she had done, she run out of that Door.  Theo. 
'Tis very true, I met her and was frighted, and left her muttering in the next 〈◊〉.  Sir Tim. 
Oh Impudence!  Sir jeff. 
You Puppy, you Coxcomb, will you never leave these lies, is the fellow bewitched?  He cudgels Sir Tim. La. Sha. 
Go Fool, I am ashamed of you.  Sir jeff. 
Let●s see if we can take this Witch.  La. Sha. 
Quickly, before she flies away.  Ex. Sir Jeff. and Lady. Sir Tim. 
Well, I have done, I'll ne'er tell tale more.  Isab. 
Begone, Fool, go.  Sir Tim. 
Well, I will endure this, but I am resolved to marry her to morrow and be revenged on her; if she serves me so then, I will tickle her Toby for her, faith I will.  Ex. Sir Tim. Isab. 
Well, I'll be gone, and get out of the way of 'em.  Theo. 
Come on.  Enter Young Harfort Drunk. Yo. Harf. 
Madam! Cousin hold a little, I desire a word with you.  Theo. 
I must stay.  Isab. 
Adieu then.  Yo. Harf. 
I am drunken well 〈◊〉, and now I am not so hala (since we must marry to morrow) I pray you now let us be a little better acquainted to neeght, He make bold to Salute you in a Civil way.  Theo. 
The Fool's drunk.  Yo. Harf. 
By the Mass she kisses rarely, uds lord she has a Breath as sweet as a Cow, I have been a Hawking, and have brought you home a power of Powts in my bag here; we have had the rarest sport, we had been at it still, but that 'tis neeght.  Theo. 
You have been at some other sport I see.  Yo. Harf. 
What, because I am merry? nay, and I list, I can be as merry as the best on 'em all.  
An onny mon Smait my Sweet hear●,  
Ayst Smait him again an I con,  
Flesh what care for a brokken Yead,  
For onest a mon's a money  Theo. 
I see you can be merry indeed.  Yo. Har. 
Ay that I can, Fa, lafoy, lafoy, fa, la.  He Sings Roger a Coverly. 
I was at it helter Skelter in excellent Ale, with Londoners that went a Hawking, brave Roisters, honest fellows that did not believe the Plot.  Theo. 
Why don't you believe the Plot?  Yo. Har. 
No, the Chaplain has told me all; there's no Popish Plot, but there's a Presbyterian one, he says, none but fanatics believe it.  Theo. 
An Excellent Chaplain to make love to his Patron's Daughter, and Corrupt the Son.  Aside. 
Why all the Eminent men of our Church believe it; this fellow is none of the Church, but crept into it for a livelihood, and as soon as they find him they'll turn him out of it.  Yo. Har. 
Nay, Cousin I should not have told it, he Charged me to say nothing of it; but you and I are all one, you are to be bone of my bone to morrow: And I will Salute you once more upon that d'ye see.  Theo. 
Hold, Hold, not so fast 'tis not come to that yet.  Yo. Har. 
'Twill come to that and more to morrow, fa, lafoy, lafoy, but I'll out at four a Hawking, though for all that, d'ye understand me?  Theo. 
here's Doubty, I must get rid of this fool.  Enter Doubty. 
Cousin, I hear your Father coming; if he sees you in this Condition he'll be very Angry.  Yo. Har. 
Thank you Kindly, no more to be said, I'll go and Sleep a little, I see she loves me, fa, lafoy, lafoy, la.  Ex. Yo. Harfort. Doubty. 
Dear Madam, this is a happy 〈◊〉 thrown upon me unexpectedly, and I must use it: To morrow is the faral day to ruin me.  Theo. 
It shall not ruin me: the Inquisition should not force me to a Marriage with this fool.  Doubty. 
This is a step to my Comfort; but when your Father shall to morrow hear your refusal, you know not what his passion may produce; restraint of Liberty is the least.  Theo. 
He shall not restrain my Liberty of Choice.  Doubt. 
Put yourself into those hands that may defend you from his Power: the hands of him, who loves you more than the most Pious value Heaven, than Miser's Gold, than Clergy men love Power, than Lawyer's strife, than Jesuits Blood and Treachery.  Theo. 
If I could find such a man.  Doubt. 
Then look no farther Madam, I am he; speak but one word, and make me the happiest man on Earth.  Theo. 
It comes a little to quick upon me; are you sure you are the man you speak of?  Doubt. 
By Heaven; and by yourself I am, or may I be the scorn of all Mankind; and the most Miserable too, without you.  Theo. 
Then you shall be the man.  Doubt. 
Heaven; on my Knees I must receive this Blessing; there's not another I would ask, my Joys too big for me.  Theo. 
No Raptures for Heaven's sake, here comes my Mother, adieu.  Enter Lady Shaklehead. Doubt. 
I must Compose myself.  La. Sha. 
Sir your most humble Servant.  Doubt. 
Your Ladyship's most humble Servant.  La. Sha. 
It is not fit I should lose this opportunity, to tell you that (which perhaps may not be unacceptable to a person of your Complexion) who is so much a Gentleman, that I'll swear I have not seen your equal.  Doubt. 
Dear Madam, you confound me with your Praises.  La. Sha. 
I vow 'tis true; indeed I have struggled with myself before I thought fit to reveal this: but the consideration of your great accomplishments, do indeed, as it were, ravish, or extort it from me, as I may so say.  Doubt. 
I beseech you Madam.  La. Sha. 
There is a Friend of mine, a Lady (whom the world has acknowledged to be well bread, and of Parts too, that I must say, and almost confess) not in the Bud indeed, but in the Flower of her Age, whom time has not yet invaded with his injuries; in fine, envy cannot say that she is less than a full ripe Beauty.  Doubt. 
That this Creature should bring forth such a Daughter.  Aside. La. Sha. 
Fair of Complexion, Tall, Streight, and shaped much above the ordinary; in short, this Lady (whom many have Languished, and Sighed in vain for) does of herself, so much admire your Person, and your Parts, that she extremely desires to contract a Friendship with you, entire to all intents and purposes.  Doubt. 
'Tis impossible she should be in earnest, Madam, but were she, I cannot Marry ever.  La. Sha. 
Why she is Married already, Lord how dull he is! she is the best Friend I have, Married to an old man, far above her sprightly years.  Doubt. 
What a Mother-in-Law am I like to have!  Aside. La. Sha. 
Can you not Guess who this is all this while?  Doubt. 
Too well.  To himself. 
Not I truly Madam.  To her. La. Sha. 
Ha, ha, ha, no! that's strange, ha, ha, ha.  Doubt. 
I cannot possibly.  La. Sha. 
Ha, ha, ha. I'll swear! ha, ha, ha.  Doubt. 
No, I●le swear.  La. Sha. 
'Tis very much, you are an ill guesser, I'll vow, ha, ha, ha! Oh Lord, not yet?  Doubt. 
Not yet, nor ever can.  La. Sha. 
Here's Company, retire.  Enter Smerk and Tegue O Divelly. Smerk. 
I am all on fire, what is it that Inspires me! I thought her ugly once, but this morning thought 〈…〉 in love already! Sure I was blind, she is a beauty 〈…〉 a minute's absence is death to me.  Priest. 
Phaat Joy, dou art in Meditaation and Consideraation upon something? if it be a Scruple upon thy Conscience, I believe I vill maak it out unto dee.  Smerk. 
No Sir, I am only ruminating a while; I am inflamed with her affection, O Susan! Susan! Ah me! Ah me!  Priest. 
Phaat dost dou not mind me? nor put die thought upon me? I do desire to know of dy Faathers' Child, what he does differ from de Caatholick Church in, by my fait it is a braave Church, and a gaallant Church (the Devil take me) I vill tell you now, phare is dear such a one? vill you speak unto me now Joy, hoh?  Smerk. 
'Tis a fine Church, a Church of Splendour, and riches, and power, but there are some things in it—  Priest. 
Shome things! Phaat dost dou taalk of shome things? By my shoule I vill not see a better Church in a Shommers' day, indeed, dan de Caatholick Church. I tell you there is braave dignities, and promotions too; what vill I shay unto you? by St. Phaatrick, but I do believe I vill be a Cardinal before I vill have death. Dey have had not one Eerish Cardinal a great while indeed.  Smerk. 
What power is this that urges me so fast, oh Love! Love!  Priest. 
Phaat dost dou shay, dost dou love promotions and dignities? den I predee now be a Caatholick. What vill I say unto you more? but I vill tell you, You do shay dat the Caatholicks may be shaved, and the Caatholicks do shay, dat you vill be after being damned, and phare is the solidity now of daat, daat dou vill not turn a good Caatholick?  Smerk. 
I cannot believe there is a Purgatory.  Priest. 
No! Fie I vill tell you what I vill shay unto you, I have sheen many Shoules of Purgatory dat did appear unto me; And by my trot, I do know a Shoule when I do she it, and de Shoules did speak unto me, and did deshire of me dat I vould pray dem out of that plaashe: And dear Paarents, and Friends did give me shome money, and I did pray 'em out. Widout money indeed, we cannot pray dem out, no fait.  Smerk. 
That may not be so hard; but for Transubstantiation, I can never believe it.  Priest 
Phaat dost not believe the Cooncel of Trent Joy? dou vilt be damned indeed, and the Devil take me, if dou dost not believe it. I vill tell you phaat vill I say to you, a Cooncel is infallible; and I tell you, de Cardinals are infallible too, upon occaasion, and they are damned Heretic Dogs, by my shoulvaation, dat do not believe every oord they vill speak indeed.  Smerk. 
I feel a flame within me, oh Love, Love, weather wilt thou carry me?  Priest. 
Art thou in love Joy? by my shoule dou dost Commit fornicaation, I vill tell you it is a venial Sinn, and I vill after be absolveing you for it: but if dou dosh Commit Marriage, it is mortal, and dou vilt be damned and be fait and trot. I predee now vill dou fornicate and not Marry: for my shaake now vilt dou fornicate.  Smerk. 
Sure I am bewitched.  Priest. 
Bewitched in love, Aboo! boo! I'll tell you now, you must take the Woman's 
* Vide Scot Discovery etc.  Shoe dat dou dost Love sho, and dou must maak a Jaakes of it, dat is to shay, dou must lay a Sirreverence, and be in it, and it will make cure upon d'ye.  Smerk. 
Oh the Witch! the Witch! Mal. Spencer, I am struck in my Bowels, take her away, there, oh! I have a Thousand Needles in me, take her away, Mal. Spencer.  Priest. 
Phaare is she, Mal. Spencer. Exercise te Conjure te in Nomine, etc.  He mutters and Crosses himself. Smerk. 
Oh, I have a Million of Needle's Pricking my Bowels.  Priest. 
I vill, set up a hubub for d'ye, help! help! who is dear? help, Aboo, boo, boo.  Enter Sir, jeffery, and Lady, and Susan. Smerk. 
Oh Needles! Needles! Take away Mal. Spencer, take her away.  Sir, jeff. 
He is bewitched, some Witch has gotten his Image, and is tormenting it.  Priest. 
Hold him, and I vill taak some course vid him, he is possessed, or obessed, I vill touch him vid some Relics.  Susan. 
Oh, good Sir, help him, what shall I do for him?  La. Sha. 
Get some Lead melted (and holding over his body) power it into a Poringer full of Water, and if there appear any image upon the Lead, than he is bewitched.  This experiment is to be found in Mal. Mallific. Priest. 
Peash, I shay, here is shome of St. Phaatricks' own Whisker, and some of the Snuff he did use to taak, dat did hang upon his Beard; here is a Tooth of St. Winifred, indeed, here is a Corn from de Toe of St. Ignatius, and here is de paring of his Nails too.  He rubs him with these Relics. Smerk. 
Oh worse, worse, take her away.  Priest. 
By my shoule it is a very strong Devil, I vill try some more, here is St. Caaterine de Virgin's Wedding-Ring, here is one of St. Bridge●s Nipples of her Tuggs, by my shoule, here is some of the sweat of St. Francis, and here is a piece of St. Laurence's Gridiron, dese vill make Cure upon any shickness, if it be not ones lashed shickness.  Susan. 
What will become of me, I have poisoned him, I shall lose my Lover, and be hanged into the bargain.  Smerk. 
Oh! I die, I die, oh, oh.  Priest. 
By my shoule it is a very strong Devil, a very aable Devil, I vill run and fetch shome Holy-vater.  Ex. Priest. Susan. 
Look up, dear Sir, speak to me, ah woes me, Mr. Smerk, Mr. Smerk.  Sir jeff. 
This Irishman is a Gallant man about Witches, he out does me.  La. Sha. 
But I do not know what to think of his Popish way, his Words, his Charms, and Holy Water, and Relics, methinks he is guilty of Witchcrast too, and you should send him to Goal for it.  Smerk. 
Oh! oh!  Enter Priest with a Bottle of Holywater. Priest. 
Now, I warrant you Joy, I vill do the Devil's business for him, now I have does Holy-Vater. The Bottle flies out of his hand. Phaat is de matter now? phare is does Devil dat does taak my Holy-Vater from me? He is afraid of it; I she my bottle, but I do not she the Devil does take it. I vill Catch it from him.  The Bottle, as he reaches at it, flies from him. Sir jeff. 
This is wonderful!  La. Sha. 
Most amazing!  Priest. 
Conjure te malum 〈◊〉, Conjure te pessir●● in 〈◊〉, red mihi me●● (〈◊〉 Latime) Bottle, phaat vill I do? It is gone  It flies quite away. La. Sha. 
'Tis strange: You see he does not fear holy-water.  Priest. 
I tell you phaat is de matter, by my Shoule he vill touch the Bottle, because daat is not Consecrate; but, by my fait, he will not meddle vid de Vater. I vill ferch shome, I have in a Baashon.  He runs out and fetches a Basin of Water. Susan. 
He lies as if he were a Sleep.  Smerk. 
Oh! I begin to have some ease.  Priest. 
I did never meet vid a Devil dat did Cosht so much Laabour before.  He throws Water in Smerks Fact. 
Exercis● te Demonens fuge, fuge, Exerciso te, per Melchefideck, per Bethlehem Gabor, per omne quod Exit in 'em seu Graecum sive Latinum.  Smerk. 
I am much better now, and the Witch is gone.  Susan. 
Good Sir retire to your Chamber, I will fetch some Cordials.  Smerk. 
Sweet beautiful Creature! How I am Enamoured with thee! Thy beauty dazzles like the Sun in his Meridian.  Sir jeff. 
Beauty, Enamoured! Why he seems distracted still; lead him to his Chamber, and let him rest.  Priest. 
Now Joy, dost dou she, I have maked a Miracle by my shoule. Phen vill I she one of your Church make a Miracle, hoh? by my Shoulevaation they cannot make Miracles out of the Caatolick Church, I tell you now, hoh.  Mother Demdike enters invisible to them and boxes the Priest. 
Phaat is de matter now, ah? by my shoule shomething does cuff upon my faash, an be, Exercise te in ●omine, nomine, by my shoule Saatan, I vill pelt dee vid Holy-Vater indeed; he is Angry dat I did make a Miracle.  Mother Demdike gets behind him, and Kicks and Beats him. La. Sha. 
What is this, I hear the blows, and see nothing.  Sir jeff. 
So do I, I am frighted and amazed; le's fly.  Ex. Sir Jeff. and La. Priest. 
Oh, oh, vat is does for Joy, oh, all my Holy-Vater is gone, I must fly.  He mutters and Crosses himself, and the Wuch beats him out. Enter Bellfort and Isabel. Bell. 
All this day have I watched for this opportunity, let me improve it now. Consider, Madam, my Extreme Love to you, and your own harred to that Fool, for whom you are designed to morrow.  Isab. 
My consent is to be had first.  Bell. 
Your Father's resentment of your refusal, may put you out of all possibility of making me happy, or providing for your own Content.  Isab. 
To Marry one against his Consent is a Crime he'll ne'er forgive.  Bell. 
Though his Engagement to Sir jeffery would make him Refuse his Consent beforehand: He is too reasonable a man to be troubled afterwards, at your Marrying to a better Estate, and to one that loves more than he can tell you: I have not words for it.  Isab. 
Though I must Confess you may deserve much better, would you not Imagine I were very forward to receive you upon so short an Acquaintance.  Bell. 
Would I had a Casement in my Breast. Make me not, by your delay, the miserablest wretch on Earth. (Which I shall ever be without you) think quickly Madam, you have not time to Consider long, I lay myself at your Feet, to be for ever made happy or miserable by you.  Isab. 
How shall I be sure you'll not deceive me? These hasty vows, like Angry words, Seldom shoes the Heart.  Bell. 
By all the Powers of Heaven and Earth.  Isab. 
Hold, Swear not, I had better take a man of honour at his Word.  Bell. 
And may Heaven throw its Curses on me when I break it; my Chaplin's in the House, and passes for my valet de Chambre. Will you for ever make me Happy Madam?  Isab. 
I'll trust your honour; and I'll make myself so; I throw myself upon you, use me nobly: now 'tis out.  Bell. 
Use ye, as I would use my Soul; my Honour, my Heart, my Life, my Liberty, and all I have is yours. There's not a man in all the World, that I can envy now, or wish to be.  Isab. 
Take care, we shall be spied: The short time I have to resolve in, will, I hope, make you have a better Opinion of my modesty, than otherwise you would have occasion for.  Bell. 
Dearest! Sweetest of Creatures! my Joy distracts me, I cannot speak to you.  Isab. 
For Heaven's sake leave me, if you raise a Jealously in the House I am ruined, we'll meet soon.  Bell. 
Adieu my Life! my Soul! I am all obedience.  Exit. Bellfort. Enter Theodosia. Isab. 
Oh my Dear, I am happy, all's out that pained me so; my Lover knows I love him.  Theo. 
I have Confessed to my Ghostly Father too, and my Conscience is at ease.  Isab. 
Mine received the news with more Joy, than he Could put in Words.  Enter Sir jeffery, Lady, and Sir Timothy. Theo. 
And mine in rapture; I am the happiest Woman Living.  Isab. 
I'll not yield to you at all in that.  Theo. 
There's no cause, I would not submit to you in, but this my Dear.  Isab. 
I will hold out in this cause while I have breath, I am happier in my Choice than all the World can make me.  Theo. 
Mine is the Handsomest, Wittiest, most accomplished Gentleman—  Isab. 
Mine is the beautifullest, sweetest, well-shaped, well-bred, wittiest Gentleman—  Sir Tim. 
That must be I, whom she means, for all my Quarrels with her.  La. Sha. 
Peace, we shall hear more.  Theo. 
Little think our Fathers how happy we shall be to morrow.  Sir jeff. 
What's that? Listen.  Isab. 
(If no unlucky Accident should hinder us) we shall be far happier than they can Imagine.  Theo. 
How we have Cheated them all this while!  Isab. 
'Slife they are behind us, stir not. We have hidden our love from them all this while.  La. Sha. 
Have you so? but we shall find it now.  aside Isab. 
Your Brother Little thinks I Love him so; For I have been Cross and coy to him on purpose. I shall be the happiest Woman in him, I am to have, that ever was.  Theo. 
I could wish your Brother loved me as well as mine does you. For never Woman loved the man she was to Marry as I do him, I am to have to morrow.  Sir jeff. 
That's my best Daughter, thou wert ever a good Child, nay blush not, all is out, we heard ye both.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, all is out, my pretty Dear dissembler: well, I protest and vow, I am mightily obliged to you for your great love to me, and good opinion of me.  La. Sha. 
I hope to morrow will be a happy day for both our families.  Enter Sir Edward, Bellfort and Doubty, and Musicians. 
Oh Sir Edward, is not that strange I told you, I should not have believed it if I had not seen it.  Sir Edw. 
And pray give me the same liberty: But now we'll have some music, that's good against enchantment, Sing me the Song I Commanded you, and then we'll have a dance before we go to bed.  Sung Enter Priest. Priest. 
Hoh, 'tis a pretty Shong, but I vill shing a brave Cronan now, dat is better I tell you.  He Sings. Sir Edw. 
'Tis very fine but sing me one Song more in three parts, to sweeten our Ears, for all that. 
* They gave and streyn, but cannot sing, but make an ugly noise.  Why what's the matter? you gape and make faces, and do not sing, what's the matter, are you mad?  Priest. 
Do you play, play I say, Oh they are bewitched, I vill shay no more.  Sir Edw. 
Play I say.  Music. 
I can't, my Arms are on the sudden stiff as marble, I cannot move them.  They hold up their bows, but cannot play. Exit. Priest. Sir. Edw. 
Sure this is roguery, and Confederacy.  Priest. 
Conjuro te conjuro in nonime, etc.  The Priest. come in with Holy-Water and slings it upon them So long till they run out roaring▪ Sir Edw. 
Hold, hold, prithee don't duck us all we are not all bewitched.  Priest. 
I tell you it is good for you an be, and vill defend you upon occasion.  Sir jeff. 
Now you see, Sir, with your own Eyes; cannot you give us a Receipt to make Holywater?  Priest. 
A Resheit, aboo, boo, boo; by my Shoule he is a Foole. I have ma●●e two Hogsheads gra: and I vill have you vash all de Rooms vid it, and the Devil vill not come upon de plaash by my Shalvaation.  Bell. 
'Tis a little odd; but however, I shall not fly from my Belief, that every thing is done by Natural Causes, because I cannot presently assign those Causes.  Sir Edw. 
You are in the right, we know not the powers of matter.  Doubt. 
When any thing unwonted happens, and we not see the cause, we call it unnatural and miraculous.  Priest. 
By my Shoule you do talk like Heretick-Dogs, and Aathiests.  Sir Edw. 
Let us inquire farther about these Musicians.  Priest. 
I vill make shome Miracles, and I think I vill be after reconciling dem indeed, oh dou damned vitch. Ex. all but Priest. Now I do she d'ee I vill beat upon dee vid my Beads Mother Dick▪ rises up, and boxes him, be strikes her with Beads, and see him with her Staff, and beats him out. and Crucifix, oh, oh, she is a damned Protestant Heretic Vitch, daat is de reason she vill not fly, oh, oh, oh.  Ex. Priest. Enter Tom Shaklehead, and Clod, in the Field. Tho. Sha. 
By'r Lady 'tis meeghty strong Ale, Ay am well neegh drunken, and my Nephew will be stark wood, his Hawks want their Pigeon saw this neeght.  Clod. 
Why what wouden yeow be a Angee? Flesh, Ay ha' gotten the Bridle by'r Lady, Ayst ma some body carry me, and be my Titt too.  Tom. 
Thou'rt a strange Fillee (Horse I should say) why didst thou think thou wast a Titt when th' Bridle was on thee.  Clod. 
Ay marry, I know we'll I am sure, I wot I was a Titt, a mere Titt.  Tom. 
Listen, there's a noise of women in the Air, it comes towards us.  Clod. 
Ay by th'Mass, 'tis Witches.  
Witches above. Here this way, no that way, make haste, follow the Dame, we shall be too late, 'tis time enough; away, away, away.  Tom. 
Wawnds and Flesh it is a flock of Witches by'r Lady, they come reeght o'er head, ist let fly at 'em, hah, be th' mass I ha' maimed one, here's one has a wing brocken at least.  He shoots, M. Spencer shrieks, and falls down. Clod. 
M. Spencer by th' mass.  M. Spen. 
O Rogues! I'll be revenged on you, Dogs, Villains, you have broken my Arm.  Clod. 
I was made a Horse, a Titt by thee, by th' mass ist be revenged o'thee.  He puts the Bridle upon her. 
Horse, Horse, be thou to me.  
And carry me where e'er I flee.  He flies away nyon her. Tom. 
O'ds Flesh, what's this? I cannot believe my Senses; I must walk home alone, but I'll charge my Piece again by'r Lady, and the Hags come again ist have t'other Shoot at 'em.  Ex. Tom. Shack. The Scene returns to Sir Edward's House. Enter Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. 
My Dear Friend, I am so transported with excess of Joy, it is become a pain, I cannot bear it.  Doubt. 
Dear Bellfort! I am in the same Case, but (if the hope transports us so) what will Enjoyment do?  Bell. 
My Blood is i'll, and shivers when I think on't.  Doubt. 
One night with my Mistress would outweigh an Age of Slavery to come.  Bell. 
Rather than be without a night's Enjoyment of mine, I would be hanged next morning: I am Impatient till they appear.  Doubt. 
They are Women of Honour, and will keep their Words; your Parson's ready, and three or four of our Servants for Witnesses.  Bell. 
He is so, 'twill be dispatched in half a quarter of an hour, all are retired to bed.  Enter Lady Shacklehead. Doubt. 
Go in, yonder's my Lady-Mother-in-Law coming, I must contrive a way to secure her: in, in.  Bell. 
I go.  Doubt. 
Death, that this old Fellow should be asleep already! she comes now to discover, what I know too well already.  La. Sha. 
He is there I'll swear, a punctual Gentleman, and a person of much honour; Sir, I am come according to your appointment; Sir jeffery is fast.  Doubt. 
'Tis before I expected, Madam, I thought to have left Bellfort asleep, who is a Jealous man, and believes there is an Intrigue betwixt your Ladyship and me.  La. Sha. 
I vow: ha, ha, ha, me! no, no; ha, ha, ha.  Doubt. 
Retire for a short time, and when I have secured him, I'll wait on you; but let it be i'th' dark.  La. Sha. 
You speak like a Discreet and Worthy Person, remember this Room, there's no body lies in it; I will stay there in the dark for you.  Ex. Lady. Doubt. 
Your most humble Servant. Well, I will go to the Lady's Chamber as if I mistake it for mine, and let them know this is the time.  Enter Tegue O Divelly. Priest. 
Dere is shometimes the pretty Wenches, do walk here in the dark at night, and by my Shoulvaation if I do catch one, I vill be after enjoying her Body: and fait and trot I have a great need too, it is a venial Sin, and I do not care.  Doubt. 
Death, who is here? stay Ladies, here's the damned Priest in the way.  Enter Doubty with a Candle. Isab. 
Go you, we'll follow by and by in the dark.  The Ladies retire, Doubty goes to his Chamber. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. Sha. 
I hear one trampling, he is come already, sure Bellfort is asleep; who is there?  Priest. 
By my Shoul it is a Woman's speech, 'tis I; where are you? by my fait I vill maak a Child upon her Body.  La. Sha. 
Mr. Doubty.  Priest. 
Ay, let me put a sweet Kish upon die hand Joy, and now I vill Shalute dy Mout, and I vill embraash die Body too indeed.  La. Sha. 
'Slife, I am mistaken, this is the Irish Priest; his understanding is sure to betray him.  Priest. 
I predee now Joy be not nishe, I vill maak shome good sport vid dee indeed.  La. pulls her hand away, and fly's. 
Ho now, phaare is die hand now? oh,  Enter Mother Dickenson and puts her hand into the Priests. 
Here it is by my Shoule.  
I vill use d'ye braavely upon occaasion, I vill tell you, predee kish me upon my Faash now, it is a braave kish indeed.  The Witch kisses him. 
By my Shoul done art very handsome, I do know it, dough I cannot she d'ee. I predee now retire vid me, aboo, aboo, by my Shoule does is a Gaalant occaasion, come Joy.  Ex. Priest and Witch. Enter Lady. La. Sha. 
What's the meaning of this? he talked to some Woman, and kissed her too, and is retired into the Chamber I was in.  Enter Isab. and Theo. Isab. 
Every thing is quiet, I hear no noise.  Theo. 
Nor I, this is the happy time.  La. Sha. 
This must be he; who's there?  Theo. 
'Slife! this is my Mother's voice, retire softly.  Isab. 
Oh Misfortune! What makes her here? we are undone if she discovers us.  La. Sha. 
Whose there I say? will you not answer? what can this mean? 'tis not a Wench I hope for Doubty, and then I care not.  Isab. and Theo. retire. Enter Priest and Witch. 
I am impatient till he comes; ha, whom have we here? I am sure this is not he, he does not come that way.  Priest. 
By my shoul Joy, dou art a Gaalant piece of Flesh, a braave Bedfellow, phoo art dou?  Dick. 
One that loves you dearly.  Priest. 
Phaat vill I do to she die faash I wonder? Oh, here is a light approaching unto us.  La. Sha. 
Who's this with a light? I must fly.  Ex. La. Sha. Enter Susn with a Candle. Priest. 
Now I vill she die faash.  Susan. 
O, Sir, are you there? I am going to Mr. Smirk with this Candle poor man.  Priest. 
O phaat have I done? Oh! de Vich! de Vich!  The Witch sinks, she lets fall the Candle and Candle, and runs away shrieking. Susan. 
Oh! the Witch! the Witch!  Priest. 
By my Shoule I have had communicaation and Copulaation too vid a Succubus; Oh! phaat vill I do! phaat vill I do! by my fait and trot, I did taught she had been a braave and gaallant Lady, and be, oh! oh!  Ex. Priest. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. Sha. 
What shriek was that? hah! here's nobody, sure all's clear now!  Enter Isabel, Theodosia. Isab. 
I heard a shriek, this is the time to venture, they are frighted out of the Gallery, and all's clear now.  Theo. 
Let's venture; we shall have people stirring very early this morning to prepare for the Wedding else.  La. Sha. 
Ha! who's that?  Isab. and Theo. creep softly into nng and Doubty's Chamber. 
I am terribly afraid: Heaven!  
what's this! the Chamber door opened, and I saw a woman  
〈◊〉 in, I am enraged, I'll distrub 'em.  
Isabel, The dosia, Bellfort, Doubty disguised, Parson and Servants in the Chamber.  Isab. 
You see we are women of words, and women of courage too, that dare venture upon this dreadful business.  Bell. 
Welcome, more welcome than all the Treasures of the Sea and Land.  Doubt. 
More welcome than a Thousand Angels.  Theo. 
Death! we are undone, one knocks.  La. Shack, knocks. Bell. 
Curse on 'em; keep the door fast.  La. Sha. 
Gentlemen open the door for Heaven's sake, quickly.  Isab. 
Open it, we are ruined else; we'll into the Bed, you know what you have to do.  They cover themselves. Enter La. Shacklehead. La. Sha. 
Gentlemen, the House is alarmed with Witches, and I saw two come into this Chamber, and come to give you notice.  Bell. 
Here are none but whom you see.  Doubt. 
They come invisibly then; for we had our eyes on the door.  La. Sha. 
Are they not about the Bed somewhere? Let's search.  Bell. 
There are no Witches there, I can assure you.  La. Sha. 
Look a little, I warrant you.  Sir Jeffery knocks without. Sir jeff. 
Open the door quickly, quickly, the Witches are there.  La. Sha. 
Oh! my Husband, I am ruined if he sees me here.  Doubt. 
Put out the Candles, He enters, and stumbles upon the Servant. lie down before the door.  Sir jeff. 
Oh! Oh! I have broken my knees; this is the Witches doing: I have lost my Wife too: lights, lights there.  La. Sha. 
I'll not stay here.  She creeps out softly. Isab. 
Here's no staying for us.  Theo. 
Quickly, go by the Wall.  They steal on. Sir jeff. 
For Heaven's sake let's into the Gallery and call for lights.  Bell. 
A Curse upon this Fellow and all ill luck.  Doubt. 
Hell take him, the Ladies are gone too.   

ACT. V.  Enter Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. 
WHat unfortunate disapointments have we met with!  Doubt. 
All ill luck has conspired against us this night.  Bell. 
We have been near being discovered, which would have ruined us.  Doubt. 
And we have but this night to do our business in; if we dispatch not this affair now, all will come out to morrow.  Bell. 
I tremble to think on't; sure the surprise the Ladies were in before, has frighted 'em from attempting again.  Doubt. 
I rather think that they have met with people, in the Gallery, that have prevented 'em.  Bell. 
Now I reflect, I am apt to think so too; for they seem to be very hearty in this matter. Once more go to their Chamber.  Doubt. 
Go you in then to ours.  Bell. goes in. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. Sha. 
Hold, Mr. Doubty.  Doubt. 
A Curse on all damned luck, is she here?  Aside. 
Sweet Madam, is it you! I have been watching, for Bellfort's sleeping ever since.  La. Sha. 
I venture hard, since Sir jeffery missed me out of Bed, I had much ado to ●asten an excuse upon him.  Doubt. 
I am so afraid of Bellforts coming, Madam, he was here but even now: The hazard of your honour puts me in an Agony.  La. Sha. 
O dear Sir, put out the Candle, and he can never discover any thing; besides, we will retire into you Room.  Doubt. 
Death, what shall I do now.  She puts out the Candle. La. Sha. 
And since it is dark, and you cannot see my Blushes, I must tell you, you are a very ill guesser; for I myself was the person I described.  Doubt. 
Oh Madam! you raille me, I will never believe it while I live; it is impossible.  La. Sha. 
I'll swear 'tis true: Let us withdraw into that Room, or we shall be discovered.  
Oh Heaven, I am undone, my Husband with a light run into your Chamber.  Doubt. 
'tis a happy deliverance.  Aside. Ex. Doubty. La. Sha. 
I'll counterfeit walking in my sleep.  Enter Sir Jeffery with a Light. Sir jeff. 
Where is this Wife of mine? She told me she fell asleep in the Closet, at her Prayers, when I missed her before; and I found her there at my coming back to my Chamber: But now she is not there I am sure. Ha! here she is. Ha, what is she blind! she takes no notice of me! how gingerly she treads!  La. Sha. 
Oh! stand off— who's that would kill my dear Sir jeffery? stand off I say.  Sir jeff. 
Oh Lord, kill me! where! ha! here's nobody.  La. Sha. 
Oh! the Witch, the Witch, oh she pulls the clothes off me. Hold me, dear Sir jeffery, hold me.  Sir jeff. 
On my Conscience and Soul she walks in her sleep.  La. Sha. 
Oh, all the clothes are off, cover me, oh I am so cold!  Sir jeff. 
Good lack a day, it is so! my Dear, my Lady.  La. Sha. 
Ha, hah.  She opens her eyes and shrieks. Sir jeff. 
Wake I say, wake.  La. Sha. 
Ah.  Sir jeff. 
'Tis I my dear.  La. Sha. 
Oh Heaven! Sir jeffery, where am I?  Sir jeff. 
Here in the Gallery.  La. Sha. 
Oh! how came I here?  Sir jeff. 
Why, thou didst walk in thy sleep; good lack a day, I never saw the like.  La. Sha. 
In my sleep say you! oh Heaven! I have catched my death. Let's to Bed, and tell me the story there.  Sir jeff. 
Come on. Ha, ha, ha, this is such a jest! walk in your sleep! godsniggs, I shall so laugh at this in the morning.  La. Sha. 
This is a happy come off.  Aside Enter Isabella and Theodosia. Isab. 
If we do not get into this Chamber suddenly, we are undone: They are up in the Offices already.  Theo. 
Never have adventures been so often disappointed, in so short a time.  Isab. 
There's no body in the Gallery now, we may go.  Theo. 
Hast then, and let us fly thither.  Isab. Theo. 
Ah, what's this?  Just as they are entering, Chaplain and Susan enter with a Candle. Susan. 
Oh! the Witches, the Witch's.  Smerk. 
Oh mercy upon us, where is this Candle?  
So let me tell you, 'Twas no Witch; they were the two young Ladies, that frighted my dear beauteous Love so; and I'll acquaint their Parents with it I'll assure you.  Susan. 
This is strange, what could they have to do at this time o'th' night!  Smerk. 
I know not. But I well know what I have to do. I am inflamed beyond all measure, with thy heavenly beauty.  Susan. 
Alas, my beauty is but moderate; yet none of the worst, I must needs say.  Smerk. 
'Tis blasphemy to say so; your eyes are bright like two Twin-Stars; your Face is an Ocean of beauty; and your Nose a Rock arising from it, on which my heart did split; Nothing but Ruby and Pearl is about thee; I must blazon thee by Jewels, thy beauty is of a Noble rank.  Susan. 
Good lack, what fine language is this! well, 'tis a rare thing to be a Scholar.  Smerk. 
'Tis a miracle I should not think her handsome before this day; she is an Angel! Isabel is a Dowdy to her. You have an unexhausted mine of beauty. Dear Mrs. Susan cast thy Smiles upon me, and let me labour in thy Quarry: Love makes me Eloquent and Allegorical.  Susan. 
Sweet Sir, you oblige me very much by your fine Language; but I vow I understand it not: yet methinks it goes very prettily.  Smerk. 
I will unfold my hear unto thee; let me approach thy lip, Oh fragrant! fragrant! Arabia felix is upon this lip.  Susan. 
Ha! upon my lip, what's that? I have nothing, I have no pimple, nor any thing upon my lip, not I  Smerk. 
Sweet Innocence— I will be plain; I am inflamed within, and would enjoy thy lovely Body in sweet dalliance.  Susan. 
How Sir! do you pretend to be a Divine, and would commit this sin! know, I will preserve my Honour and my Conscience.  Smerk. 
Conscience? why so you shall, as long as our minds are united. The Casuists will tell you, it is a Marriage in foro 〈◊〉▪ and besides, the Church of Rome allows Fornication: And truly it is much practised in our 〈◊〉 too. Let us retire, come, come.  Susan. 
Stand off, I defy you: your Casuists are Knaves, and you are a Papist, you are a foul voluptuous Swine, and I will never smile on you more. Farewell.  Smerk. 
Hold, hold, Dear, beauteous Creature, I am at thy mercy: Must I marry then? speak. Prithee spare me that, and I'll do any thing.  Susan. 
Stand off, I scorn thy Love; thou art a piteous Fellow.  Smerk. 
Dear Mrs. Susan hear me; let us but do the thing, and then I'll marry thee.  Susan. 
I'll see thee hanged e'er I'll trust thee, or e'er a Whoremaster of you all. No, I have been served that trick too often already, I thank you.  Aside. Smerk. 
Must I then Marry?  Enter Isabel and Theodosia disguised, with Vizors like Witches. Isab. 
Yonder's the Chaplin and Susan;  
But this disguise will fright 'em.  Theo. 
Let's on, we must venture.  Susan. 
Oh! the Witches, the Witch's.  Smerk. 
Oh! fly, fly.  Ex. Susan and Chaplin. Enter Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. 
What shriek was that?  Doubt. 
We have been several times alarmed with these Noises.  Bell. 
Here's ●othing but madness and confusion in this Family.  Isab. 
Heaven! who are these whispering?  Doubt. 
Who's this I have hold on, heaven grant it be not my Lady?  Theo. 
'Tis I, 'tis Theodosia.  Doubt. 
'Tis lucky— where is your fair Companion?  Theo. 
Here.  Doubt. 
And here's my Friend—  Bell. 
A thousand Blessings on you.  Priest. 
Phoo are dese?  Enter Priest with a Candle. Bell. 
Heaven what's this, the damned Priest? These disguises will serve our turn yet: oh, Sir we are haunted with Witches here, run in quickly for some Holy-water.  Priest. 
I vill, I vill, let me alone.  Ex. Priest. Bell. 
Now in, in quickly.  Ex. Bell. Doubt. Isab. and Theo. Enter Priest with Holywater. Priest. 
Phaar is dese Vitches? phaar are they? hah, they are Wanisht for fear of me, I vill put dish down in does plaash for my defence; what vill I do now? I have maked Fornication vid dis Vitch or Succubus indeed; when I do go home, I vill be after being absolved for it, and den I vill be as Innocent as the child unborn by my Shoule. I have hanged myself all round vid relics indeed, and the Sprights and the Vitches cannot hurt me fait and trot.—  Enter Mother Dickenson. M. Dick. 
My Dear, I come to visit thee again.  Priest. 
Phaat is here, de Vitch again does come to haunt me, Benidi●●●e, out upon dee dou damned Vitch, vat dost dou come upon me for? I defy dee, a plaague taak d'ye indeed.  M. Dick. 
I am no Witch, I am a poor Innocent woman, and a Tenant of Sir Edward's, and one that loves you dearly.  Priest. 
Doughty plaagy Vitch, let me come unto my holy vater, and I vill pay d'ye off indeed; hoh, by my shoulvaation 'tis all flown away— oh dou damned Vitch, I vill hang d'ye indeed.  M. Dick. 
Pretdee be kinder, my Dear, and kiss me.  Priest. 
Out, out, kiss dee— a plaague take dee joy▪ stand off upon me, by my shoulvaation, I vill kiss de dog's Arse shaving die presence, before I vill be after kishing d'ye.  M. Dick. 
Be not so unkind to thy own Dear. Thou didst promise me Marriage, thou know'st, and I come to claim thee for my Husband.  Priest. 
Aboo, boo, boo, Marriage, Vat vill I Marry vid a Vitch, by my shoule— Conjuro te, fuge, fuge.  M. Dick. 
Do not think to put me off with your Latin; for do you hear Sir, you promised me Marriage, and I will have you.  Priest. 
Oh phaat vill I do? Vat vill I do?  M. Dick. 
This Morning I will Marry you, I'll stay no longer, you are mine.  Priest 
By my shoule Joy I vill tell you, I am a Romish Priest, and I cannot Maarry. What would you have now?  M. Dick. 
You shall turn Protestant then, for I will have you.  Priest. 
By St. Paatrick phaat does she say? Oh damned Protestant Vitch. I vill speak shivilly, Madam, I vill tell d'ye now, if dou vill repair unto dine own House, by my shoulwaation I vill come unto dee to morrow, and I vill give dee satisfaaction indeed. Aside, As soon as she does get home, fait and trot I vill bring de Constable, and hang her indeed.  M. Dick. 
I'll not be put off, I'll have you now.  She lays hold on him. Priest. 
By my Shoul I vill not go, I vill hang d'ye for a Vitch; and now I do apprehend dee upon daat. Help, help.  Enter Tom. Sha. and Clod. 
I have taaken a Vitch indeed: Help, help.  M. Dick. 
I am your Wife.  Priest. 
Help, help, I have taaken a Vitch.  Tom. Sha. 
Ha! what's here? one of the Witches by th'Mess.  Priest. 
Ay, by my Shoule joy, I have taaken her.  Tom. Sha. 
Nay, by'r Lady, who has taken yeow by yeowr leave.  Clod. 
We han taken a Witch too; lay hawd on her.  M. Dick. 
Deber, Deber, little Martin, little  
Martin, where art thou little  
Master? where art thou little Master?  Priest. 
Dost dou mutter? By my shoule I vill hang dee joy; a plaague taak d'ye indeed.  M. Dick. 
Thou art a Popish Priest, and I will hang thee.  Priest. 
I am Innocent as the Child unborn, I vill taak the Odes, and be—  M. Dick. 
Marmot, Mamilion, Rouncy, Puckling, little Master, have you left me all?  Clod. 
We han got another Witch, who's strongly guarded and Watched i'th' stabo.  Tom. Sha. 
Come let's hale her thither: We could not get into the hawse till naw, we came whoame so late at night.  Priest. 
Come let us take de Vitch away: I vill hang dee Joy— a plaague take dee fait.  M. Dick. 
Am I o'ertaken then— I am Innocent, I am Innocent.  Tom. Sha. 
Let us carry her thither, come along.  Priest. 
Pull her away— we will be after hanging of you Fait and Trot.  Ex. Enter Sir Timothy, and Servant, with a Candle. Sir Tim. 
I could not rest to night for the Joy of being Married to day: 'Tis a pretty Rogue— she's somewhat Cross— but I warrant her she will love me, when she has tried me once.  Seru. 
Why would you rise so soon? 'Tis not day yet.  Sir Tim. 
'Tis no matter, I cannot sleep man, I am to be Married Sirrah.  Seru. 
Ay, and therefore you should have slept now, that you might watch the better at night: For 'twill be uncivil to sleep much upon your Wedding Night.  Sir Tim. 
Uncivil, ay that it will— very uncivil: I won't sleep a wink. call my new Brother-in-Law: Oh here he is, he can't sleep neither.  Enter Harfo●● and his Man with a Candle. Yo. Har. 
Set down the Candle; and go bid the Groom get the Horses ready, I must away to the Powts.  Sir Tim. 
Oh Brother, good morrow to you; what a Devil's this— what booted! are you taking a Journey upon your wedding day?  Yo. Har. 
No, but I will not lose my Hawking this Morning; I will come back time enough to be Married Brother.  Sir Tim. 
Well, breeding's a fine thing— this is a strange ill-bred Fellow! what Hawk upon your Wedding day! I have other game to fly at— Oh how I long for night— why my Sister will think you care not for her.  Yo. Har. 
aside, No more— I done't very much ● a pox on Marrying, I love a Hawk, and a Dog, and a Horse, better than all the Women in the World. [To him. Why I can Hawk and Marry too: She shall see I love her: For I will leave off Hawking before Ten a Clock.  Enter Servant. Seru. 
Sir, I cannot come at the Horses, for the People have taken a brace of Witches, and they are in the stable under a strong guard, that will let no body come at 'em.  Yo. Har. 
ud's flesh, I shall have my Horses bewitched, and lose 500 pounds' worth of Horse Flesh.  Sir Tim. 
No, no, they can do no hurt— when they are taken the Devil leaves 'em— Let's go see 'em—  Yo. Har. 
What shall we do?  Their men taking up the Candles, 〈◊〉 Spirits fly away with 'em. Sir Tim. 
Let us stand up close against the Wall.  Yo. Har. 
Listen, here are the Witches, what will become of us?  Enter Isabel, Theodosia, Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. 
A Thousand blessings light on thee my Dear Pretty Witch.  Sir Tim. 
O Lord! there's the Devil too Courting of a Witch.  Doubt. 
This is the first Night I ever lived, thou Dearest, Sweetest Creature.  Yo. Har. 
Oh! sweet quoth a, that's more than I can say of myself at this time.  Isab. 
We will go and be decently prepared for the Wedding that's Expected:  Theo. 
Not a word of discovery till the last; creep by the Wall. Ha— who's here!  Isab. 
Where?  Yo. Har. 
Oh good Devil don't hurt us, we are your humble servants.  Bell. 
In▪ in quickly—  Ex. Bellfort and Doubty. Sir Tim. 
Lights, Lights, Help, Help, Murder, Murder, Oh good Devil doubt hurt me; I am a Whoremaster.  Yo. Har. 
And I am a Drunkard; Help, Help, Murder.  Ex. Ladies. Enter Tom. Shacklehead with a Candle, and Tegue O. Devilly. Tom. Sha. 
What's the Matter?  Thunder softly here. Priest. 
Phaat is de matter Joy?  Sir Tim. 
O Nuncle! here have been Devils and Witches: They have flown away with our Candles, and put us in fear of our lives.  Thunder and Lighten. Tom. Sha. 
Here's a great Storm Arising— what can be the matter! the Hags are at Warck by'r Lady, and they come to me byth' mass, I ha' gotten my brawd Sward: Ay●● mow 'em down, ged faith will I.  Priest. 
Be not afraid, I vill take a Caare, and I vill conjure down this Tempest fait an bee.  Thunders. Tom. Sha. 
Flesh that Thunder Clap shook the hawse, Candle burns blue too.  Sir Tim. 
Death, it goes out, what will become of us?  Tom. Sha. 
An the Witches come, by'r Lady Ayst mow 'em down with my brawd Sward I warrant o'— I have shot one Witch ●lying to Neeght already.  Enter M. Hargrave, M. Madge, and two Witches more; they mew and spit like Cats, and fly at 'em, and scratch 'em. Yo. Har. 
What's this! we are set upon by Cats.  Sir Tim. 
They are Witches in the shape of Cats, what shall we do?  Priest. 
Phaat will I do? Cat, Cat, Cat, Oh, oh.  
Conjuro vos fugite, fugite. Cacodaem●nes, Cats, Cats.  They Scratch all their Faces till the Blood runs about 'em. He cuts at them. Tom. Sha. 
Have at ye all, I ha' Mauld some of 'em byth' mass, they are fled, but I am plagneily scratched.  The Witches screek and run away. Priest. 
Dey ware afraid of my Charms, and the sign of de Cross did make dem fly— but d●y have scratched a great deal upon my faash for all daat.  Yo. Har. 
Mine is all of a gore blood.  Sir Tim. 
And mine too— that th●s● damned Witches should disfigure my Countenance upon my Wedding day.  Yo. Har. 
O Lord, what a Tempest's this?  Thunder▪ Enter Sir Jeffery with a Light. Sir jeff. 
Heaven! What a Storm is this! The Witches and all their Imps are at work. Who are these? hah!— your Faces are all bloody.  Sir Tim. 
We have been frighted out of our Wits; we have been assaulted by Witches in the shape of Cats, and they have scratched us most ruefully.  Priest. 
But I did fright dem away, by my Shoule.  Sir jeff. 
Why you are as much mauled as any one, nay, they are at work— I never remember such Thunder and Lightning; bid 'em ring out all the Bells at the Church.  Priest. 
I vill 
* Wier: praest. Daem. lib. 1. p. 43. and 44. shows, that it is the opinion of Papists, that Baptised Bells will drive away Tempests, see also Guacc. compend. malisiearum. lib. 3. cap. 6.  Baptise all your Bells for you Joy, and then they vill stop the Tempest indeed, and not before; I tell you, oh, Baptised Bells are braave things fait.  Tom. Sha. 
Flesh, Christen Bells!  Sir Tim. 
Yes, I believe the great Bell at Oxford was Christened Tom.  Yo. Har. 
And that at Lincoln has a Christen name too.  Priest. 
I tell de Joy, I vill carry the hosht and shome relics abroad, and we vill get a black Chicken and maak one of the Vitches throw it into de Air, and it vill maak stop upon the Tempest.  Sir jeff. 
Why, all the Authors say, 
* Nider in formicario citys this from a Judge, who had it from the confession of a Witch. cap. 4.  sacrificing a black Chicken so, will raise a Tempest.  Tho. Sha. 
What's here a hand! uds Flesh, you see I have cut off a hand of one of the Hags.  Sir jeff. 
Let's see, this is a lucky evidence; keep it and see what Witch it will fit, and 'tis enough to hang her.  Priest. 
The Storm begins to stay; I did shay shome Aves, and part of de Gospd of St. john, and in fine, fugiat Tempestas, and it does go away upon it indeed.  Tho. Sha. 
We may trace her by her Blood.  Sir Tim. 
But hark you, What's the reason my Hawks wanted their Pigeons: uds bud I shall remember you for it; you think to live like a Lubber here and do nothing.  Tom. Sha. 
Peace, I was drunken, peace good Sir Timothy, Ayst do no more so.  Sir jeff. 
Methinks all on a sudden the Storm is laid.  Enter Servant. Seru. 
Sir, the Constable and the rest of us have taken the whole flock of Witches: but they fell upon us like Cats first; but we have beaten 'em into Witches, and now we have 'em fast.  Sir jeff. 
So now, their Power's gone when they are taken, let's go see 'em.  Yo. Har. 
I'll wash my face and away a Hawking, now the Storm's over, 'tis broad day.  Sir Tim. 
I will call up Sir Edward; Music, and wake the two Brides with a Serenade this morning.  Ex. Omnia. Enter Sir Edward and his man with a Light. Sir Edw. 
It has been a dreadful Storm, and strangely laid o'th' sudden, this is a joyful day to me: I am now in hopes to strengthen and preserve my Family— my poor Daughter has the worst on't, but she is discreet; and will mould Sir Timothy to what she pleases: he is good nature, ●, and he loves her, and his Estate's beyond Exception.— Go call my Son to me, bid him rise, 'tis day, put out the Candle now. Ex. Servant. This Son, I out of Duty must provide for; for there's a Duty from a Father to make what he begets as happy as he can; and yet this Fool makes me unhappy as he can: but that I call Philosophy to my aid, I could not bear him.  Enter Young Harfort and Servant. 
How now, your Face scrached! what were you drunk last night, and have been at Cuffs?  Yo. Har. 
No, Sir Timothy, I, and Tegue O Devilly, and Tom. Shaklehead were assaulted by Witches in the Shapes of Cats; and Tom. Shaklehead has cut off one of the Cat's hands; and all the Witches are taken, and are in the Stable under a strong Guard.  Sir Edw. 
What foolish wild story is this? you have been drunk in Ale, that makes such foggy Dreams.  Yo. Har. 
Sbud Sir, the story is true, you'll find it so.  Sir Edw. 
How now! what makes you booted upon your Wedding-day?  Yo. Har. 
Why, I am going a Hawking this morning, and I'll come home time enough to be married.  Sir Edw. 
Thou most incorrigible Ass, whom no precept or example can teach common sense to, that would have made thee full of Joy at thy approaching happiness; it would have filled thy mind, there could have been no room for any other object; to have a good Estate settled upon thee, and to be married to a woman of that Beauty, and that Wit and Wisdom, I have not known her equal, would have transported any one but such a clod of Earth as thou art: thou art an excrement broken from me, not my Son.  Yo. Har. 
Why Sir, I am transported; but can't one be transported with Hawking too? I love it as I love my life, would you have a Gentleman neglect his sports?  Sir Edw. 
None but the vilest men will make their sports their business; their books, their friends, their kindred and their country should concern 'em: such drones serve not the ends of their Creation, and should be lopped of from the rest of men.  Yo. Har. 
A man had better die than leave his sport; tell me of books, I think there's nothing in 'em for my part; and for Music I had as live set in the stocks, as hear your fine songs; I love a Bagpipe well enough, but there's no Music like a ●●eep Mouthed Hound.  Sir Edw. 
Thou most excessive blockhead, thou art enough to embitter all my sweets; thou art a Wen belonging to me, and I shall do well to cut thee off: but do you hear Fool, go and dress yourself, and wait upon your Bride, or by Heaven I will disinherit you. This is the Critical day, on which your happiness or misery depends; Think on that.  Ex. Sir Edward. Yo. Har. 
Was ever so devilish a Father to make one neglect one's sport, because he's no sports-man himself; A Pox on Marrying, could not I Hawk and Marry too? well I am resolved I'll steal out after I am Married.  Enter Sir Timothy and Music. Sir Tim. 
Come on: Place yourselves just by her Chamber and play— and sing that Song I love so well.  Song. 
My Dear, my sweet, and most delicious Bride  
Awake, and see thine own Dear waiting at thy Door;  
Surely she cannot sleep for thinking of me, poor Rogue.  Isabella 
above. Who's this disturbs my rest! is it thou? I thought 'twas some Impertinent Coxcomb or other; dost thou hear, carry away that scurvy Face from me as soon as possibly thou canst.  Sir Tim. 
Well, you have a pleasant way with you, you'll never leave your pretty humours, I see that.  Isab. 
Ha! Thou hast been scratching with Wenches, was not thy face ugly enough, but thou must disfigure it more than Nature has done? one would have thought that had done't enough.  Sir Tim. 
Faith thou art a pretty wag, Thou It never leave thy Roguery; Wenches, why 'twas done by Witches, who in the shape of Cats, had like to have killed us: your Brother, my Uncle, and the Irish man are all as bad as I.  Isab. 
Prithee begone, and mend thy Face, I cannot bear it.  Sir Tim. 
Ay, ay, it's no matter, I'll come into thy Chamber, I must be familiar with you—  Isab. 
And I will be very free with you; you are a Nauseous Fool and you shall never come into my Chamber. ●S life, would your begin you Reign before you are Married? no, I'll domineer now— begone.  Ex. Isabella. Sir Tim. 
Nay, faith I'll not leave you so, you little Cross Rogue you; open the door there, let me in, let me in I say.  Theodosia comes out in a Weitches' habit and a Viz●r. Theo. 
Who's that? Thou art my love, come into my arms.  Sir Tim. 
Oh the Witch! the Witch! help,  He runs out, Theodosia retires. Enter Sir jeffery, Lady, Tegue O Devilly, Tom. Shacklehead, Clod, and Sir jefferies' Clerk. Sir jeff. 
So, Now thou art come, my Dear, I'll dispatch the Witches, they are all taken and Guarded in the stable: Clod, bid 'em bring 'em all hither.  La. Sha. 
That's well, are they caught? let 'em come before us, we will order 'em.  Sir jeff. 
I would do nothing without thee my Dear.  Priest. 
Here Lady Taake some 
1 Mall. Malif. Institor Springer, Part 3. Quest 15. A caution to the Judges, Secum deferant sal exercizatum in Dominica die palmarum & herbas benedictas, He enim res insimul cum cera benedicta in voluta & in collo deporta●a, etc. miram habent efficatiam, etc. [I have made my Irish man translate the Latin false on purpose.  Conjured shalt and put upon dee and palm, and shome Holy-Wax daat I did bring for dish occaasion, and the Witches will not hurt die Laadyship.  La. Sha. 
Thank you Sir.  Priest. 
I did give die Husband shome before Joy, but I will speak a word unto you all, let every one 
2 For spitting in their Bosoms, see Tibullus, Eleg. 2. Ter Cano ter dictis desp●e carminibus.] And in Eleg. 1. Despuit in molles & sibi quisque sinus. This Theocritik mentions, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, and several other Authors, particularly Theophrastus' libro de characterismis, speaking of superstitious persons: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, for they thought they that were mad, or bade the Falling-sickness, were possessed with Devils.  spit three times upon deir Boshomes, and Cross d●mselves, it is braave upon does occaasion.  Sir jeff. 
It shall be done.  They all do it. Priest. 
Daat is very well now.  
Let no Vitch 
3 Mal. Mallif. part 3. quest. 15. Non permittant se ab ea tangi corporaliter. Id. 〈◊〉. Et si comode fieri potest ipsa a tergo deorsu●● vertendo adiudices & assessores introducatur.  touch no part about you, and let 'em come vid deir Arshes before deir Faashes, phen they come to Confession or Examinaation. We have eyebiting Witches in Eerland▪ that kill vid deir Countenance.  Sir jeff. 
This is a very Learned and Wise man.  La. Sha. 
He is a great man indeed, we are nothing to him.  Priest. 
You vill she now, now I will speak unto dem, here they come; I shay bring their Arshes before deir Faashes.  They enter with the Witches. Tom. Sha. 
Bring 'em backward, thus.  Sir jeff. 
You Clod, and you Tom. Shacklehead have sworn sufficiently against the Witch Spencer, and so has that Country Fellow.  M. Spen. 
I am an Innocent Woman, and they have broken my arm with a shot, Rogues, Villains, Murderers.  Priest. 
Dey are angry, daat is a certain sign of a Vitch; and they cannot cry, 
4 Boain and several Authors mention this; but Mal. Malef. particularly Part 3. Quest. 15. p. 557. Hoc enim pro certissimo signo, etc. quod etiamsi ad Lacrimandum conjurationibus hortetur aliqua & compellatur (and the Inquisitors have an Office for this, as you will see in the Flagellum daemonum per Fr. jeron, Menguem. in the 2. Tom of Mal. Malef.) sed si Malefica existit Lachrymas emittere non potest, dabit quidem flebiles & ex sputo genas & oculos linire etc. Having of Biggs and Teats all modern Witchmongers in England affirm. The cutting off the hand is an old story.  daat is another shine; look to 'em they do not put spital upon deir Faashes to make belief daat they do weep: Yet Bodin dosh shay, daat a Vitch can cry three drops vid her right Eye, I tell you.  Sir jeff. 
Have you searched 'em all as I bid you Woman?  Woman. 
Yes an't please your Worship, and they have all great Biggs and Teates in many parts, except Mother Madge, and hers are but small ones.  La. Sha. 
It is enough, make their Mittimus, and send 'em all to Goal.  Witches. 
I am Innocent, I am Innocent,  
Save my life, I am no Witch,  
I am Innocent, save my life.  Priest. 
Venus they do shay they are Innocent, and deshire to shave deir lives, 'tis a shertain shigne of a Vitch fait and trot.  Woman. 
Besides, this Woman Margaret Demdike by name, threatened to be revenged on me, and my Cow has been sucked dry ever since, and my Child has had fits.  M. Demd. 
She lies, she lies, I am Innocent.  Tom. Sha. 
This is she that had a hand cut off, it fits her to a hair.  Sir jeff. 
'tis enough: 'tis enough.  M. Harg. 
Must I be hanged for having my hand cut off? I am Innocent, I am Innocent.  Constak. 
Did not you say to my Wife you would be revenged on me? and has not she been struck with pain in her rump-bone ever since? and did not my Sow cast her farrow last Night?  Harg. 
You should send your Brother to Goal for cutting my hand off.  Tom. Sha. 
What for cutting a Cat's hand off? you were a Cat when I cut it off.  Tho. O. George's. 
An't please your Worship this Woman, Gammer Dickinson, Who threped: and threped, and awe to becawed me last Neeght i'th' Loan, and who said he would be revenged on me; and this Morning at four a Clock Butter would not come, nor the Ale warck a bit, who has bewitched it.  Sir jeff. 
I have heard enough, send 'em all to the Goal.  La. Sha. 
You must never give a Witch any Milk, Butter, Cheese, or any thing that comes from the Cows.  Priest. 
Now dou damned Vitch, I vill be after sheeing dee hanged indeed, I did take her by my shoule—  Dick. 
I am a poor Innocent Woman, I am abused, and I am his wife an't please your worship: He had knowledge of me in a Room in the Gallery, and did promise me Marriage.  Sir jeff. 
Ha! what's this?  Priest. 
By my Shalvaation I am innocent as the Child unborn, I speak it before Heaven, I did never make fornicaation in my life. Aside. Vid my Nostrils: dear is a mental reservaation, I am too subtle for dem, indeed gra. To them. It is malice upon me.  La. Sha. 
There is something in this story, but I dare not speak of it.  Sir jeff. 
I do believe you Mr. O Devilly.  Dicken. 
Besides, he is a Popish Priest.  Priest. 
Aboo, boo, boo, a Priest, I vill take the Odes Fait and trot; I did never take. Holy Orders since I was boar. Aside. In jamaica. Dere is another Mental reservaation too; and it is Lawful.  Constab. 
Indeed Sir, I have been told he is a Popish Priest, and has been at Rome.  Priest. 
I speak it in the presence of all de Saints, daat I never did see Rome in all my life, Vid de eyes of a Lion, Aside. Dere was another by my shoule.  Sir jeff. 
Take away the Witches, there is their Mittimus, carry 'em all to Lancaster. Witches. I am Innocent, I am Innocent.  Constab. 
Come on you Hags, now your Master the Devil has left you.  Ex. Const. and Witches. Sir jeff. 
Sir you must excuse me, I must give you the Oaths upon this Information.  Priest. 
And by my shoule Joy, I will taak dem and twenty or thirty more Odes if dou dost please indeed, I vill take 'em all to serve dee, Fait and Trot.  Sir jeff. 
Come into the Hall, there's the Statute Book.  La. Sha. 
I will go in and see if the Brides be Ready.  Enter Sir Edward, Bellfort and Doubty. Sir Edw. 
Gentlemen, This day I am to do the great Duty of a Father in providing for the Settlement of my Children; this day we will dedicate to Mirth, I hope you will partake with me in my Joy.  Bell. 
I should have had a greater share in any Joy that could affect so worthy a man, had not your Daughter been the only Person, I ever saw, whom I could have fixed my love upon; but I am unhappy that I had not the honour to know you till it was to late.  Sir Edw. 
This had been a great honour to me, and my Daughter, and I am sorry I did not know it sooner, and assure you it is some trouble upon me.  Doubt. 
How like a Gentleman he takes it, but I have an Ass, Nay two, to deal with.  Enter Lady Shacklehead, and Isabel, and Theodosia. La. Sha. 
Good morrow Brother, our brace of Brides are ready, where are the lusty Bridegrooms?  Sir Edw. 
Heaven grant this may prove a happy day.  La. Sha. 
Mr. Doubty, was ever such an unlucky Night as we have had.  Doubt. 
'Tis happy to me who was assured of the love of one, I love much more than all the Joys on Earth.  La. Sha. 
Now you make me blush, I swear it is a little too much.  Bell. 
Ladies, I wish you much joy of this day.  Doubt. 
Much happiness to you.  Enter Sir jeffery, and Tegue O Devilly. Sir jeff. 
Brother, good morrow to you; This is a happy day, our families will soon be one: I have sent all the Witches to the Goal.  Sir Edw. 
Had you Evidence enough?  Sir jeff. 
Ay, too much; this Gentleman was accused for being a Papist and a Priest, and I have given him the Oaths, and my Certificate, and on my Conscience he is a very good Protestant.  Priest. 
It is no matter, I did taak the Odes, and I am a very good Protestant upon occasion, Fait.  Sir Edw. 
Say you so? between you and I, how many Sacraments are there?  Priest, 
How many? by my shoule dear are sheven; how many would would dear be ●ink you Hob? by my shoule I have a dispensaation, indeed I am t●o 〈◊〉 for 'em fait I am.  Aside. Sir Edw. 
So here are the Bridegrooms.  Enter Sir Timothy, and Yo. Harfort, Servant. Sir Tim. 
Oh my Dear pretty Bride, let me kiss thy hand, how joyful am I, that I shall have my Dear within these arms! ah! now the little Rogue can smile upon me.  Yo. Har. 
Cousin good morrow to you, I am glad to see you, how do you do this Morning?  Theo. 
Never better.  Yo. Har. 
God be thanked, I am very glad on't.  Sir Edw. 
Is not the Parson come yet?  Seru. 
Yes Sir, he is very busy at his Breakfast in the buttery: And as soon as he has finished his Pipe and his Tankard— he will wait on you: he has Married one Couple already, The Chaplin and Mrs. Susan.  Sir Edw. 
How!  Seru. 
'Tis true.  Sir Edw. 
I am sorry for't, that Chaplin is a Rascal— I have found him out, and will turn him away—  Enter another Servant. Seru. 
Sir, here are some of your Tenants and Country men come to be merry with you, and have brought their Piper and desire to dance before you.  Enter several Tenants, and Ccuntry Fellows. Tenants. 
We are come to wish your Worship, my Young Master and Lady Joy of this happy day.  Sir Edw. 
You are kindly welcome Neighbours, this is happiness indeed, to see my Friends, and all my loving Neighbours thus about me.  All. 
Heavens bless your good Worship.  Sir Edw. 
These honest men are the strength and sinews of our Country; such men as these are uncorrupted, and while they stand to us we fear no Papists, nor French invasion; this day we will be merry together.  Clod. 
Ayst make bold to Dance for joy.  Sir Edw. 
Prithee do— Clod Dances. Go bid the Parson come in, we will dispatch this business here before you all.  Isab. 
Hold, there needs no Parson.  Sir Edw. 
What say you?  Sir jeff. 
How!  Isab. 
We are Married already, and desire your blessing.  Sir Edw. 
It is impossible.  Bell. Doubt. Isab. and Theo. kneel. La. Sha. 
Heaven! what's this I see?  Sir jeff. 
Theives! Robbers! Murderers of my honour, I'll hang that Fellow.  Sir Edw. 
What pageantry is this? explain yourself.  Sir Tim. 
What a Devil do they mean now!  Bell. 
The truth is Sir, we are Married; we found you Fathers were too far engaged to break off: I 〈◊〉 forced us to this way, and nothing else can be a fit excuse.  Smerk. 
We have designed this ever since last Summer, and any other but a private way, had certainly prevented it. Let excess of love excuse our fault, Sir jeffery, I will exceed what s●tlement was made upon your Daughter.  Bell. 
An! I will, Sir, do the same Right to yours.  Sir jeff. 
Flesh and Heart— I'll Murder her.  〈◊〉 
Hold Sir, she is mine now; I beseech you moderate your passion.  La. Sha. 
Oh vile Creature; I'll tear her Eyes out.  〈◊〉 
Forbear good Madam: What cannot be redressed must be passed by—  La. Sha. 
Thou worst of Theives, thou knowest I can ne'er pass it by.  Sir jeff. 
Sir Edward, you may do what you will, but I'll go in and meditate revenge.  La. Sha. 
And I—  Ex. Sir jeffery and Lady. Sir Tim. 
Hold, hold me, I am bloody minded, and shall commit Murder else; my honour, my honour, I must kill him, hold me fast, or I shall kill him.  Yo. Har. 
For my part Cousin, I wish you Joy, for I am resolved to hunt and hawk, and course as long as I live—  Sir Tim. 
Cruel Woman, I did not think you would have served me so; I shall ●un mad, and hang myself and walk.  Priest. 
Now phaar is de soleedity of all dish— fie all is paasht▪ and what vil you say now? You must taak shome Consolaation unto you— Dou must Fornicaate vid dy Moders Maid sharvants; and daat is all one by my shoule.  Sir Edw. 
Hold, Gentlemen, who Married you?  Bell. 
This Gentleman, who is under his gray Coat, my Parson.  Sir Edw. 
'Tis something unhospitable.  Bell. 
I hope Sir, you'll not have cause to repent it; had there been any other way for me to have escaped perpetual misery, I had not taken this.  Sir Edw. 
But you Sir have most Injured me.  Doubt. 
I beg a thousand pardons, Tho' I must have perished if I had not done it.  Theo. 
It is no injury Sir, I never could have loved your Son; we must have been unhappy.  Isab. 
And I had been miserable with Sir Timothy.  Yo. Har. 
To say truth, I did not much care for her neither, I had rather not marry.  Sir Edw. 
Eternal Blockhead! I will have other means to preserve my Name: Gentlemen, your are men of ample Fortunes and worthy Families— Sir I wish you happiness with my Daughter, take her.  Bell. 
You have given me more than my own Father did, than life and fortune.  Isab. 
You are the best of Fathers and of men.  Sir Edw. 
I will endeavour to appease Sir jeffery and my Lady.  Doubt. 
Your are Generous beyond expression Sir.  Enter Chaplin and Susan. Chaplin. 
Sir, I hope your Worship will pardon me, I am Married to Mrs. Susan.  Sir Edw. 
You are a Villain, that has made love to my Daughter, and corrupted my Son.  Chap. 
Have they told all, I am ruined? good Sir, continue me your Chaplin, and I will Do and Preach whatever you command me.  Sir Edw. 
I'll not have a Divine with so flexible a Conscience, there shall be no such Vipers in my Family; I will take care you never shall have Orders. But she has served me well, and I will give her a Farm of 40. l. per annum to Blow: Go Sir, it was an Office you were born to.  Priest. 
Did I not bid de Fornicaate? and dou didst Marry Joy; if dou hadst not maked Marriage, I vould have maked d'ye a Catholic, and preferred dee to Saint Omers, Dey should have bred d'ye for one of deir Witnesses fait.  Enter a Messenger. Mess. 
I must beg your pardon Sir, I have a warrant against this Kelly, Alias Tegue O Devilly— he is accused for being in the Plot.  Sir Edw. 
My house is no refuge for Traitors Sir.  Priest. 
Aboo, boo, boo! by my shalvaation dear is no Plot, and I vill not go vid you. Dou art a damned Fanaatick, if dou dost shay dear is a Plot. Dou art a presbyterian Dog.  Mess. 
No striving, come a long with me.  Priest. 
Phaat vil I do: I am Innocent as the Child dat is to be Born; and if they vill●hang me, I vill be a shaint indeed. My hanging Speech was made for me, long a go by de jesuits, and I have it ready, and I vill live and die by it, by my shoule.  Mess. 
Gentlemen, I charge you in the King's Name assist me.  Sir Edw. 
Come Gentlemen, I wish you both the happiness you deserve.  
How shallow is our foresight and our prudence!  
Be ne'er so wise, design what e'er we will  
There is a Fate that overrules us still.  
FINIS   

EPILOGUE, By Mrs. BARRY and TEGUE.  Mrs. Barry. 
A Skilful Mistress uses wondrous Art,  
To keep a pevish crazy Lover's Heart,  
His awkward Limbs forgetful of Delights,  
Must be urged on by Tricks and Painful Nights:  
Which the poor Creature is content to bear,  
Fine Manteau's and new Petticoats to wear.  
And Sirs, your sickly Appetites to raise,  
Yhe starving Players try a thousand ways.  
Tou had a Spanish Friar of Intrigue,  
And now we have presented you a Tegue;  
Which with much cost from Ireland we have got,  
If he be dull, e'en hang him for the Plot.  Tegue. 
Now have a care, for by my Shoul shalwaation.  
Dish vill offend a Party in de Naation.  Mrs. Barry. 
They that are angry must be very Beasts,  
For all Religions laugh at foolish Priests.  Tegue. 
By Christ, I swear, the Poet has undone me,  
Some simple Tory vill make beat upon me.  Mrs. Barry. 
Good Protestants, I hope you will not see,  
A Martyr made of our poor Tony Leigh.  
Our Popes and Friars on one side offend,  
And yet alas the City's not our Friend:  
The City neither like us nor our Wit.  
They say their Wives learn ogling in the Pit. 
* A foolish word amongthe Canters for glancing.   
They're from the Boxes taught to make advances,  
To answer stolen Sighs and naughty Glances.  
We Virtuous Ladies some new way must seek,  
For all conspire our playing Trade to break.  
If the bold Poet freely shows his Vein,  
In every place the snarling tops complain,  
Of your gross follies if you will not hear,  
With inoffensive Nonsense you must bear.  
You, like the Husband, never shall receive,  
Half the delight the sportful Wife can give.  
A Poet dares not whip this foolish Age,  
You cannot bear the Physic of the Stage.  
The End.