A- T^ ^y THE POETRY WITCHCRAFT ILLUSTRATED BY COPIES OK THE 3^Iap0 on tbe aanca0l)ire WAitt\its BY HEYWOOl) AND SHADWELL. IlEI'llINTED rNDEIl THE DIUECTION OP JA}fES (). ll.tLLI iri:LL, h'SQ., F.Il.S., Sfc. UlilX'I'ON HI 1,1.; iJnntcti for iJiitjatc tiTurulauon onlu. M.OCt'C.LIII. [The impresulou of thin Work is ntrictlj/ limited to Ei(/hty Copies?^ E. ICCKEK, PKINTEE, PEBRl'S PLACE, OXPOKD STREET. THE Lancashire Witches A N 1) CeguE MiMlg tlje 3JnsI) ^tit5t. COMEDY ACTKD AT THE DUKE'S THEATER. Written hy TJ/0. SUA DWELL. Nihilo (/nil' sunt inctmnitUt inaijlx i/iiam Quee puvri in tcmbrin pavilant, Jiiiyiiiilq, J'uturu. LONDON: Printed for John Slarki-i/ at the Miter in Flcclslretl near Templv-liarr. MUCLXXXII. bAVlA BAHUAK* 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 politicks, 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 WTiting of an intire Comedy (wherein the Poet must have a rehsh of the present time), and therefore I resolved to make as good an entertainment as I coidd, without tying my self up to the strict niles of a Comedy, which was the reason of my introducing of Witches. Yet I will be bold to atHrm that young Hartfort, Sir Timothy, Sini-rk, and Tcgue Dii-cUy are true comical characters, and have something new in 'em. And how any of these (the scene being laid in LtmcdNhirv) could offend any party here, but that of Papists, I could not imagine, till I heard that great opposition was design'd against the Play (a month before it was acted) by a party who (being asliamed to say it was for the sake of the Irish Priest) pretended that I had written a satyr upon the Church of Enyland, and several profest Papists railed at it violently, before they had seen it, alledging that for a reason, such dear friends they are to oiu" Church. And (notwithstanding all was ])ut out that could any way be wrested to an offence against the Cluuch) yet they came with the greatest malice in the world to liiss it, and many that call'd themselves Protestants, jojii'd 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 j\ist as I first writ it ; and TO THE READER. all that was expunged is printed in the Ilalick letter. All the difference is, that I have now ordained Swcrk, 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) liccnc'd 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. l?ut, for all this they came resohed 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 \\ onderful 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 quash'd all the vain attempts of my enemies, the inconsiderable })arty of hissers yielded, and the Play lived in spight 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 Juhiisoii, 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 the contrary. And I am well assured that no learned, or wise divine- of the church wOl 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 lively-hood, ex])osed for his folly, and knavery, and e.Npc^llcd tiie family) should concern, or reflect upon the church of England, do sulliciciitly abuse it. A foolish lord or knight. TO THE READER. is daily represented ; nor are there any so silly to believe it an abuse to theii" order. Should Thompson, or Mason, or any impudent hot- headed tantivy fool be e.xposed, I am confident that the sober and the wise divines of the church will be so far from thinking themselves concern'd in it, that they detest them as nmcli as I do. \or should any of the Irish nation think themselves concern'd but Kelli/ (one of the murderers of Sir Edmund-Bury Godfrey) which I make to be his feign'd name, and Tt'(/ue O Dio?!!// 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 adjoyning countv, 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 thought to do so. But the clamoiirs 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 tlic I'lay was against the government of England. \\ liieh are villanits 1 abhor, and some of the reporters 1 believe woulil not stick at. Hut 1 am well assured they did not believe themselves, only (out of malice to nic) thought if they could bring the report to ^^'indsor (which tluv did) by that means to cause the silencing the Play, without fartlier 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 tlie actors who rehears'd it so a fortnight together, before it was reviewed, may testifie. For the magical part I had no liupcs of etpialliMg Sliakespcar in fancy, who created his witchcraft for tlu' most part out of his own TO THE READER. imagination, (in which faculty no man ever excell'd liim), and therefore I resolved to take mine from authority. And to tliat end, there is not one action in the Play, nay, scarce a word concerning it, but is borrowed from some antient, 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. Eor my part I am (as it is said of Sm'ly, in the Alchymist), somewhat cotive of belief. The evidences I have represented are natural, viz., slight, and frivolous, such as poor old women were wont to be hang'd upon. For the actions, if I had not represented them as those of real Witches, but had show'd the ignorance, fear, melancholy, malice, confederacy, and imposture that contri))ute to the belief of witchcraft, the people had wanted diversion, and there had been another clamor against it ; it woidd have been called atheistical, by a prevailing party who take it ill that the power of the Devil should be lessen'd, 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, the Witches being the Devil's clergy, their charms upon several occasions being so many offices of the Witches liturgy to him,) and attended with as many ceremonies as even the jjopish religion is, 'tis remarkable that the church of the Devil (if I may catachi'estically call it so) has continued almost the same, from their first writers on this subject to the last. From Theocritus his Pharmaceutria, to Sadducisnuis Triumphatus ; and to the shame of divines, the church of Christ has been in perpetual alteration, lint 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 yon too long ; speak of the Plnv as vou find it. — y — PROLOGUE. ^ril Poet once resolv'd to quit tlic Stage, But seeing what slight Plays stUl please the 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, All favUts but of good writing you can bear. The common eyes all paintings please alike, Signs arc as good to thtui as pieces of Vundikc. Our Author honours th' understanding fiw ; And from the many he appeals to you -. For (tho' in interest most should judge ! ) 'Tis fit There shoidd an oligarchy be in wit : False wit is now the most pernicious weed, ^ Rank and o'ergrown and all run up to seed. • In knavish politicks nmch of it's employ'd, With nasty spurious stuff the town is cloy'd ; \Miich dayly from the teeming press y'have found. But true wit seems in magick fetters bound. Like s])rights which conjurers' circles d.. surromid. The Age's sores nuist rankle farther when It cannot bear the cauterizing l)en : When Satyr the true medicine is declin'd. What hope of cure can our corruptions find ? 10 PROLOGUE. If the Poet's cml only to please must be, Juglers, Rope-dancers, are as good as he. Instruction is an honest Poet's aim, And not a large or wide, but a good Fame. But he has fomid long since this would not do, And tlierefore thought to have deserted you : But poets and young girls l)y no mishaps Are warn'd, those danniing fright not, nor these claps. Their former itch will, spite of all, ]3erswade. And both will fall again to their old trade : Our Poet says, that some resolve in spite To damn, tho' good, whatever he shall write. He fears not such as right or wTong o])pose. He SAvears, in sence, his friends out-weigh siu-h foes. He cares not nuich whether he sink or swim, He will not suffer, but we shall for him. We then are your Petitioners to-day, -\ Yoiu" charity for this crippled piece we pray : > We are only losers if you damn the play. ^ '1 11 — DUAMATIS PERSON.E. .S7/- EJiairJ Jl/irtforl, a worthy hospitable true English Gcntkinaii, of good uiKkTstanding, and honest principles. Yoinif/ Jlarlfurt, his tSon, a clownish, sordid, Country Fool, that loves nothing but drinking ale, and coinitry sports. Sir Jffcn/ Sliacklehcfid, a simple Justice, [jretending to great skill in Witches, and a great persecutor of them. Sir Timothi/ Sliadhlwad, Sir Jeftery's Son, a very jjcrt, confident, simple Fellow, bred at Oxford, and the Inns of Coiu-t. Tom. Shudli-h-ad, Sir Jeft'ery's poor Younger Rrotlu'r, an luiuible conijjanion, and led : drinker in the country. Snwrk, Ciiaplain to Sir Edward, foolish, knavish, popish, arrogant. insolent ; yet for his interest, >!avish. 7'/Y///e Dicclli/, the Irish Priest, an equal mixture of fool and knaviv lirllforf. I Two Yorkshire Gentlinicn of good estates, well lircd. hitiifjii/, ( and of good sense. hiihj Shmklchi'nd, Wife to Sir Jeffery, a notable discreet lady, some- thing inclined to wantonness. 77/rw/o.s/V/.l)aughtertoSir.1(ll'.ry.andLady, ( Women of good humour. ImljvUii. Daughter to Sir llduard llartt'ort, ( wit, and beauty. .SiiHuii, Housekeeper to Sir Hdward. Clod, a Country Fellow, a retainer to Sir Edward's family. Tlioinax G)-or(/fs, another Country Fellow. Constable. The Devil, Mother Iffirf/race, ^ .Motlur Dniidiki; M"l Sj,n,n-r, ^ Witches. Mcjther Dickcntioii, Mndf/i\ and several other ) Old Woman that searches them. Servants, Dancers, Musicians. Messenger, &e. Thk Scene in LANCASHIRE, near PENDLE-HILLS. THE LANCASHIRE AVITCIIES AND Cccjtic OJDi^Jtll^ tl)e imi) priest. ACT I. Enler Sir Edward Hartfoot and Smcrk. Smerk. Sir, give nie leave, as by duty bound, To let you know (though I am lately come Into your family) I have observ'd (For all your real courtesie, and seeming mirth Among your friends that visit you) a fixt And constant melancholy does possess you, Sir, When y'are alone ; and you seem not to relish The happiness your ample fortune, and The great esteem your worth has ever gain'd From all good men might give you : I am bound To incpiire the cause, and oH'er my advice. Sir Edw. Pray search no further, I, for once, can pardon ThS'//- Tim. Ods 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 tho', one would think. Isab. I am sorry the king bestowed honour so cheaply. Sir Tim. Nay, not so cheaply 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: Thu ! hum go too Isab. Was there ever so fulsom 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 ? woidd a nobleman sell you a sword ? ACT I.] TECiUE O DIVl'LLY llw Irish I'rir.sf. -n Sir Tim. Yes that they will, sell that or any thing else at court. 1 am sure he was a great coiu'tier, 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 don't know who, and discours'd with them, I protest and vow, as if tlu-y had been Christians. Isfib. Oh thou art a pretty fellow ; hey for little Tim of Lancasher. Sir Tii)i. You might give one one's title, one would think, I say again, cs])ecially one that loves you too. hub. Yes, I will give you your title. Sir Tim. Thank you, dear Cousin. \lh' offers to kiss her hand. She gives him a box on the ear. Isab. Take that, and yoiu* proper title, fool. Sir Tim. Fool I I defie you, I seom your words, 'tis a burning shame you should be so uncivil, that it is : little thinks my Lady Mother how I am used. Isab. Once for all, as a kinsman I will be civil to you ; hut if you dare make love to me, I'le make thee such an example, thou shalt be a terrour to all f(X)lish knights. Sir Tim. Foolish ! ha, ha, ha, that's a pretty jest ; why Iiant 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 yoii over for all this. Isab. Dost thou hear? thou most incorrigible lump, never to be lickt into form ; thou coxcomb incarnate; thou fresh, insipid, witless, mannerless knight, who wearest a knighthood worse than a haber- dasher of small wares would ; it serves but to make thy folly more eminent. Sir Tim. Well, well, forsooth, .somebody shall know this. Isab. Ever}' one that knows thee, knows it. Dost thou tliiiik, because thy foolish mother has cocker'd thee with morning cawdles 22 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. and afternoon luncheons, thou art fit to make love? I'le use thee like a dog if thou darest but speak once more of love, or name the word before me. Sir Tim. Mum, mum, no more to be said, I shall be heard some- where. "Will Your father maintain vou in these things, ha gentle- ■woman ? Imb. Tell if thou durst, I'le make thee tremble. Heart, if you ben't gone now presently, I'le beat you. \_Exit Sir- Tim. Enter Theodosia. Isuh. ]My dear, art thou come ! I have been just noAv tonnented by thy foolish brother's awkward com-tship ; forgive me that I make so bold ^nth him. Theo. Prethee do, my dear, I shall be as free ^nth thine, though he is not so great a plague, for he is bashful, very inchtterent, and for ought I perceive, to my great comfort, no lover at all : but mine is pert, foolish, confident, and on my conscience in love to boot. Imb. 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 hbei-ty, and property of choice. Theo. And faith, girl, I'le be a mutineer on thy side ; I hate the imposition of a husband, 'tis as bad as Popeiy. Isab. We will be husband and wife to one another, dear Theodosia. Theo. But there are a brace of sparks we saw at the Spaw, I am apt to believe wotdd forbid the banes if they were here. Isab. Belfort 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 Belfort, though he is too reasonable to force me to marrj- any one ; besides he is engaged, in honom', to your father. ACT I.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest 23 Theo. Nay, if thou tliiiikcst of sul)jcction stiU, or I either, we are in a desperate case : no, mutiny, mutiny, I say. Isab. And no money, no money will our fatliers say. Theo. If our lovers will not take us upon those terms, they are not worthy of us. If thoy will, farewell daddy, say I. Imb. 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 roniancy knights to take ladies with nothing ? I am scarce so vain, though I am a woman. I'heo. I would not live without vanity for the earth ; if every one could see their own faults, 'twould be a sad world. ^ Isab. Thou saist right, siu-e the world woidd be ahuost depopulated, ^ most men woidd hang themselves. Theo. Ay, and women too : is there any creatm-e so happy as yoiu- ^ affected lady, or conceited coxcomb ? «s^ Imb. I nuist 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 oiu- love. Theo. Come along, my dear. \_Ea\ Isabella raid Theodosia. Enter Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. What a pox is the matter? She has piss'd upon a nettle to-day, or else the witches have bewitched her. Ilah, now I talk of witches, I am plaguily afraid, and all alone : No, here's luuicli" Toma.'?. /:'///('/• Tho. Shacklchcad. Tho. Sha. How now, cousin? Sir Tim. Cousin? plain cousin? You might have more manners, I'ncle ; 's flesh, and one gives you an inch, you'l take an ell. I see famiharity breeds contempt. 24 Tlw LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. Tom. Sha. Well, Sir Timothy, then, by'r lady I thought no harm ; but I am your uucle I'le tell a that. Sir Tim. Yes, my father's younger brother. What a nnm-ain do we keep you for, but to have an eye over om* 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 bro\™ 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. Slid. Pray forgive me good cousin ; Sir Timothy, I mean. Sir Tim. Very well, you will be saucy again, uncle. Uds lud, 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 nicer younger brother, to forget it ! Tom Sha. Nay, nay, hand yee, yeou mun ta't in good part, I did but forget a bit, good Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. My mother woidd be in fine taking about it, and she knew it. Tom. Sha. Nay, pray now do not say ought to my lady, by th' mass who'l be e'en stark wood an who hears on't. But look a, h)ok a, here come th' caursers, the hare ha's play'd the dee'l with us to neeght, we han been aw bewitch'd. 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 Dcindike) to start up i'th' same pleck ! i'th'very spot o'grawnt where we losten puss ! ACT 1.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Prh-sf. Enter Sir Jeffcrj' Shacklehcad, Sir Edward Ilartfort, Youiic/ Ilartfoit, Chaplain, Clod, and other Servants. Sir Edic. Tlioso are prodigies you toll, they cannot be ; yoiir 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'le speak a proud word ; you .^liall \\\x\\ lue loose against any witch-finder in Europe ; I'd make an ass of Hopkins if he were alive. Youny liar. Nay, I'le swear 'tis true ; a pox on that awd carrion Mother Dcnulike, she ha's marr'd all our sports, and almost kill'd two brace of greyhounds worth a thousand pound. Sir Edic. Dreams, meer dreams of witches, old women's fables ; the devil's not such a fool as you would make him. Sir Jeff. Dreams ! mercy upon me ! are you so prophane to deny witches ? Siiierk. 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 itself. I see such simple parsons cannot endure to hear the devil dishonoured. Sir Jeff. No witches ! why I have hang'd above four.scoure. Read Rodin, Rfuiigius, Delrio, Nidcr, Iiistitor, y])reiiger, Godehuan, and More, anil Malleus Maleficarum, a gnat author, that writes sweetly about witches, vcrj* sweetly. Sir Edic. Malleus Maleficarum a writer ! He has read nothing but the titles, I see. Sir Jeff. Oh, a great man ! Malleus was a great man. Read, Cousin, read the antidote against atheism : well, I'le make work among your witches. 4 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. Yoiin(/ Ear. Ay, good Sir JefFeiy, do. Uds lud, tliey'l grow so bold one sha'nt go a cam-sing, hunting or hawking for 'em, one of these days ; and then all the joy of one's life's gone. Sir Edic. Why, are those all the joys of life ? Young Har. Ay godsflesh are they ; I'd not give a farthing to live without 'em. "What's a gentleman but his sports? Tho. Cha. Nay, by'r lady, I mmi 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. Ha 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. \Tlieg all go out as fo coursing ]\Iother Demdike rises out of the ground as theg re-enter. Sir Jeff. Now, Sir Edward, do you see, the hare is vanish' d, antl 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. Snierk. Avant, thou filthy hag, I defy thee and all thy works. Clod. This is wheint indeed, Su' ; 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 hang'd so many of 'em. ACT I.] .TEGUE DH'ELLY the huh Frienf. 27 Sir Jeff. Now, Tom Shacklcliead, and you Clod, lay hold o'th' witch quickly. Now you shall see my skill, wee'l search her; I warrant she has biggs or teats a handfid long about lior parts that shall be nameless ; then wee'l have her watched eight and forty hours, and prickt with needles, to keep her from sleeping, and make her confess : gad, shee'l confess any thing in the world then ; and if not, after all, wee'l tye 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 nuirder'd in my house. [Mother Demdike knocks down Tom Shacklcliead and Clod, and vanishes. Tom Sha. ") ^, , . , , , , ., , ^, , \ Oh, the witch I the devd ! Clod. ) Sir Jeff. How now, what's the matter? Tom Sha. Why l)y'r lady, the deel's i'th' matter, the old hag has knockt us both dawn, and is vanisht under grawnt I think. Sir Edtc. Your fear has knockt you down, and the old woman has cscap'd. 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 prethy. Sir Jeffery, let's home and drive these fables out of our heads, it's dark. Sir Jeff. Nay, I know how to deal with her : lie send my warrant and a constable witli't that is strong enough to beat six witches, ay, si.x the ablest witches on 'em all: you'd wonder at it, l)ut faith 'tis tnie. \_Exeunt Omnes. Mother Demdike re-e/ifers. Demd. Ila, ha, ha, how I have fooled these fellows ; let 'em go home and prate about it. This night wee'l revel in Sir Edwanl's cellar, and laugh at the justice. But to the business of the night. 28 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. She sings Come, Sister, come, why do you stay ? Om" business \vt11 not brook delay, » The owl is flo\Mi from the hollow oak. From lakes and bogs the toads do croak. The foxes bark, the screech-owl screams : Wolves howl, bats fly, and the faint beams Of glow-worms, light grows bright apace ; The stars are fled, the moon hides her face. '' The spindle now is turning round ; " jMandrakes are groaning under ground. "Tth' hole i'th' ditch (our nails have made), * Now all our images are laid. Of wax and wool, which we must ' prick With needles, urging to the quick. * Into the hole I'le pour a flood Of black lamb's bloud, to make all good. The lamb with nails and teeth wee'l tear. Come, where's the sacrifice ? — appear. Enter Mother Dickenson, Hargrave, I\Ial Spencer, and several other Witches, tcith a black lamb. Witches. 'Tis here. IJemd. \Miy are you all so tardy growni ? Must I the work perform alone ? Dicken. Be patient, ""Dame, wee'l aU obey. Dem. Como then to work, anon wee'l play. To yonder hall Our lord wee'l call, ACT I.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. IS) Sing, dance and eat, Play many a feat, And fright the justice and tlie squire, And phmgc the cattel into the mire. ( Thei/ tear the black laiii/j in pirves. But now to work. | ^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ ,^j^^^j .^^^^ ^/^^, j^^,^, ' 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. Dirkeii. ^ Here is some sea-sand I have gotten, Wniich tlius into the air I throw. Harff. Here's sage, that under ground was rotten. Which thus around me I bestow. Spencer Sticks on the bank across are laid. IFarf/. The hole by our navies is almost made : I log's bristles boyl within the pot. Dcmd. The hollow flint-stone I have got. Which I over my shoidder 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 downi from the sky. Not yet a storm ? ' Come let us wound The air with every dreadfid sound, And with live vipers beat the ground. [ Thi-if Ijeat the ground with vipers ; Ihvi) bark, lioirl, hiss, cry like screech-owls, hollow like owls, and make many confused noises : the storm begins. 30 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. Song, of three Parts. Now the winds roar, -\ And the skies pour > Down all their store. J If thunders and lightens. And now the night's black, ~\ Heark, how the clouds crack. > Ileark, how the clouds crack. J It thunders and lightens. A hollow din the woods now make, -\ The vaUies tremble, nioimtains shake, > And all the living crcatm-es quake. y It thunders and lightens. It keeps awake the sleepy fowl, > The saylers swear, the high seas xo\\\, > And all the frighted dogs do howl. ) It thunders and lightens. Demdike sjjeaks. Now to om- tasks let's all be gone, Our master we shall meet anon. Between the hom's of twelve and one. Theg all set up a laugh. Enter Clod, tdth a candle and lanthorn. Clod. Wliaw, what a storm is this ! I think Mother Demdike and all her dee'ls are abroad to-necght ; 'tis so dark too, I canno see my hont.* Oh, the Dee'l, the Dee'l;^ * OneoftheWitchesfiiesaicay help ! help ! this is Mother Demdike ; with the candle and lanthorn; help, s'flesh; what mun I do? I !■ Mother Demdike sets h III III canno get da\TO ; 'swa-mids ayst be clem'd an I stay here aw necght. j theg all fg atcag laughing. upon the top of a tree, and ACT I.] TEGUE DIVELLY ihe Irish Priest. 31 Enter Bcllfort and Doubty. Bell. Was there ever such a storm raised on a suddaiii, 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. Jiell. There 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. Bouht. Now philosophy help us to a little patience. Heaven be ]) raised we are not at sea yet. Bell. These troubles we knight -errants nuist endure when wf march in search of ladies. Bouht. Would we were in as good lodging as our dogs have wliicli we sent before to Whalley. I fear too (after all this device of yours) our pretending to hunt here will never take. Bell, ^^■lly so ? Boii/jt. Will any body think that a man in his right wits should cluisc this hilly countr}' to hunt in ? Bell. O, yes, there are huntsmen that think there's no sport without venturing necks or collar-bones ; besides, there is no other way to hojie to see our mistresses : by this means we shall troll out my mistress's l)rother, who loves and understands nothing but country sports. By that we may get aquaintance with Sir Edward Ilartfoot, who is reported to be a wise, honest, hospitable, tnie Englishman. And that will bring us into Sir Jeffery Shacklehead's family, Wlialley being in the mid-way betwixt them. Bouht. I am resolved to sec my mistress, whate'er comes on't, and know my doom. Your Yorkshire Spaw was a fatal jilaoe 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 off my loose corns of love upon a tenant's daughter 3^ The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. 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 shovild 'scape in all the torn- of France and Italy, where the sun has power to ripen love, and catch this dis- temper in the north ! but my Theodosia, in humour, wit and beauty, has no equal. Bell. Besides my Isabella. Doubt. To you yom* 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 inclosm-es 'tis impossible. Will no lucky fellow, of this place, come by and guide us ? We are out of all roads. Clod. Oh ! Oh ! what mun Ay do ? Ay am well neegh parisht : I nnm try to get dawn. [He /alls.'] Help, help ! nuu-der, mm-der ! Bell. What a devil is here ? a fellow fallen from the top of a tree ! Doubt. 'Sdeath, is this a night to climb in ? ^Aliat does this mean ? Clod. Oh ! Oh ! Bell. Here, who art thou ? What's the matter ? Clod. Oh the dee'l ; avaunt, I defy thee and aU thy warks. Doubt. Is he di-unk or mad ? Give me thy hand, I'le help thee. Clod. Bcgon, 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 weU if thou wilt guide us into it. Clod. An yeow been a mon ay'st talk wy ye a bit ; yeow mun tack a care o your' sells, the plec's haunted with buggarts, and witches : one of 'em took my condle and lanthora out of my hont, and flew along wy it ; and another set me o top o'th' tree, where I feel dawn naw ; ay ha well neegh brocken my theegh. ACT I.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Pnrst. 33 Doubt. The fellow's raad, I neither understand his words, nor his sence, prethee, how far is it to Whalley ? Clad. Why yeow are quite besaid th' road nion, yeow shoulden w gone dawn th' bonk by Thomas o Georges, and then cen at yate, and turn'd dawn th' lone, and left the ste(])o o'th' reeght hont. Hill. Prithee don't tell us what we should have done, but liow tar is it to ^^■halley ? Chid, ^^'hy marry four mail and a bit. Doubt. Wee'l give thee an angel and show us the way thither. Clod. ^larry that's whaint, I canno see my hont, haw con ay show yeow to Whalley to neeght. Bell. Canst thow show us to any house where we may have shelter and lodging to night ? ^^'e are gentlemen and strangers, and will pay you well for't. Clod. Ay, by'r Lady eon I, th' best bulging and diet too in aw Loncashire. Yonder at th' h(jugh whre yeow seen th' leeghts there. Doubt, ^^'hose house is that ? Clod. Why what a pox, where haii ynu lived ? why yeow are stron- gers indeed! Why 'tis Sir Yedard llartlbrt's, he keeps op])en hawse to all gentrj' ; yeou'l be welcome to him by day and by neeght : he's lord of aw lure abauts. Bell. My mistress's father. Lurk, if it be thy will, have at my Lsabella. Canst thou guide us thither? Clod. Ay, ay, there's a ])awer of company tiieiv uaw : Sir JeH'ery Shacklehead, and the knight his son, and doughter. Doidil. Lucky above my wishes! O my dear Theodosia, how ni\ heart leaps at her ! I'rethee guide us thither, wee'l ])ay thee well. Clod. Come on, 1 am e'n breed ant o my senses; I was ne'er so freeghten'd sin I was born. Give me yoiu' hont. Bi'll. No, here are our men and horses ; wee'l get up, and you sliall lead the formost : now, stars, be kind. \Ej:. Omiivx. 5 84 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. NOTES UPON THE MAGIC K. ' This is a solemn doscription of a fit time for mtches to be at work. •> The spintUe or wheel is used in their conjvu'ations. ^lartial makes it used for troubling the moon, lib. 9, Ep. 3 — " Quae nunc Thessalico hniam diducere rhoud)o," and lib. i, Ep. 07 — "Cum secta CochloLuna vapulat rhombo." Lucan, Avho of aU the poets writes with the most admirable height about witchcraft, in his sixth book, makes the wheel or spindle to be used in love matters — -"Traxemnt torti magica vertigine fill ;" as does Ovid, lib. 1, Eleg. 8 — "Sen bene quid gramen, quidtorto concita rhombo Licia," (frc. And so Propertius, hb. 3 — " Staminea rhombi ducitur ille rota." And lib. 2 — " Deficiunt magico torti sub carmine rhombi." " The groaning of mandi-akes is a tradition of old women, and that the groan kills. See the Notes in the Third Act. It has been always thought of great use in magick. '' Eor chasing ditches for their magick rites, Ovid, ]\Ietam. lib. 7, de Medea — " Hand procul egcsta scrobibus tellure duabus Sacra facit." Eor scraping holes with their nails, Horat. hb. 1, Satyr. 8, concerning Canidia and Sagana — "Scalpere terram unguibus." And it is used by om" modern MTitches, as you shall find in ^lallcus Maleficarum, Bodin, Remigius, Delrio, &c. Id. lib. 3 Disquisitionum Magicaruni, sect. 4, de sagittariis assassinis et imaginura fabricatorum maleficiis, tells many stories of their using 'images; he says, "Hand nndtura a sagittarhs discrepat genus maleficoruni, qui quasdam fabricantm' imagines quas vel acubus pungunt, vel igne liquant vel confrin- gmit," &:c. See Hect. Boeth. the History of King Duff, lib. 3 Rerum Scoticarum. ■ Corn. Tacit. Ann. i, de scelere Pisonis et morte Ger- nianici, says — " Reperiebantm- solo et parietibus erutae humanorum corjwrum rcliquia:', carmina et devotiones, et nomen Gernianici plumljeis tabulis insculptum, semiusti cineres et tabe obliti, aliaque ACT I.] TEGUE i)i\ ELLY the Irish Priest. 80 luakticia (jiiilms cirditur aiiimas .Xiiiiiiiiihus iiiferiii sacrari. Malleus Makticaruni, and Wierus are full of examples of using images in witchcraft, llor. lib. 1, Sat. 8, mentions both waxen and woolen images — "Lanea et ettigies crat altera ccrea," itc. Ovid Epist. Ilypsipyle to Jason — " Devovet absentes simidacraque ccrea fingit." Hor. 1;? Epod. — "Qua' movcre cerefis imagines." Ovid. Amor. 7, Eleg. 6 — " Sagave Punicca detixit nomina cera." 'Ovid. ibid. — " Et medium tenues in jecur urget acus." Id. V.\). Iielure tjuoted, following that verse — " Et miseruni tenues in j( cur urget acus." See Bodin. Da?monoman. lib. 2, cap. 8, a great deal of stuff to this j)urpose. One in my memory had this kind of witch- craft sworn against her at the Old-Bayley, l)efore Steel, Recorder of London. *■ llor. lib. 1, Satyr. 8, de Canidia et Sagana — " Pullam divellcre mordicus agnam coeperunt." Ovid, Metam. 7 — "Cultrosque in guttur velleris atri Conjecit et patulas perfundit sanguine fossas." '■ All witches, ancient and modem, are said to have one presiding at their (!onventions which they honour with a title. Apulcius men- tions the Regina sagarum ; and Delrio, L)is(|U. -Mag. lib. », (pia-st. D ; and this is found in all late examinations of witches. ' Dcl)er is said to be the da'mou of the night, that Hies about and does mischief, and principally in tempests, Pet. de Loyer de spectris, in Englisli, page 1 1. .And Rodin, 111), i, cap. 1, says, Deber is the da'inon of the night, and Clukb (jf the day. ' For their rites in their imaginary raising of storms, see Rod. lib. ii, cap. "-i ; Reinigius Dajmonolat. lib. i, caps. 25, 29 : also Delrio, lib. ii, (|ua'st. 1, enumerates a great many odd rites, ditferent from the following. For troubling the air, and I)ringing darkness, thunder, rain, hail, &c., see Nider, in his Formicarium, cap. I : Olaus de gcn- tibus septentrionalibus. lil). iii, sid) titulo de Magis ct Malttieis Finnorum : also Malleus Maleticarmn. Wierus de jjra-st. Da-m. 36 Tlie LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act i. lib. iii, cap. 1(5, dt'scril)es at large tlie way of raising a storm. Speaking of the illusions of the Devil towards witches, he says, " Ita- que eas instruit iit quaiidoque silices post tergum occidentena versus projiciant, aliquando ut arenam aquae torrentis in aream projiciant, plerumque scopas in ai- tions upon a short creed ; some twenty folios \\\)o\\ the Ten Com- mandments ; Lauds, Ileylins, Andrews, and Tom Fuller's works, with perhaps a piece of Austin, to shew you understand a little Latin ; and this is your ecclesiastical furniture, very fit for a gentlewoman's eating-room, is it not? Smirk. I understand the mode, madam, and contemn such vulgar ornaments. Ixii/j. .\w\ in this parlour to eat tivi' tithc-i)iggs in a wc( k. 40 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. brought in by my woman-cliamber-maid, wash-maid, cook-maid, &c. And if it be not a working day, waited on by your groom, ])lougli- nian, carter, butler, tithe-gatherer, all in one, with horse-nail'd shoes ; his head new kemb'd and slick'd, with a starch'd band and no cuffs. Siiierk. i\Iy merits will provide you better ; please lo hear me. Isah. Yes, I know your merits. Then to quibble with yon, for my desert, yom* backside of half an acre, with some sixteen trees of marygold and sweeting-apples, horee-plums, and warden-pears, hem'd in with panes of antique crumbling clay ; where I should have six hives of bees, and you a mare and foal, going with a peacock and hen. Smerk. AH these I much despise ; would you hear. Imb. Hear, yes, how I should have nothing to entertain my visitors with, but stew'd pnmes and honeycombs, and flying ale bottled with limon-pUl, without all sight of wine. And should I march abroad to visit 'twoidd be behind my canonical husband, perhaps upon a pied- bald 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 ti-ust to in thy colours. Smerk. I beseech you, madam, moderate your passions : hear my propositions. Tsab. No, Impudence, my father shall hear 'em. Smerk. I beseech you, madam, for Heaven's sake, that will imdo me. I shall desist, I shaU desist. \_Ex. Isabella. Eyiter Susan, tJie Chambermaid. Good lack, how a man may be mistaken 1 I durst ha sworn, by her courtesy and frequent smUes, she had been in love with me. ACT II.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 41 Susa». Sweet sir, what is befallen you? has my lady anger'il you ? If she can, her heart is not like mine. Snierk. Nothing, Mrs. Susan, nothing ; but to be thus despised. [To himself: Susan. Dear sir, can I serve you in any thing? I am boimd. I ne're have been so elevated by any man ; methinks I never should have enough of your powerful ministry, sweet sir. Snierk. Pish : if she tells her father, I am niin'd. \_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 to. This creature is in love with me : but shall my prodigious natural parts, and no less amazing acquisitions in mctaphysicks and school divinity be cast upon a chambennaid ? Farewell, I must not be too faniilar. [Bxit. Susan. So scornfid ! cniel creature, I will soften thee yet. *Have I for thee sat days and nights cross-legg'd, and sigh'd before thou ram'st hither? And fasted on S. Agnes night for thee? And since tiiy coming have tied three coloured tme loves knots, (piill'd thy cufl's, and starch'd thy band myself, and never fail'd thee of thy morn- ing 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, and all for this ! Well, I will mollitie thee. And Mother Demdike shall help me to-morrow : Tie to her, and discourse her about it : if 1 liave breath I cannot live without him. £/ifrr .Su- Fdward Hartfort and his Son. Sir Edw. Susan, go tell my cousin Thcodosia, I wovdd speak with her. Susan. I will, sir. [Exit. 6 42 The LAXCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. Yo. Har. Pshaw, now must I be troubled with making love, a deuce take it for me : I had rather be a coiu-sing 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, su" ? For my part I care not for marriage, not I. I love my neighboiu's, a cup of ale, and my sports ; I care for nought else. Sir Edw. (But that thy mother was too vertuous for my suspicion) I should think that by thy sordid mind thou Avert a stranger to my blood ; and, if you be not rul'd by me, assure yourself I'le make you a stranger to my estate. Yo. Har. Wliat does he mean now ? Hah, to disinherit me ? Sir Edw. No, part of it's entail'd ; and if you AviU 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 pleas'd to stay one moment with my son : I'le wait on you again. \_Exit. Theo. Your servant, sir. How shall I be entertain'd by this dolt ! How much rather had he bee \a\\\ country justices and farmers, in a low thatch'd house, with a smooth black pot of ale in his hand, or with his kites, dogs, and cattel ? Yo. Har. What a devil shall I say to her now ? I had as lieve knock my head against the wall as make love. Will you please to sit down, cousin ? Theo. Ay, cousin. And fall fast asleep if I can. {^Aside. ACT II.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 43 Yo. Har. "Twas a great storm, and rose very suddainly to-night, cousin. Theo. Very true. Yo. Har. Pox, I don't know what to say to her. [Aside. 'Tis almost over tho' now. \Tq her. Theo. 'Tis so. Yo. Har. 'Tis so — what a devU shall I say more ? Would I were at si.\-go-do\\ais upon reputation, in ale, \\\\]x honest Tom Shackle- head. \_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 Aspenwold's ? Theo. No, Tompion's. Yo. Har. 'Tis a very pretty one ! Pish, I can go no farther, not I. Theo. 'Tisbedthue. 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 yoiu" stomach. Yo. Har. You have heard the story : we cours'd a witch all day instead of a hair ; Mother Uemdike. Theo. 'Tis well you did not catch her ; she would have been very tough meat. Yo. Har. Ila, ha, ha, well, I vow that's very well. But I ho|)e Sir Jeffery will hang thi' witcii ; 1 am sm-e 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 love would be. Yo. Har. If 'twoukl hold up now, we shoidd have fine weather for hawking to-morrow, and then have at the powts. Theo. Your hawks would not Hy at niotlur Dcmdike too. 44 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act it. Yo. Har. Nay, marry, I cannot tell : but would you would go a hawking, you should ride upon a pad of name, should carry you \x\\\\ 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 pame. Theo. Now methinks we are meer man and wife already, A\-ithout man-ying for the matter. Hah, he's asleep, 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 beheve, e'en as well as when he's awake. Yo. Har. Mm-der, mm'der ! oh, help ! the witch ! oh, the witch ! oh, oh. Mother Demdike ! Theo. He talks and di-eams of the witch : I'le try a trick with him. \She pulls the chair fror.i under him, and exit. Yo. Har. Oh, help, help ! the -nitch ! the -nitch ! ay, there she vanish't : I saw her ; oh, she flew up the chimney. I'le go to Sir JefFery, and take my oath presently. Oh, I am sore frightned. Enter Isabella. Oh, the witch, the witch ! Mother Demdike. [Exit Yo. Har. Isab. Wliat ails the fool, is he mad ? Here's a cod mth witches. Enter Sir Jeffery, Lady Shacklehead and Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. Oh, madam, are you there ? I have done yovu- errand. La. Sha. Your servant, cousin. Lrnb. Your ladiship's humble servant. ACT II.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 45 Ln. S/ia. Look you, cousin, lady nic no ladies, unless you be civillcr to Sir Tuuothy. 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 liv'd in the country : I have, for my part, been often at London, lodg'd in Covent Garden, ay, and been iu the drawing- room too. Poor creatiu-e, she does not know what that is. Sir Jeff. Pray mind, my chicken ; she's the best bred woman in the country. La. Sha. Pray spare me. Sir Jcffoiy, here's Sir Timothy, I have bred him with great care and charges at Oxford and the Lins of Court. Sir Tim. Ay, and I have been in the drawing-room too. La. Sha. I have gotten him knighted too, for mine and Sir Jeffery's services, which we have porfurm'd in governing the country al)o.ut us so well. Isab. What does yoiu" 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 a.s cliann- ing as another's ; his shape and height perfect, his face, though 1 say it, exceeding good, his eyes vigorous and sparkling, his nose and chin resembling oiu- family ; in short, nature has not been negligent in his composition. Sir Jiff. Well, thou art the best spoken woman in llngliuid, lie say that for thee. 46 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. Isah. I confess aU 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 fansied garniture, or better periwigs. Sir Tim. My trinmiings my own fancy ; and the best wig maker in England, one in Crooked-lane, works for me. La. Sha. Hold, Su- Timothy, I say, these things premis'd, it is not fit to use my son uncivilly : I am loth to complain to yom- father ; consider and be wise. I know we are pohtickly coy, that's decent ; I my self 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 parlous girl. La. Sha. But I was never uncivil. Isab. I know not what you mean ! I unci\Tl to my dear cousin ; what makes thee think so ? I assm-e youi- ladyship I value liim as he deserves. What, cousin, art angry for a jest ? I think no man like him for my part. Sir Jeff, \\liy, look you. Sir Tim. La. Sha. Nay, Sir Timothy, you are to blame, jesting shows one's kindness, go to. Sir Tim. I swear and vow I thought you had been in earnest, cousin. I am yom- humble servant. La. Sha. Well, wee'l 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 said. La. Sha. Come, come away, you «aLl have yom- sajdng ! \Exeunt Lady and Sir Jetf. Sir Tim. Well, but have you so good an opinion of me as you declar'd ? hum — Isah. The very same, I assure you. ACT n.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 47 Sir Tim. Ah, luy dear pretty rogue ! Tlicn 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, feth, feth, I must kiss thee, my dear little rogue. Isab. Stand ofl', baboon ; nay, a baboon of good j)arts exceeds thee ; thou maggot, insect, worse than any nasty thiug the sun is father to. Sir Tim. ^^^^at do you begin to call names again ? but this is in jest too ; ])rithee let me kiss thee, pray dear, feth do. Isab. In jest ! Heaven is my witness there's not a h\ing thing upon two leggs I woidd not chuse before thee. Sir Tim. llolloo, where's Sir Jeffery and my lady? Isab. They are out of thy hearing, oaph. 'slife how darst thou be so impudent to love me with that face, that can provoke nothing but laughter at best in any one ? ^^'hy, thou hast the rickets in thy face : there's no proportion, every feature by itself is abominable ; and put together intolerable. Thou hast the very lines and air of a pigg's face : Baptista Porta would have drawn thee so. Sir Tim. Hah, what do you say? my face! I'le not change faces witii ("re a uuiii in Luncashirc. Face! talk of my face, hah. Isab. Thou art uglier than any witch in Lancashire, and if thou wert in woman's clothes, thy own father would ap])rehend thee for one : thy face ! I never saw so deforni'd a thing on tli(> head of an old Lyra vioU. It might fright birds from a cherry garilcn -. but what else 'tis good for, I know not. Sir Tim. 'sbud, now yo\i provoke me, I must tell you, I think myself as handsome for a man, as you arc for a woman. Isab. Oh, foh, out upon that filthy visiage : my maid with her sizars in two miiuitcs sliiiil cut me a l)('tt<'r in brown ])n])cr. There is 48 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. not a creature upon earth but is a beauty to thee ; besides, thou hast a hollow tooth would ciu-e the mother beyond assa fetida, or burnt feathers. Enter Theodosia. Sir Tim. WeU, well, you'l sing another note when I have acquainted your father, you will. Isab. Thou liest, I wiU not: if I were condemn'd to death, 1 would not take a pardon to 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 yoii that, hum. I can have yom' betters every day I rise. Theo. How now ! what says the fool ? Sir Tim. Uds ludlikins, huswife, if you provoke me I'le take you o' the pate. Isab. Thou odious, loathsome coxcomb, out of my sight, or I'le tear thy eyes out. Sir Tim. Coxcomb ! ha, ha, ha ! ah, thou art a good one. Well, I say no more. Isab. Da, da, pretty thing ! Enter Su Edward, Bellfort awt/'Doubty. Sir Edw. Gentlemen, the storm has oblig'd me that drove you under my roof ; I knew your fathers weU ; we were in Italy together, and all of us came home with om* English religion, and oiu' English principles. During your stay here (which for my own sake I hope win not be short) command my house : let not yom* dogs and servants lye at Whalley ; but be pleas'd to know this house is yoiu-s, and you will do uie honour in commanding it. ACT n.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 49 JiiH. 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 dirtbring opinions agree in. Sir Edw. Gentlemen, you do me too much honour; I would endeavour to imitate the Ufe 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 curb'd the greatness of that monarch. Isab. Wliat are these apparitions ? Hah, Doubty and Bellfort. Theo. They are they indeed. "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 kinswoman, I think you saw 'em last summer at Scarborough. Ihll. ^S\ did. Sir. {They salute 'em. Doubt. Wc 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 Eilir. What story is this ? My son almost frighted out of his wits by a witch I Gentlemen, I beg your pardon for a moment. [/;!<•. Sir Edward mid Servant. liolli. Your huml)le senant. hab. Nothing could be more unexpected than seeing you here 1 Theo. Pray, gentlemen, how did you come ? fhiiibl. Travelling for Whalley, where I told you, madam, in my Ittttis, I would suddainly be, we lost our way by the darkness of the niglit, and wandcr'd till we came near this hou.se, whither an honest einmtry frilow brought us for shelter from this dreadful tempest. 7 50 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. Bell. And yoiir father is pleas'd to admit a brace of stray-fellows with the greatest civility in the world : but, madam, coming safe to shore, after a shipwrack, could not bring such joy to me, as I find in seeing you. \To Isab. Douht. The sun, to a man left a \\anter 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. _^ " f How, married ! JJoubt. ) Isab. Not executed, but condemn'd ! Theo. Beyond all hopes of mercy. Doubt. Death, madam, you struck me to the heart ; I felt youi* words here. Bell. My heart was just at my mouth, if you had not stopt it with this cordial, 't had flown. I may live in hop^ of a reprieve for you. Isab. Our fathers will never consent to that. Theo. ]\Iine wUl not, I am siu'e. I have a mother, to boot, more obstinate than he. Doubt. If they be so merciless, self-preservation, the great law of nature, wiU justify yom- escape. Bell: We knight-errants, as you call us, waU 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 httle too serious about this matter. Isab. 'Tis from matrimony we would fly ! oh, 'tis a di-eadful thing ! ACT 11.] TEGUE DIVELLY, the Irish Priest. 51 Bi'll. This heresy can never be defended by you : a man must be bHiid that incHncs to that opinion before you. Etifer Sir Edward, Smerk, Servants. Sir Edw. Gentlemen, I ask your pardon, be pleas'd to walk into the next room, and take a small collation to refresh yourselves. Bell. Yoiu- humble servant. Sir Edw. This country fellow that led you hither, tells me a tale of witches, and here's an uproar in my family, and they say this place is liaunted with them ; I hope you have no faith in those things. Dou/jf. When I hear a very strange story, I think 'tis more likely he should lye that tells it me, than that should be true. Sir Edw. 'Tis a good rule for our belief. \Exeiint. Smerk. My blood rises at them ; these are damn'd Hobbists and Atheists ; I'd have 'era burnt in Smithtield. h(th. Well, these gentlemen may perhaps go to tlieir servants and horses at \\lialley to-morrow, where they must stay sometime before we sec 'em again. Thcod. We are ruin'd then : for this marriage will be so jjnsstd upon us, now the writings are scaled and cloths bought, we shall have no way to delay it, buf downright breaking with our fathers. T^f). I am resolv'd to consult with the gentlemen this night, whativir comes on't. Theo. IIow canst thou possibly bring it about, my dear? Taab. I warrant thee, a woman's wit will naturally work al)out these matters. Come, my dear. \^Ex. Oiiiiii's. The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. The Scene Sir Edward's Cellar. Enter all the Witches, and the Devil inform of a Buck Goat after. Denid. Lo here our little " master's come. Let each of us '' salute liis bum. \All kiss the BeviVs arse. See our provisions ready here, To which no ' salt must ere come near. \Table rises. M. Sjjen. Who di-aws the wine? Bemd. Our ^ brooms shall do't. Go thou. Bicken. And thou. Harff. And thou. Mai. Spen. And thou. \Thcir Brooms all march off and fetch bottles. Bevil. " What have ye done for my delight ? Relate the service of the night. Bemd. To a mother's bed I softly crept. And whUe th' miclu-istn'd brat yet slept, ' I suckt the breath and a ^ blood of that. And stole another's flesh and fat, Wliich I will boyl before it stink ; The thick for ointment, then for drink rie keep '' From a murd'rer that hung in chains I bit dry'd sinews and slu-unk veins. Marrow and entrails I have brought, A piece o'th' gibbet too I got. And of the rope the fatal knot. I sunk a ship,' and in my fhght I kickt a steeple down to-night. Bevil. Well done, my dame, ho, ho, ho, ho ! ACT II.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 53 Dick. ' To gibbets I flew and dismal caves, To charnel bouses and to graves. ^ Bones I got, and flcsb enough. From dead men's eyes the glewy stuff. Their eyeballs with my nails scoop'd out, And pieces of their limbs I've brought ' A brat i'tli' mother's womb I slew : The father's neck I twisted too. Dogs barkt, cocks crow'd, away I flew. Devil. A good ser\'ant, ho, ho, ho ! Harff. " Flesh from a raven in a ditch I snatcht and more from a ravenous bitch. " 'Mongst tombs I search'd for flesh and bone, " With hair about my ears alone, p Fingers, noses, and a wen. And the blood of mm-der'd men, ■> A mad dog's foam, and a wolve's hairs, A serpent's bowels, adder's ears, I put in my pouch ; and coming back, The bells in a steeple I did crack. I sent the murrcn into hogs. And drove the kine into the bogs. Devil. 'Tis well, 'tis well. Ho, ho, ho, ho ! M. Sjjen. ' To make up love cups, I have sought A wolf's tayl-hair and yard ; I've got The green frog's bones, whose flesh was ta'u From thence by ants ; then a cat's brain. The ' bunch of flesh from a black fole's head, Just as his dam was brought to bed. Before she lickt it ; and I have some Of that which falls from a ' mare's womb 54 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. When she's in lust ; and as I came home I put a woman into fits, And frighted a parson out of his wits. Bevil. All's well. Ho, ho, ho, ho ! \Bance. Song. "VMiat joy like ours can mortals find ? We can coimuand the sea and -nind : All elements our charms obey. And all good things become our prey ; The daintiest meat, and lustiest wine, We for our sabbaths still design. 'Mongst all the great princes the sun shall ere see. None can be so great, or so happy as we. We sail in eggshells on rough seas, " And see strange countries when we please ! Or on our beesoms we can fly, And nimbly mounting to the sky. We leave the swiftest bii-ds behind, And when we please outstrip the wind : Then we feast and we revel after long flight. Or with a lo\ 'd incubus sport all the night. ACT 11.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 55 W'licn we're on wing, we sport and play, Mankind, like emmets, we suney ; \\\\\\ liglitening blast, with tlumder kill. Cause barrenness where e're wc will. Of full revenge we have the power ; And heaven itself can have no more. Here's a health to om* master the prince of the flies, ^^'h(l conuuiinds from center all up to the skies. All. " Han", harr, luur, lioo, hoo, hoo, sabath, sabath, saljath, Devil, Devil, Devil, dance here, dance there, play here, play there, harr, harr, harr, hoo, hoo, hoo ! [They all sink and vanish. Act Ends. 56 Ue LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. •^* NOTES UPON THE SECOND ACT * For the chambemiaid's superstition, p. 41, see Bm-chard Decret. Amongst his questions about confession, where this is found, "Fecisti quod qusedani nudieres facere solent : Tolluut piscem \i\-uni, et mittimt eum in puerperium suum, et tarn diu exun ibi teneant, donee mortuus fuerit, et decocto pisce vel assato, maritis suis ad comeden- dimi tradunt ; ideo faciunt hoc, ut plus in amorem earum exardescant : si fecisti, duos annos per legitimas fcrias pceniteas." For the knots ("\^irg. Eclog. S), " Necte tribus nodis ternos AmaryUi colorcs, Necte AniaryUi modo, et Veneris, die, \-incula necto." ' They call the devU that calls them to their sabbaths or feasts, Uttle Martin, or httle Master. Deh-io, Disquis. Mag. quaest. 16, Kb. 2, and Bodhi, Da^monoman. Ub. 2, cap. 4, have the same relation out of Paulus Grillandus. He is said to call them -n-ith a human voice, but to appear in the shape of a buck-goat : " Evocabatm- voce quadara vehxt hmnana ab ipso dsemone, quern non \ocant Daemonem sed Magistendum, ahae Martinettum hmic sive Martinellum." And a httle after — " Et statim hircus die ascendebat per aerem," &c. Almost all authors that speak of Witches' sabbaths, say, that he is called Martincttus or ^lagisterulus, and that he appears in form of a buck-goat. About their sabbaths, see Nicholaus Rcmigius, lib. i, cap. 14. PhUippo Ludwig. Ehch. Dsemonomagia?, quaest. 10 : "Solent ad conventum delatae Lamiae Daemonem, synagogae praesidem et rectorem in solio considentem, immutalmii in hircum horridmn." Guaccius, Compendimii Malcficaruni, lib. i, cap. 13 : " Ibi daemon est conventus ; praeses in solio sedet forma terrifica utplurinuim hirci," &c. ACT II.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 57 * Kissing the Devil s buttocks is a part of the homage they pay the devil, as Bodin says Dr. Edliii did, a Sorbon doctor, who was biirn'd for a witch. Scot also quotes one Danaeus, whom I never read, for kissing the Devil's buttocks. About kissing the Devil's buttocks, see farther, Guaccius, in the forequoted chapter — " Ad signum homagii euni (so. daemoncm) in podicc osculantur." Ludwigus Elich., quaest. 10 — " Deinde quod homagii est indicium (honor sit auri- bus), ab iis ingerenda sunt oscula Da-monis podici." The Devil will have no salt in his meat. — Ludwigus Elich., quaest. 7, p. 113; as also Guaccius, c. 13. The Devil loves no salt in his meat, says Bodin (Dacm. lil). 3, c. 5), because it is an emblem of eteniity, and used by God's command in sacrifices, and quotes Lcvit. i, for that, which is a notable reason. '' Lucian, in his Dialogue of ^iK6-\^ivle7<;, or the lovers of lies (as all witchmongers are), makes one of his sages, Eucrates, tell how hi' learned of Pancrates, an Egyptian magitian, that travelled with him, to make a statf run of errands and bring things to him, and that he, in the absence of the magitian, connuanded a staff to fetch him water, and not having learn'd the art of conjuring it down again, it brought water so often that he feared it would have drowni'd tlic room; he cut it in two pieces, and then both those picns fctrli'd water till tlu; Egvjitian came and conjur'd 'em down. ' They are always at their meetings examin'd by the Devil, or tlic dame, what senicc they have done. Reinigius DacnidiKiIiit. lil). i, cap. 22 — " Quemadmodum solent heri in villicis procuratoril)us, &c. Ita daemon in suis comitiis cjuod tempus examinandis eujus(|uc rebus et actionibus ipse constituit," &c., speaking of witches. ' See Malleus Maleficarum, torn, ii, of witches In-ing transforni'd into cats, and sucking the l)reath and blood of children. * Ovid, Ya^X. lib. 0, says of Striges, which modern witchmongers 8 58 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. call witches, " Nocte volant puerosqiie petunt nutricis egentes, Et vitiant cunis corpora rapta suis. Carpcre dicmitur lactentia viscera rostris, Et plenum poto sangnine guttm- liabent." Wicrus, lib. ultimo (le Lamiis, cap. C, relates, from one Petrus, a judge in Boltingen, a place in the countrey of Bern, the confession of a witch, thus — " Infantibus baptizatis vel nondum baptizatis insidiamur, &c. ; hos in cunabulis vel ad parentum latera jacentes ceremoniis nostris occi- dinnis, quos, postquam putantur oppressi vel aliunde niortui, ex sepulchro clam suffuramur, et in oUa decoquinuis ; de solidiore materia unguentum facimus nostris voluntatibus, actibus et trans- vectionibus commodum ; de liquidiore vero humore utrem implennis, ex quo quicunque bibcrit :" see the Notes in the third Act. " Remigius, lib. 2 Dsemonolat. cap. 3 — " Haec et nostraj getatis maleficis hominibus moris est facere, pra?3ertim si cujns supplicio affecti cadaver excmplo datum est, et in crucem sublatum ; nam non solum indc scortilegiis suis materiam mutuantiu-, sed et ab ipsis carnficinse instrumentis, reste, vinculis, palo, ferranientis, siquidem iis vixlgi etiam opinione inesse ad incantationes magicas vim quandam et potestateni." The French gamesters are superstitious in this, and think that the noose of the rope that went about the neck of one that was hang'd Avill make them win. And here old women will prescribe a piece of the gallows for a cure for an ague. That the ancieiits were superstitious in these things, see Lucan, lib. — " Laqueum nodosque nocentes Ore suo rupit, pendentia corpora carpsit, Abrasitque cruces percussaque viscera nimbis Vulsit, et incoctas admisso sole medullas, Inscrtum manibus chalybem, nigrani- que per artus Stillantis tabi saniem virusque coactiun Sustulit, et morsus nervo retinente pependit." For the use of dead bodies in witchcraft, see Apuleius, De Aureo Asino, lib. 3, speaking of PamphUe, " Priusque apparatu solito instruxit feralem ofRcinam." ACT II.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Friesf. 59 Among other things, " Scpultoriun cadavcnuu cxpositis nmltis aduiochua meiubris, hie nares, illie digiti, illic carnosi elavi ponden- tiuui, ahbi tnicidatonim senatus cruor." ' Lucan makes his witch inhabit such places : " desertaque busta Incoht et tumulos expidsis obtiuct uinbris." Agrippa, de Oecvdta Philosophia, Ub. 1, c. 4S. " Saturno correspondent loca quacvis feetida, tenel)rosa, subterranea, religiosa, funesta, ut ccemcteria, busta et hominibus deserta habitacida et vetustate caduca, loca obscura et hor- rcnda, et solitaria antra, caverna*, putei," &c. And in liis tliird book, c. 42, " Aptissinia loca plurimuiu expericutia visionimi nocturnalium, incursionum, et consimilium phautasmatum, ut coemeteria et in quibus fieri soleut executiones criminalis judicii," &c. '' Lucan, hb. G — " Ast Ul)i servantiu' saxis, quibus intimus humor Ducitur, et traeta dureseunt tabe niedidla.' Corpora, tune omnes avide desaevit in artus Immcrsitquc manus oculis, gaudetque gelatos Eifo- dissc orbes." ' Nider, in iiis Formicarium, mentions one that kdl'd seven children in the mother's womb, by witchcraft; this, he says, was done by laying a lizard under the threshold, and tliat wUl cause abortion in «"very female in the house : vide Formiear. c. 3. Remigius says, al)out the cocks crowing, that nothing is so hateful to the witches, when they are at their charms, as the cock-crowing ; as one Latoma, i) witch, among other things, confessed ; and several other authors mention it as very hateful to the witeiies. " llor. Kpod. .J, amongst Canidia's materials, reckons, " Ossa ab lire rapta jejunie Canis." And Lucan, lib. (5, of Erictho, " Et tjuod- cuncpie jacet nuda telhu-e cadaver Ante feras volucresque sedet ; nee carpere meud)ra Vult fcrro manibusque suis morsuipu' luporum Expectut siccis raptiu'a a faucibus artus." " See Apuleius, before cited. 60 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act ii. ° Ovid. " Per tmnulos errat sparsis distincta capillis." See the Notes of the Thii-d Act. ^ For the parts of the body, the wen, and the blood of slam men, see Apideius, before quoted. ^ Lucan, Ub. 6 — " Hue quicquid fcetu genuit natura sinistro, Miscetiu- : Non spimia canima quibus unda timori est. Viscera non lyncis, non durae nodus hysenae Defuit." ' For Philtres, see Juvenal, Sat. 6 — " Hie magicos afFert cantus, hie Thessala vendit philtra." For this follovving potion, take the words of Wierus de Prsstig. Dsem. lib. 3, c. 37 — " Inter amatoria ad haec venena connimierantur, in extrema lupi cauda pilus, ejusque vu-ga, remora piscicvdus, felis cerebnmi et lacertae steUio cui stincus nomen est, item os de rana viiidi in formicanmi acervo exesa." See Pliny, lib. 8, c. 22. ' This Hipponianes Pliny in Nat. Hist, and Aristotle de Nat. Animal., mention, and all the old poets (Vu'g. iEneid, 4) — " Quseritur et nascentis equi de fronte revulsus Et matri praereptus amor." See this described in "Wierus, lib. 3, c. 37. Ovid, hb. 2 de Arte Amandi — "Datque quod a teneri fronte revellit eqm." Lucan, hb. 6 — " Nee noxia tantum Pocida proficiunt, aut quum turgentia succo Frontis amaturse subducunt pignora fcEtse." ' Mrg. 3 Georg. — " Hinc demmn liippomanes vero quod nomine dicmit Pastores, lentmn distiUat ab inguine virus." TibuUus, hb. 1, Eleg. 4 — " Hippomanes cupidae stillat ab inguine Equae." Ovid, lib. 1, Eleg. 8, (upon a Bawd) — " Sen bene quid gramen, quid torto concita rhoxnbo Licia, quid valeat virus amantis equse?" Propert. lib. 4 — (in quandam Lccuam) " Consuluit striges nostro de sanguine et in me Hippomanes foetae semina legit equae." In Wierus it is thus described — " Caruncida hand parum faniosa, caricae magnitudine, specie orbicidata, latiuscula, colore nigro, quae in fronte nascentis puUi ACTii.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 61 equini apparct, quam edito statim partu mater lanibendo, abstergen- doque devorat, et si pra?ripiatur, aninuim a fcetu penitus aversimi habet, ncc eum ad ubera admittit." " That they make these confused noises, see Nandseus, Hist. Mag. and Pet. dc Lover de Spectris. And that these shouts and these words are used by them, see Scott, p. 42, and Eodin, hb. 2, c. 4. This is to be found in Rcniigius and Delrio ; and M. Phi. Ludwigus, Ehch., out of them says, quaest. 10 — " Tota turba colluviesque pessima fescenninos in honorem daemonum cantat obscoenissimos. Haec canit Harr, har, ilia Diabole, Diabole, salta hue, salta ilhic, altera hide hie, lude ilHc, aha Sabaoth, Sabaoth, etc. immo clamoribus, silnhs, idulatibus, propisinis furit ac debacchatm-." 62 Tlie LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act hi. ACT HI. Enter Sir Edward Hartfort, Belfort and Doubty. Bouht. You have extreanily delighted us this morning, by your house, gardens, youi- accommodation, and your way of Hving ; you put me in mind of the renowned Sidney's admirable description of Kalandar. Sir Edw. Sir, you complement me too much. Bell. Methinks you represent to us the golden days of Queen Elizabeth, such sm-e were oirr geutry then ; now they are grown servile apes to foreign customes, they leave off hospitahty, for which we Avere famous all over Em'ope, 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 laboiu-ers to Avait on me ; I had rather my friends, kincbed, tenants, and servants, shoidd live well out of me, than coachmakers, taylors, end^roiderers, and lacemen should : to be pointed at in the streets, and have fools stare at my equipage, is a vanity I have always scorn'd. Boiiht. 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-fashion'd gentry love the French too well to fight against 'em ; they are bred abroad without knowing any tiling of om* constitution, and come home tainted with foppeiy, slavish principles, and Popish religion. Bell. They bring home arts of building from hot countries to serve for our cold one ; and frugahty from those places where they have little meat and small stomachs, to suffice us who have great plenty and lusty appetites. ACT III.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 63 JJou'jt. They build houses with halls in 'em, not so big as former porches ; beggars were better entertained by theii" ancestors, than their tenants by them. Sir Edic. For my part, 1 tliiiik 'twas never good days, but when great tables were kept in large halls ; the buttery-hatch alwajs open, black jacks, and a good smell of meat and March-beer, \nth dog's-turds and marrow-bones 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. Bill. I like not their little plates ; methinks there's vertue in an English siu"-loyn. Doubt. Our sparks bring nothing but foreign vices and follies home ; 'tis ridicidous to be bred in one country to learn to live in another. Sir Edtc. ^Miile we lived thus (to borrow a coxcombly word) we made a better figure in the world. Bi'll. You have a mind that suits yoiu- fortune, and can make your own happiness. Sir Kdir. The greatest is the enjoyment of my friends, anil such worthy gentlemen as yourselves ; and when I cannot have enough of that, I have a library, good horses, and good musick. Doiiljt. Princes may enNy such an English gentleman. Sir Edir. You are too kind : I am a true Englishman ; I love the prince's rights and people's liberties, and will (Ufend 'em both with the last penny in my |)urse, and the last drop in my veins, and dare defy the witless ])lots of Papists. Hell. SjMjken like a noble ])atriot. Sir Edic. Pardon me, you talk like Englishmen, and you have warm'd me ; I hope to see the prince and people flourish yet, old as I am, in s|)ite of Jesuits; I am sure our constitution is the noblest in tiie world. Doubt. A\'ould there were enough such English gentlemen. 64 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act in. Bell. 'Twere to be wislit ; but oiir gentry are so much poysoned with foreign vanities, that methiuks the genius of England seems sunk into the yeomamy. 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 musick ; I see two of my ai'tists come into the garden, they shall entertain you with a song this morning. Bell. Sh', you oblige us every way. \An Italian sony. Finely compos'd, and excellently perform'd. Doubt. I see, sir, you are well serv'd in every thing. Enter Isabella and Theodosia. Sir Edw. My sweet cousin, good morrow to thee ; I hope to call thee shortly by another name, my dear cliild : Heavens bless thee ! \Isnb. kneels. Bell. Ladies, your most humble servant ; you are early up to take the pleasiu-e 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 Boll, ^^^le^e such fine ladies are. wantmg Enter Servant with Tegue O DivcUy an Irish Priest. Serv. A gentleman, to speak with you. Sir Edw. With me ! Daughter, pray shew those gentlemen the statues, grottoes, and the water- works : I'le wait on you unmediately. Bell. This is an opportmiity beyond our hopes. \_Ex. Bell., Doubt., Sir Edw. Would you speak with me ? Isab., Theo. Priest. Arrah, and please ty Oorship, I am come here to dis plaash to maake a wisitt unto thee ; dosht dou not know me, Joy ? ACT III.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 65 Sir Ec/ic. Oh ! you live at Mr. Redletter's, my catbolick neighbour's. Priest. Ah, by my shoul, I. Sir Edw. How came you to venture hither ? you are a popish priest. Priest. Ah, but 'tis no matter for all daat, Joy : by my shoul, but I will taak de oades, and I think I vill be excus'd ; but hark vid you a while, l)y my trott I shall be a ])aapist too for all daat, indeed, yes. Sir Edw. Excellent principles ! Priest. I do come for de nonest to see dee, and yet I do not come on purpose, gra : but it is no matter, I \\[\ talk \ id you aboot daat, I do come upon occaasion, and Mr. Rcdlcttcr did shend me unto dec. Sir Edit: For what ? Priest. AMiat wiU I say unto dec now, but ^Ir. Redletter did sliend me, and yet I did come of my self too for all daat upon occaasion, daat I did heare concerning of dee, dat dy house and de j)laash is all over-run with \Wtches and spirits, do you see now ? Edw. Sir Jeffery is going 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 jjlcas'd to pardon my incivility, in rushing unawares into yom- chamber last night ; but I know you are so much a gentleman, so well-bred, and so accomplisht, I know you do ACT III.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 75 Doubt. Madam. La. Sha. And for that reason I will make you my confident in a bminoss, that perhaps, I do not know, but I think it may not be to your disadvantage, I will communicate it to you in private. Now, Sir Jert'cry and I are to take some cxamuiations. 1 assist him very much in his busuiess, or he could never do it. [He sits down and La. Shac. Sir Jeff. Call in these fellows, let's hear what they'l say about these witches ; come on : did you serve my warrant on Mother Demdike ? [Thei/ call the constaUe in and a country fellow. Const. Sir, I went to her house (and please your worship), and lookt in at her window, and she was feeding three great toads, and they daunc'd 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 vanisht, and there was nothing but the cat in the middle, who spit and star'd at nie, and I was fridited awav. Sir Jeff. An arch witch I wan'ant her. Const. I went out at the back dore, and by the threshold sat a great hare ; I struck at it, and it run away, and ever since I liavi' liad a great pain in my back, and cannot make water, saving your presence. Sir Edic. A fit of the gravel. Priest. No, l)y my shoule, she is a great witch, and I vil eure you upon daat. Sir Jeff. No : I tell you, Sir Edward, I am sure she is a witcli, aiul between you and I, last night, when I would have been kind to my wife, she bewitched me, I found it so. Sir Edit. Those things will hap|)cn al)i)ut five and fifty. Prii'st. I will tell you now, Joy, 1 will cure you too. " Taak one of de tooths of a dead man, and bee, and burn it, and taak dee smoke into both your noses, as you taak smish, and anoint yoiu" self vid dec gaall of a crow, taak (piicksilvcr, as dey do call it, and put upon a 76 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act hi. (luill, and plaasli it uiider dc slioft pillow you do shit upon, den niaake sliouie waater through dc rhig of a wedding, by St. Patrick, and I will shay shome Ave Maaries for dee, and dou wilt be sound agen : gra. Sir Jeff. Wlio is this pretends to skill in witchcraft ? Sir Edio. A very learned man in these matters, that comes hither on purpose. Sir Jeff. I shall be glad of jom- better acquaintance. Priest. I vil be very Avel pleashed to bee after being acquainted vid dee, Joy. La. Sha. Have you any more to say ? Fellow, speak to me. Const. ^Vliy, an't please your worship forsooth, Mother Demdike said she would be reveng'd on me for not giving her some buttermilk ; 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 dy'd, 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 bm'U it at your house, and you shall see she will come streight. Sir Jeff. Or to-mon-ow, about dawn, piss in a pot, and cover it with your . right nether stocking, and the witch will be tormented in her bladder, and come to you roaring before night:'' Doubt. A most profound science. Bell. And poor old ignorant WTctches must be liang'd for this. Const. A cow of mine is bewitcht too, and runs about the close as if she were mad ; and that, I believe. Mother Ilargrave bewitcht, because I deaiy'd her some gos — good. Sir Jeff. Put her into the warrant too : 'tis enough ; a little thing will serve for evidence against a witch. ACT III.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Iruh Priest. 77 Sir Edw. A very little one. Priest. ' Put a pair of breeches or Irish trowsers upon your cow's head, follow, upon a Fryday morning, and wid a great stick luaak beat upon her, till she do depart out of de close, and she vill repair luito de witches dore, and she vill knock upon it vid her horns indeed. Const. Thank you, good sir. Sir Jeff. Sii-, I see you are a learned man in this business, and I honour you. Priest. Your ser\'ant, sir ; I will put shome holy waater into your cow's mout, and I vill maak cui'c upon her for all daat indeed. La. S/ia. Come, has any one else any thing to inform ? Const. Yes, an't please yom* worships, here is a neighbour, Thomas o Georges. T/to. G. Why, an't please your worships, I was at Mai Spencer's house where he wons i'th' lone, and whoo had a meeghty great cat, a black one by'r lady, and whoo kist and who dipt cat, and ay set me dawn a bit (meet a bit) and l)t'live cat went under her coats, quo iiy what don yoo doo with that fow cat ? AVhy, says whoo, who soukos me. Soukes tee ? Marrj', that's whaint (pio ay, by'r lady, what can cat do besides ? ^^^ly, says whoo, whoost cany me to Rachdalo belive. Whaw, quo ay, that's pratty ! Why, says whoo, ycost ha one an yeow win to carry ycow ; by'r lady, (pio ay, with aw my heart, and thank ow too, marry 'twill save my Tit a ])ow'i- of labl)our ; so whoo cawd a cat to me, a huge cat, and we ridilLii both to Rachdale strciglit along. BfU. Well said, this was lidiiie; 1 love a fellow that will go through stich. Sir Jeff. This is a witch, indeed ; put her name in. Priest. This is naw thing l)y my slioule ; I will tell you now it i> naw thing for all daat, a vitcii, if she be a good vitcli, will ride upon a graashopper, I tell you, very well, and yet a graashoppir is but a 78 Ue LANCASHIRE AVITCHES, and [act hi. weak beast neither ; you do maak wonder upon dis, but by my shoide it is naw thing. Sir Jeff. A\Tiere did you take cat, say you, together ? Tho. Geor. Whj, we took cat i' th' 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 JetFery and my self; I'le warrant you wee'l order 'em. Priest. I win teU you now, fellow, taak de shoe of a horse, and nayle it upon yoiu* threshold, de plaash dou dosht goe into dy dore upon. Sir Jeff. And put a clove of garlick into the roof of thy house. La. Sha. Fennil is very good in your house against spirits and witches ; and ahcium, and the herb midlein, and longwort, and moly too, is very good. Priest. '^Burn sliome brimstone, and maake a sweet fume of de gaU of a black dogg, Joy, and besmear dy poshts and dy vails, and bee, and cross dy self, and I mil touch dee vid reliques, and dee to, gra. Const. Thank you, good sir. Theo. Geor. Thank a. Sir Edw. Is not this an excellent art ? Pell. 'Tis so extravagant, that a man woidd think they were all in dreams that ever \KX\i of it. Doubt. I see no manner of evidences against these poor creatm'es. Pell. I coidd laugh at these fools sufficiently, but that all the while Dior mistresses are in danger. Doubt. Our time is very short ; prithee let's consider what is to be done. ACT III.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 79 Isab. Well, my doar, I must open my heart to thee ; I am so nmeh in love with this Bellfort, that I shall dye if I lose him. Theo. Poor Isabella, dying is something an inconvenient business ; and yet I should live very uncomfortably without my spark. Tsab. Our time's very short, therefore preethee 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. iMadam, 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 conference. Enter Mai Spencer and Clod. M. Sjjrn. Why so unkind. Clod? You frown, and wonnot kiss me. Clod. No, marr}', lie be none of thy imp, I wott. M. Spen. What dost thou mean, my love? prethee kiss me. Clod. Stand off, by'r lady, an I lift kibbo once, ist raddle thy bones : thou art a fow wheane, I tell o that, thou art a fow witch. M. Spen. I a witch I a poor innocent young lass, that's whaint, I am not awd cnoiigh for that, mon. Clod. And I believe my eyne, by the mass I saw you in Sir Yedard's cellar last neeght with your haggs ; thou art a rank witch ; uds flesh rie not come nerc thee. M. Sjjen. Did you sec me ? Why, if I be a witch, I am the better fortune for you ; you may fare of the best and l)e rich. Clod. Fare? marry lie fare none with thee; lie not l)e liang'd, 80 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act hi. nor go to the deel for tliee, not I by th' mass, but I will liang thee on I con, by'r lady. M. Spen. Say you so, rogue ? I'le plague for that. \She c/oes out. Clod. What is whoo gone ? 'Tis for no good, marry ; I ha scap'd a fine waif, a fow carrion, by'r lady ; I'le hang the whean, and there be no more witches in Loncashhe. Flesh, what's 'tiss ? [Mai enters with a bridle, and puts it on ere he is aware. M. Sjjen. A 'horse, a horse, be thou to me. And carry me where I shall flee. \_She gets upon him, and flees away. Enter Demdike, Dickenson, Hargrave, ^c., with their Impis, and Madge, who is to be the new vntch. Demd. ' Within this shattered abby walls. This pit oregrown mth brakes and briers, Is fit for our dark works, and here Our master dear will soon appear. And make thee, Mother Madge, a witch, ]\Iake thee be happy, long hv'd, rich ; Thou wUt be powerful and wise, And be reveng'd of thy enemies ! Madg. 'Tis that I'd have ; I thank you. Dame. Demd. ^ Here, take this imp, and let him suck ; Hc'l do what e're thou bidst him : call Him Puck-Hairy. Madg. Come hither, Puck-Hairy. \Enier an Imp, in shape of a black shock, comes to her. Demd. Where is thy contract, wTitten in blood ? Madg. 'Tis here. ACT III.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 81 Dcmcl. So 'tis, firm and good. Where's my Mamillioii ? Come, my rogue, And take thy dinner. Dicken. Wierc's my Puggy ? Come to me, and take thy duggy. Harff. Come, my Rouncy, where art thou ? Enter Mai Spencer, leading Clod in a bridle. Mai. Come, sirrah, I have switcht you well, rie tye you up now to the rack. \^She ties him up, andjoyns icith the other witches. Well met, sisters ? W^here's my Pucklin ? Come away, my pretty suckUn. Clod. Wauns and flesh, what con ay do naw? 1 am turn'd into a horse, a capo, a racer titt ; flesh, ayst ne're be a mon agen ; I marie I con speak, I couno pray ; I wot, a pox o' th' deel, muii ay live ul oates, and beens, and hay, aw my life, instead of beef and pudding ? lids flesh, I neigh too. [//Jer- able by you. Isab. How shall I be sure you'll not deceive me? These hasty vows, like angry words, seldom show the heart. Bell. By all the powers of heaven and earth. Isab. Hold, swear not I 1 iiad better take a man of honour at his word. Bell. And may heaven throw its curses on me when I break it. .My chaplain's in the house, and passes for my valet de chainl)re. Will you for ever make me l".ap|)y, madam ? Isab. rie trust your honour, and I'lc make myself so : I tlu'ow myself upon you ; use nie nobly. Now 'tis out. Hell. I'se you as I would my soul : my honoiu", my heart, my lite, my liberty, and all 1 have is yours : there's not a man in all the world that I can envy now, or wish to be. Tsnb. Take care, we shall be spyed. The short time 1 ha\i' to 14 106 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act iv. resolve in, will, I hope, make you have a better opinion of my modesty, than otherwise you would have occasion for. Bdl. Dearest, sweetest of creatures ! my joy distracts me, I cannot speak to you. Isab. For heaven's sake leave me ; if you raise a jealousy in tlic house I am ruin'd ; we'U meet soon. Bell. Adieu, my life ! my soul ! I am all obedience, [^r. 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 con- science is at ease. Isab. Mine received the news with more joy than he coiUd put in words. Enter Sir Jeffery, Lady, and Sir Timothy. Theo. And mine in raptm-e ; I am the happiest woman Uving. Isab. rie 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 aU the world can make me. Theo. Mine is the handsomest, \\-ittiest, liiost accomphsht gen- tleman Isab. Mine is the beaut ifidlest, sweetest, weU-shap'd, well-bred, wittiest gentleman. Sir Tim. That must be I whom she means, for all my quarrels with her. La. Sha. Peace ; we shaU hear more. 17ieo. Little think our fathers how happy we shall be to-morrow. ACT IV.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 107 Sir Jeff. Wliat's that ? Listen. rsa6. 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 ! Isad. 'S life they are behind us ; stir not. We have hidden oiu- love from them all this while. La. Sha. Have you so ? But we shall find it now. [Aside. Isad. 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 yom* brother lov'd 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 oljliged 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 uiu families. Eiiler Sir Edward, Bellfort and Doubty, a/id Musicians. Oh, Sir Edward, is not that strange I told yuu? 1 should not have believed it if I had not seen it. Sir Edic. And pray give me the same Uberty. But now wee'l have some nmsick ; that's good against inchantment. Sing me the song I commanded you, and then wee'l have a dance before we go to bed. Song. lOb The LANCASHIRE AVITCHES, and [act iv. Enter Priest. Priest. Hoh, 'tis a pretty shoiig ; but I vill sliing a brave Cronan now ; dat is better, I tell you. \^He sinffs. /Sir Edw. 'Tis vere fine ; but sing me one song more, in tkree parts, to sweeten om* ears, for all that. \_Tltei/ c/ape and strein, but cannot sin//, but make an xicjly noise?^ ^^^iy> "^vliat'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 bewitch'd : 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. [Thei/ holdup their bows, but cannot play. — Ex. Priest. Sir Edw. Sure this is roguery and confederacy. [The Priest comes in with holy-icater, and Jlings it upon them so long till they run out roaring. Priest. Conjuro te, conjure in nomine, &c. Sir Edw. Hold, hold, prethee don't duck us all ; we are not all bewitch'd. Priest. I tell you it ish good for you an bee, and vill defend you upon occaasion. Sir Jeff. Now you see, sir, wdth yoiir own eyes : cannot you give us a receipt to make holy- water ? Priest. A resheit, aboo, boo, boo ; by my shoule he is a fool. I have maade two hogsheads gra, and I viU have you vash aU de rooms vid it, and de Devil vill not come upon de plaash, by my shalvaation. Bell. 'Tis a little odd ; but however I shall not fly from my beUef that every thing is done by natural causes, because I cannot presently assign those causes. ACT IV.] TEGUE O DIVELLY (he Irish Priest. lO'J Sir Edw. You arc in the riglit ; wc know not the powers of matter. Doubt. \Mien any thing unwonted happens, and we do not see the cause, we call it luinatural and niiracidous. Priest. By my shoule you do talkc like lieretick-dogs and Aatheists. Sir Edic. Let us enquire farther al)out these nnisicians. Priest. I vill maake shome mtracles, and I think I vill be after reconcileing dem indeed, oh dou damn'd vitch. \Ex. all but Priest.] Now I doe shee dee, I viU beat upon dec ^id my beads and crucifix ; oh, oh, shee is a damn'd Protestant herctick vitch ; daat is de reason she \ ill not fly : oh, oh, oh ! \_Mother Dick, rises up, and boxes him ; he strikes her icith beads, and she him v:ifh her staff, and beats him out. — Ex. Priest.] Enter Tom. Shacklcliead, and Clod, /// the Field. Tom. Sha. By'r lady, 'tis meeghty strong ale ; ay am well neegh drunken, and my nephew will be stark wood ; his hawkes want their pidgeons aw this neeglit. Clod. ^Vlly what wouden yeow bee a angee ? Flesh, ay ha getten de bridle, by'r lady, ayst ma some body caiTy mee, and be my titt too. Tom. Thou'rt a strange fillcc (horse, I should say) ; why didst thou think thou wa.st a titt when th' bridle was on thee. Clod. Ay marry, T know weel I am sure ; I wot I was a titt ; a meer titt. Tom. Listen ; there's a noise of women in the ayr : it comes towards us. Clod. Ay, by tli' mass, 'tis witches. Witches (abore). Here, this way ; no, that way : make haste ; follow the Dame: we siiall be too late; 'tis time enough: — away, away, away ! Tom. Wawnds and flesh, it is a flock of witches, by'r lady ; they 110 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act iv. come reeglit ore head : I'st let fly at 'em ; hah, be th' mass I ha mamed one ; here's one has a wmg brocken at least. \He shoots, ^I. Spencer shrieks, and falls dotcn. Clod. M. Spencer, by th' mass. M. Sjjen. O, rogues ! I'le be revenged on you, dogs, villains ; you have broken my arm. Clod. I was made a horse, a titt, by thee, by th' mass I'st be revenged o'thee. \^He jj/ds the bridle vjion her. A horse, a horse, be thou to me. And carry me where e're I flee. \He flies away upon her. Tom. O'ds flesh, what's this ? I connot believe my sences ; I mun walk home alone ; but I'le charge my piece again, by'r lady, and the haggs come ageu I'st have t'other shoot at 'em. \_Ex. Tom. Shack. The Scene returns to Sir Edward's House. JEnter Bullfort 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 chill, and shivers when I think on't. Boubt. 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 l)e hang'd next morning : I am mipatient till they appear. Boubt. They are women of honom-, and Avill keep their Avords ; yom- parson's ready, and three or four of our servants for witnesses. ACTiv.] TEGUE O mWELLY t/ie Irish Priest 111 £e//. He is so ; 'twill be dispatch'd in half a quarter of au hoiu- : all are retired to bed. F/ifcr Lady Shacklehead. Douhl. Go in ; yonders my lady mother-in-law coming ; I must contrive a way to secure her : in, in. Bvll. I go.' Doubt. Death, that this old fellow should be asleep ab-eady ! She comes now to discover what I know too well already. La. Sha. He is there I'le swear; a punctual gentleman, aud a person of much honoiu". Sii', I am come according to your appoint- ment : Sir JetiVry 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 yoiu* ladyship aud me. La. Sha. I vow : ha, ha, ha, me ! no, no ; ha, ha, ha ! Doubt. Retire for a short time, aud when I have secured him I'lf wait on you ; but let it be i'th' dark. La. S/ia. You speak like a discn'ct and wortliy person ; remember this room; there's no body lies in it : ] will stay there in the dark for you. \_Ex. Lady. Doiiljt. Your most humble sen'ant. Well, I ^^•ill go to the ladies' chamber as if I mistook it for mine, and let them know this is the tune. Enter Tegue Divelly. Priest. Dcrc is shometimcs de pretty wenches doe walke luii- in de dark at night, and by my shoulvaation if I doe catch one, I vill be after enjoying her body : aud fait and trot 1 have a great need too ; it is a venial sin, and I do not care. Doiilit. Death, who is here? stay, ladies; here's the danni'd j)riest in the way. Enter Doubty, with a candle. 112 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act iv. Isah. Go you, wee'l follow by and by in the dark. \Tlie ladies retire, Doiil)ty j^oes to his chaviher. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. Sha. I hear one tramphng ; he is come already ; sure Bellfort is asleep : who is there ? Priest. By my shoul it is a woman's speech : 'tis I. "N-VTiere 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 dy hand, Joy ; and now I vill shalute dy mout, and I vill embraash dy body too indeed. La. Sha. 'S life, I am mistaken ; this is the Irish Priest : his under- standing is sure to betray him. Priest. I predee now, Joy, be not nishe ; I vill maak shome good sport vid dee indeed. [La. Sha. j^idls her hand away, andjlies?^ Hoo now, phaare is dy hand now ? oh, \_enter Mother Dick., and j)uts her hand into the Priest's,] here it is by my shoule. I vdl use dee braavely upon ocaasion, I vill tell you : predee kish me upon my faash now ; it is a braave kish indeed. [The Witch kisses him.'] By my shoul dou art very handsome ; I doe know it, dough I cannot shee dee. I predee now reth-e vid me : aboo, aboo, by my shoule dis is a gaallant ocaasion : come, Joy. [_Ex. Priest and Witch. Enter Lady. La. Sha. ^Vliat's the meaning of this ? He talked to some woman, and kissed her too, and is retu-ed into the chamber I was in. Isab. Everything is quiet : I hear no noise. [Enter laah. and Theo. Theo. Nor I : this is the hajipy time. La. Sha. This must be he : who's there ? Theo. 'S life ! this is my mother's voice ; retire softly. Isah. Oh, misfortune ! What makes her here ? We are undone if she discovers us. ACT IV.] TEGUE ODIVELLY the Irish Priest. 113 La. S/ta. Who's 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 a?id 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 gaallant peace of flesh, a braave bedfellow, phoo art dou ? Dick. One that lo\es you dearly. Priest. Phaat vill I doe to shee dy faash I wonder? Oh, here is a light approachhig unto us. La. Sha. ^^^lo's this with a light? I must fly. \_Ex. La. Sha. Enter Susan, with a candle. Priest. Now I vill shee dy faash. Susan. O, Sir, are you there ? 1 am going to Mr. Smerk with tliis caudle, poor man. Priest. O phaat have I done ? Oh ! dc vich ! de vich ! Susan. Oh ! the witch ! the witch ! [The Witch sinks; she lets fall the caudle and candle, and runs uicay, shriekim/. Priest. Hy my slioule I have had coimnunicaation and copulaation too \\A. a succul)us. Oh ! phaat vill I do I phaat vill I do ! Hv mv fait and trot, 1 did thought shee had Ijceii a braave and gaallant lady, and bee. Oh ! oh ! [Ex. Priest. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. -V/c/. What shriek was that ? Hah I here's no body ; sure all's clear now I 15 114 Tlie LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act iv. Enter Isabella and Theodosia. Isah. I heard a shriek; this is the time to venture; they are frighted out of the gallery, and all's clear now. Tlieo. Let's ventiu-e ; we shall have people stirring very early this morning to prepare for the wedding else. La.Slia. Ha! "WTio'sthat? I am terribly afraid. Heaven! what's this ? [Isab. awf/Theo. creej) softly into Bellfort and Doubty's cJiamber^ The chamber-door open'd, and I saw a woman or two go in. I am enraged : I'le disturb 'em. Isabella, Theodosia, 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. Sha. knocks. Bell. Curse on them ; keep the door fast. La. Sha. Gentlemen, open the door, for Heaven's sake, quickly. Isab. Open it, we are rumed else ; wee'l into the bed ; you know what you have to do. [_TI"'>/ c"i'<-"i' themselves. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. Sha. Gentlemen, the house is alarm'd 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 in\asibly then ; for we had oiu- eyes on the door. La. Sha. Ai-e they not about the bed somcAvhere ? Let's search. Bell. There are no Matches there, I can assm-e you. La. Sha. Look a little, I warrant you. [Sir JefFerj' knocks toithout. ACT IV.] TEGVE O BTVELLY t/ie Iris/i Priest. 115 Sir Ji'ff. Open the door quickly, quickly ; the witches are there. La. S/ia. Oh ! my husband ; I am ruiu'd if he sees me here. Doubt. Put out the candles ; lye down before the door. [He enters, and stumbles upon the Servant. Sir Ji'ff. Oh ! oh I I have broken my knees : this is the witches doing : I have lost my wife too : lights, lights there ! La. S/ia. Il'e not stay here. [S/ie 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 Ends. 116 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v- ACT V. Enter BeUfort and Doubty. Bell. \^\s&i unfortunate disappointments have ^\-e met with ! Doubt. AH iU luck has conspu-ed against us this night. Bell. We have been near being discover'd, which would have ruin'd us. Douht. And we have but this night to do our business in ; if we dispatch not this affair now, aU -H-iU 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 Avith people in the gal- lery, 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, ^oes in. Enter Lady Shacklehead. La. SJta. Hold, Mr. Doubty. Doubt. A curse on all damn'd luck ; is she here ? [^Askle.] Sweet madam, is it you? I have been watching .for BeUfort's sleeping ever since. La. Ska. I venture hard ; since Sir Jeffery miss'd me out of bed, I had much ado to fasten an excuse upon him. Doubt. I am so afraid of BeUfort's coming, madam ; he was here but even now : the hazard of yoiu- honom- puts me in an agony. La. Ska. O, dear sir, put out the candle, and he can never discover any thing ; besides, we will retire into yon room. Doubt. Death, what shall I do now ? [She puts out the candle. ACT v.] TEGUE ODIVELLY the Irish Priest. 117 La. Shn. And since it is dark, and you cannot see my blushc!;, I must tell you, you are a very ill gucsser ; for I myself was the person I describ'd. Doubt. Oh, madam ! you raille me ; I will never believe it while I live ; it is impossible. La. Sha. rie swear 'tis true. Let us withdraw into that room, or we shall be discover'd. Oh, Heaven ! I am midone ; my husband, \\ix\\ a hght, run into your chamber. Doubt. 'Tis a happy deliverance. \Aside?\ \Ex. Doubty. La. Sha. rie counterfeit walking in my sleep. Enter Sir Jeffery, with a light. Sir Jeff. ^V^lcrc is this Avife of mine ? She told me she fell asleep in the closet, at her prayers, when I mist her before ; and I found hc-r 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 Jeffer)' ? Stand off, I say. Sir Jeff. Oh, Lord, kill me ! AMierc? Ila! Here's no body. La. Sha. Oh I the witrli, the witch : oh, she pulls the cloaths off me. Hold rac, dear Sir Jeffery ; hold me. SirJrff. On my conscience and soul she walks in her sleep. La. Sha. Oh, all the cloaths are off; cover me; oh, I am so cold ! Sir Jiff. Good lack a day, it is so ! my dear, my lady. La. Sha. Hah, ha I [She ojje/is her eyes, and shrieks. Sir Jiff, ^^'ake, I say ; wake. La. Sha. Ah. Sir Jeff. 'Tis I, my dear. La. Sha. Oh, Ileav'n I Sir Jeffery, where am I ? Sir Jiff. Here, in tlie gallery. 118 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. La. Sha. Oh ! how came I here ? Sir Jeff. ^ATiy, thou didst walk in thy sleep. Good lack a day, I never saw the like. la. Sha. In my sleep, say you ! Oh, Heav'n ! I have catcht my death. Let's to bed, and tcU me the story there. Sir Jeff. Come on. Ha, ha, ha ! this is such a jest ! Walk in yoiu- sleep ! Godsniggs, I shall so laugh at tliis in the morning. La. Sha. This is a happy come off. [^Aside. E/iter Isabella and Theodosia. Isab. If we do not get into this chamber suddenly we are undone : they are up in the offices akeady. Theo. Never have adventures been so often disappointed in so short a time. Lsab. There's no body in the gallery now ; we may go. Theo. Haste then, and let us fly thither. Isab. ") . , 1, ' 1 • ^ '^"'^^ ^^^ ^'''^^ "''^ entering, Chaplain Theo. ) ' \ and Susan enter with a candle. Susan. Oh ! the witches, the witches. Smerk. Oh, mercy u})on us, where is this candle ? So, let me teU you, 'twas no witch; they were the two young ladies that frighted my dear beauteous love so ; and I'le acquaint their parents with it, rie 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 inflani'd beyond all measm-e with thy heavenly beauty. Si/.san. .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 ; yom- face is an ocean of beauty, and your nose a rock ACT V.J TEGUE ODIVELLY the Irish Priest. 119 arising from it, on which my heart (hd split : nothing but ruljv and pearl is about thee ; I must blazon thee by jewels ; thy beautv is of a noble rank. Su-sfiii. Good lack, what fine language is this ! well, 'tis a rare thing to be a scholar. Smerk. "lis a miracle I shoidd not think her handsome Ix'fore this day ; she is an angel ! Isabella 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. Sman. Sweet sir, you obhge me very nuich by your fine language, but I vow 1 understand it not : yet niethinks it goes very prettily. Smerk. I will unfold my heart unto thee ; let me approach thy lip Oh, fragrant ! fragrant I Arabia fvlix is upon this lip. SuKan. Ha ! ufjon my lip ; what's that ? I have nothing ; I have no pimple, nor any thing ujjon my lip, not I. Smcrk. Sweet innocence I will be j)lain. I am inflani'd within, and would iujoy thy lovely body in sweet dalliance. Susan. How, sir ! Do you pretend to be a Divine, and would com- mit this sin ! Know, I will preserve my honour and my conscience. Smcrk. Conscience! why so you shall, as long as our minds are united. The casuists will tell you it is a marriage in furu con- Hcii-iitifc ; and besides, the church of Rome allows fornicatiim; and truly it is nnicli practis'd in our church too. Let us retii'c : come, come. Susan. Stand off; I defie you. Yoiu* casuists are knaves and you are a Papist : you are a foul voluptuous swine, aud I will never smili- on you more. I'arewell. Siiirrk. Hold, hold, dear Ixautcous creature, 1 am at thy mcrcv. Must I marry, then? Speak. Prethee spare me that, and lie do any thing. 120 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. Susan. Stand off; I scorn thy love: thou art a piteous fellow. SmerJc. Dear Mrs. Susan, hear me ; let us but do the thing, and then rie marry thee. Susan. I'le see thee hang'd e'er I'le trust thee, or e'er a whore- master of you all. No, I have been serv'd that trick too often already, I thank you. [Aside. Smerk. Must I then marry ? Enter Isabella a)id Theodosia, disguised toith vizors, like Witches. Isah. Yonder's the chaplain and Susan. But this disguise will fright 'em. Thco. Let's on ; we must ventm*e. Susan. Oh ! the witches, the ^ntchcs ! Smerk. Oh ! fly, fly ! [Ex. Susan and Chaplain. Enter Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. WTiat shiiek was that ? Doubt. We have been several times alarm'd with these noises. Bell. Here's notlimg but madness and confusion in this family. Isab. Heav'n ! who are these whispering ? Doubt. Who's this I have hold on ? Heav'n 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. Enter Priest icith a candle. Priest. Phoo are dese ? ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 121 Bell. Ikav'n what's tliis, the damu'd Priest? These disguises will sene our turn yet. Oh, sir, we are haunted \vith witches here; nm in quickly for sonic holy-water. Priest. I vill, I vill ; let me alone. \_Ex. Priest. Bell. Now in, in (piickly. [^Ex. Bell., Doubt., Isab., and Theo. Enter Priest with holif-icater. Prieat. Phaar is dese vitchcs? Phaar are dey? Ilah, dey are wanisht for fear of me : I vill put dish down in dis plaash for my defence. What vill I do now ? I have maade fornicaation vid dis \dtch or succubus indeed ; when I do go home I vill be after being absolv'd for it, and den I vill be as innocent as dc child unborn, by my shoule. I have hang'd my self all round vid reliqucs indoed. and de sprights and de vitchcs cannot hurt me, fait and trot. Enter Mother Dickenson. J/. Dick. My dear, I come to visit thee again. Priest. Phaat is here? De vitch agen does come to hainit nic. Benedicitc, out \\\wn dee dou danm'd vitch : vat dosht dou come upon me for ? I defy dec : a plaague taak dee 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. Dou jjlaagy vitch, let me come unto my holy-vater, and 1 vill pay dee oti' indeed : hob, by my shalvaation 'tis all flown awav oh, dou danm'd vitch, I vill hang dec indeed. M. Dick. Predee be kinder, my dear, and kiss me. Priest. Out, out; kiss de — I A plaaguc taake dee, Joy : standoff upon me : by my shoulvaation, I vill kiss de dog's arse, shaving . Enter Sir Timothy and Servant, with a candle. Sir Tim. I could not rest to-night for the joy of being man ycd to-day. 'Tis a pretty rogue she's somewhat cross hut 1 warrant her she will love nie when she has tr}'ed me once. Sere, ^^'hy would you rise so soon ? 'Tis not day yet. Sir Tim. 'Tis no niattor : I cannot sleep, man : I am to be married, sirrah. Srrv. Ay, and therefore you should have slept now, that you migiit watcii the better at night; for 'twill be uncivil to sleep nmch upon your wedtling-night. Sir Tim. Uncivil ; ay, that it will — very uncivil : I wont sleep a wink. Call my new brother-in-law. Oh, lure he is ; he can't sleep neither. 124 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. Enter Hartfort 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 de\Tl'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 iU-bred fellow ! A\Tiat, 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. [Jside.'\ No more — I don't very much ! a pox on marry- ing. I love a hawk and a dog and a horse better than all the women in the world. [To him^^ "Wliy I can hawk and marry too. Shee shall see I love her ; for I will leave off hawking before ten a clock. Enter Servant. Serv. 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. Uds flesh, I shall have my horses bewdtcli'd, and lose five hundred 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. ^Tiat shall we do ? [Their men taking np the candles, two Sjjirifs fly away icith 'em. Sir Tim. Let us stand up close against the wall. Yo. Har. Listen ; here are the witches : what will become of us ? Enter Isabella, Theodosia, Bellfort and Doubty. Bell. A thousand blessings hght on thee, my dear pretty witch ! ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 125 Sir Tim. Oh Lord ! there's the Devil too courting of a witch. Doubt. This is the first niglit I ever lived, thou dearest, sweetest creature. Yu. Har. Oh, sweet quoth a ; that's more than I can say of myself at this time. Lsab. 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 luut us ; we are \o\w luimhlo ser\ants. Bell. In ; in, quickly [£Ir. Bellfort and Doubty. Sir Tim. Lights, lights ! help, help ! nuirder, murder I Oh, good Devil, don't hurt me ; I am a whoremaster. }'o. //i7/-. And T am a dnuikard. Help, he!]) ! Murder! [i^r. Ladies. Enter Tom Shacklehead with a candle, and Tegue Divelly. Tom S/ia. What's the matter ? [Thnnder softly here. Priest. Phaat is de matter, Joy? Sir Tim. O nuncle ! here have been devils and witches : they ha\ c fln\ni away with our candles, and ])iit us in fear of our lives. [^Thunder anil lifjliten. Tom Sha. Here's a great storm arising What can be the matter? The haggs are at warck, l)y'r lady, and they come to me l)y tir mass, I ha getten my brawd sward : Ayst mow 'em down ; ged faith will L Priest. He not afraid ; I vill taake a caarc, and I vill conjure down this tempest, fait an l)ee. \_Tlii/iiderK. Tom Sha. Flesh! that thunder-clap shook the hawse. Candle burns blue too. 126 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. Sir Tim. Death ! it goes out. What will become of us ? Tom Sha. Au the witches come ; by'r lady, Ayst mow 'em down with my brawd sward, I warrant o' I have shot one witch flying to-neeght ah-eady. Enter M. Hargrave, M. Madge, and two tvitches more ; they mew, and sjiit like cats, andfiy 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, Cacodamones. Cats, cats ! [They scratch all their faces till the blood runs about 'em. Tom Sha. Have at ye all \Jie cuts at the)?/] : I ha' mauld some of e'm by th' mass. [The witches screech and run a/vay.] They are fled, but I am plaguily scratcht. Priest. Dey were afraid of my charmes ; and de sign of de cross did maake dem fly but dey have scratcht a great deale upon my faash for all daat. Yo. Har. Mine is aU of a gore blood. Sir Tim. And mine too that these damn'd witches should disfigure my countenance upon my wedding-day ? Yo. Har. 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 scratcht us most ruefully. Priest. But I did fright dem away, by my shoule. ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 127 Sir Jeff. Why you are as much mauld as any one ; nay, they are at work 1 never remember such thunder and lightning ; bid 'em ring out all the bells at the church. Priest. I vill 'baptize all yoiu- bells for you, Joy, and then they vill stop the tempest indeed, and not before, I tell you ; oh, baptized bells are braave things fait. Tom Sha. Flesh, chi-isten bells ! Sir Tim. Yes ; I believe the great bell at Oxford was christcn'd Tom. Yo. Har. And that at Lincoln has a christen name too. Priest. I tell de, Joy, I vill caarry de hosht and shome reliques al)road, and we vill get a black chicken, and maak one of de vitches throw it into de aire, and it vill maak stop upon de tempest. Sir Jeff. Why, all the authors say, ''sacrificing a black chicken so will raise a tempest. Tom Sha. What's here, a haund ! Uds flesh, you see I have cut off a haund of one of the haggs. 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 stonn begins to stay ; 1 did shay shome aves, and part of de Gospel of St. John, and in fine, /uj/iat tempestas, and it does go away upon it indeed. Tom Sha. We may trace her by her blood. Sir Tim. Viwi hark you, what's the reason my hawks wanted their pidgeons ? I'ds 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. 128 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. Enter Servant. Serv. Sii-, 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, theii- power's gone when they ai-e taken ; let's go see 'em. Yo. Har. I'le wash my face, and away a hawking, now the storm's over ; 'tis broad day. Sir Tim. I will call up Sir Edward's musick, and wake the tAvo brides with a serenade this morning. \Ex. Omnea. Enter Sir Edward, and his Man, with a light. Sir Edic. It has been a di-eadful storm, and strangely laid o'th' suddain ; this is a jo}-ful day to me : I am now in hopes to strengthen and presen e my family my poor daughter has the worst on't ; but she is discreet, and will moidd Sir Timothy to what she pleases : he is good natiu'cd, and he loves her, and his estate's beyond excep- tion. — 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 be 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 Hartfort and Servant. How now, your face scratch't ! "\^"liat, were you drunk last night, and have been at cuff's ? Yo.Har. Xo, Sir Timothy, I, and Tegue O Divelly, and Tom Shacklehead, were assaulted by witches, in the shapes of cats ; and Tom Shacklehead has cut off one of the cats' hands ; and all the witched are taken, and are in the stable, under a strong miard ACT v.] TEGUE DIVl'LLY tho Ind Priest. \-2\) Sir Ec/ir. What foolish wild story is this? You have been drunk in ale, that makes such foggy dreams. )'o. Har. 'Sbud, sir; the story is true, you'll tind it so. Sir Edir. How now ! what makes you booted upon } our wedding- day ? Yo. Har. Why, I am going a hawking this morning, and I'le come home time enough to be marry'd. Sir Edw. Thou most incorrigible ass, whom no precept or example ran teach conmion sence to, that would have made thee full of joy at thy approaching happiness ; it woidd have fill'd thy mind, there could have been no room for any other object ; to have a good estate settled upon thee, and to Ije married to a woman of that beauty, and that wit and wisdom, I have not known her equal, woidd have trans- ported any one but such a clod of earth as thou art : thou art an excrement broken from uie, not my son. Yo. Ilur. Why, sir, I am transported ; but can't one be trans- ported with hawking too? I love it as I love my life. Woukl 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 shoidd concern 'cm : such drones serve not the ends of their creation, and should be lopt ofl' from the rest of men. Yo. liar. A man had better dye than leave his sport. Tell me of books ! I think there's nothing in 'cm for my part ; and for nmsick I had as live set in the stocks as hear your tine songs: I love a bag-|)ipe well enough, but there's no nmsick like a dee])-mouth'd hound. Sir Edw. Thou most excessive blockhead, thou art enough to imbitter all my sweets ; thou art a wen belonging to me, and 1 shall do well to cut thee off. lUit, do you hear, fool? Go and dress yourself, and waif upon your bride, or by heaven I will disinherit 17 130 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. you. This is the critical day on whicii your happiness or misery depends ; think on that. \_Ex. Sir Edw. Yo. liar. Was ever so deviUsh a father, to make one neglect one's sport, because he's no sportsman himself. A pox on marrying : could not I hawk and marry too ? Well, I am resolv'd Fie steal out after I am marry'd. Enter Sir Timothy and Musick. Sir Tim. Come on. Place your selves just by her chamber and play, and sing that song I love so well. Song. My dear, my sweet, and most dehcious bride. Awake, and see thine own dear waiting at thy dore. Surely she cannot sleep for thinking of me, poor rogue. Imb. {above). Who's this distm-bs 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 humors, I see that. Isab. Ha ! thou hast been scratching with wenches : was not thy face ugly enough, but thou must disfigiu-e it more than Natm-e lias done? One would have thought that had don't enough. Sir Tim. Faith thou art a pretty wag ; thoul't never leave thy roguery. Wenches ! Why 'twas done by witches, who, in the shape of cats, had like to have kill'd us : your brother, my uncle, and the Irishman are all as bad as I. I/iab. Frethee begon, and mend thy face ; I cannot bear it. Sir Tim. Ay, ay, it's no matter ; Fie come into thy chamber ; I must be familiar with you • ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY ihe Irish Priest. 131 Isab. And I will be verj- free with yon ; you are a nauseous fool, and you shall never come into my chamber. S'life, would you begin your reign before you are marry'd ? No, Tie domiuere now — begon. l^Ej'. Isabella. Sir Tim. Nay, faith Fie not leave you so, you little cross rogue, you ; open the dore there : let me in ; let me in, I say. [Theodosia cowes out in a witches habit and a rizor. Thi'o. W[\os that ? Thou art my love ; come into my arms. Sir Tim. Oh, the witch ! the witcli ! Help ! hulp 1 [/A' rini.s- out : Theodosia n-tirt'x. Enter Sir Jeffery, Lady, Tegue Divelly, Tom Shacklchead, Clod, and Sir Jefferics' CKrk. Sir Jeff. So, now thou art come, my dear, I'le dispatch the witches : they are all taken, and guarded in the stable. Clod, bid 'em bring 'em all hither. Lu. Sh/i.'\ It is malice upcMi me. Lfi. Sliti. There is something in this story, but I dare not speak of it. 134 The LANCASHIRE ^VITCHES, and [act v. Sir Jeff. I do believe you, ^Ix. O Divelly. Dick. Besides, he is a Popish priest. Priest. Aboo, boo, boo, a priest ! 1 vill taake de oades, fait and trot ; I did never taake holy orders since I was bore. [Jside.] In Jamaica. Dere is another mental reservaation too ; and it is lawful. Condab. Indeed, sir, I have been told he is a Popish priest, and has been at Rome. Priest. I speak it in de presence of all de Sahits, daat I never did see Rome in all my life. \^Aside^ Vid de eyes of a lyon. Dere was another, by my shoide. Sir Jeff. Take away the witches ; there is then- mittinms : cany 'em all to Lancaster. Witches. I am innocent ! I am innocent ! Constab. Come on, you hags, now yoiu- 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 vill taak dera, and twenty or thirty more oades, if doii dosht please ; indeed I vill take 'era 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 shoidd 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 fixt my love upon ; but I am unhappy that T had not the honom- to know vou till it was too late. ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 135 Sir Edic. 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. Hitter Lady Shacklchead, and Isabella, and Theodosia. Lfi. Sha. Good morrow, brother ; our brace of brides are ready : where are the lusty bridegrooms ? Sir Edw. Heav'n grant this may prove a happv day. La. Sha. Mr. Doubty, was ever such an unlucky night as we ha\e had ! Doii/jf. 'Tis hapi)y to me, who was assur'd 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 nuich. Bell. Ladies, I wish you much joy of this day. Doubt. !Much happiness to you. Enter Sir Jeffery and Tegue Divelly. Sir Jeff. Brother, good morrow to you : this is a liappy dav ; our fajnilies will soon be one. I have sent all the witches to the saol. Sir Edir. I lad 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 (ju my conscience he is a very good jjrotestant. Priest. It is no matter, I did taak do oailes, and I am a very good protestant upon occaasion, fait. Sir Edw. Say you so ? Between you and I, how many sacraments are there ? Priest, llow manv? Bv niv slioide dere are shcven : h')w inanv 136 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. would dere be tink you, hoh ? By my slioule I have a dispensaation : indeed I am too cunning for 'em, fait I am. \_Asi(le. Sir Echo. So here are the bridegrooms. Enter Sir Timothy and Yo. Hartfort, Servant. Sir Tim. Oh, my dear pretty bride, let me kiss thy hand. How joyfid 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 ; 1 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 ? Scrv. Yes, sir ; he is very busy at his breakfast in the buttery, and as soon as he has finisht his pipe and his tankard he will wait on you : he has niarry'd one cupple already, the Chaplain and Mrs. Susan. SirEdic. How! Serv. 'Tis true. Sir Edw. I am sorry for it : that Chaplain is a rascal 1 have found him out, and \\-ill tm-n him away Enter another Servant. Serv. Sir, here are some of your tenants and countrymen come to be merry with you, and have brought their ]iiper, and desire to daunee before you. Enter several Tenants and Country Fellows. 'Tenants.' We are come to wish your worship, my young master and lady, joy of this happy day. ACT v.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 137 • Sir Edw. You arc kindly welcome, neiglibom-s : this is happiness indeed to see my friends and all my loving neighbom-s thus about uie. All. Heavens bless yoiu- good worship. Sir Edw. These honest men are the strength and sinews of oiu- 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 daunce for joy. Sir Edw. Prethec do [Clod dances^^ Go, bid the parson come in ; we will dispatch this business here before you all. Isnb. Hold ; there needs no parson. Sir Edw. What say you ? Sir Jeff. How! Isab. We are marry'd already, and desire your blessing. Sir Edw. It is impossible. [Bell., Doubt., Isab., (tiul Theo. kneel. La. Slta. Ileav'n ! What's this I sec ? Sir Jeff. Thieves ! robbers ! murderers of my honour I'li' hang that fellow. Sir Edw. AMiat pageantry is this ? Explain yourself. Sir Tim. What a devil do you mean now? Bell. The truth is, sir, we are marry'd ; we found you fathers were too far ingaged to break off. Love forced us to this way, and nothing else can Ijc a fit excuse. Boifdf. 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 settlement wa.s made upon your daughter. Bc/l. And I will, sir, do the same right to yoiu-s. Sir Jeff. Flesh and heart I'le nuu-der her. Doi/lj/. Hold, sir, she is mine now ; I beseech \(m moderate yo\ir passion. IS 13S The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. La. Shu. Oh, vile creature ; I'le tear her eyes out. Doubt. Forbear, good madani : what cannot be redrest must be past by La. Sha. Thou worst of thieves ; thou knowest I can ne'er pass it by. Sir Jeff. Su- Edward, you may do what you will, but I'le 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 Hve Sir Tim. Cruel woman ; I did not think you would have serv'd me so : I shall run mad, and hang myself and walk. Priest. Now phaat is de soleedity of all dish — phy all ish paasht, and what \ill you say now ? You must taak shome consolaation unto you — dou must fornicaate vid dy moder's maid-sharvants ; and daat is all one by ray shoide. Sir Edw. Hold, gentlemen ; who marry'd you ? Bell. This gentleman, who is luider his gray coat, my parson. Sir Edw. 'Tis something unhospitable. Bell. I hope, su', you'll not have cause to repent it ; had there been any other way for me to have escap't perpetual miseiy I had not taken this. Sir Edw. But you, sir, have most injm-'d me. Doubt. I beg a thousand pardons ; tlio' I must have perisht if I had not done it. Theo. It is no injiu-y, sir ; I never could have lov'd yom- son ; we must have been unhappy. T.sab. And I had been miserable with Sir Timothy. ACT v.] TEGUE DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 139' Yo. Uar. To say truth, I did not iiiucli care for her neither ; I had rather not marry. SirEdw. Eternal Blockhead ! I will have other means to preserve niv name. Gentlemen, you are men of ample i'ortimes 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. hah. You are the best of fathers and of men. Sir Ed w. I will endeavour to appease Sir Jeffery and my lady. Boubt. You are generous beyond expression, sir. Elder Chaplain and Susan. Chap. Sir, I hope your worship wUl pardon me ; I am man-y'd 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 ruin'd? Good sir, continue me yom- chaplain, and I will do and preach whatever you command me. Sir Edw. I'lc 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 serv'd me well, and I will give her a farm of £-10 per amimu, to plow. Go, sir; it was an otfice you were born to. Priest. Did 1 not bid de fomicaate ? and dou didst marry, Joy ; if dou badst not maade marriage, I vould have maade dec a Cathohck, and preferred dee to Saint Omers ; dey shoiUd have bred dee for one of deir witnesses fait. Enter a Messenger. Mess. I must beg your pardon, sir ; I have a warrant against this Kellv, alias Tegue O Divelly — he is accus'd for being in tlu' plot. 140 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, and [act v. Sir Edw. My house is no refuge for traytors, sir. Priest. Aboo, boo, boo ! by my shalvaation dere is no plot, and I \\\\ not g(j vid you. Dou art a dam'nd fanaatick, if dou dosht shay dere is a plot. Dou art a Presbyterian dogg. Mess. No striving ; come along with me. Priest. Phaat viU I do : I am innocent as de child dat is to be born ; and if they vUl hang me, I vill be a shaint indeed. My hang- ing speech was made for me long ago by de Jesuits, and I have it ready ; and I vill live and dy by it, by my shoule. Mess. Gentlemen, I charge you, in the king's name, assist me. Sir Edw. Come, gentlemen, I wsli you both the happiness you deserve. How shallow is om- foresight and om' prudence ! Be ne'er so wise, design what e'er we will, There is a fate that over-rules us still. Act Ends. ACT v.] TEGUE O DIVELLY the Irish Priest. 141 NOTES ON THE FIFTH ACT. . Wicr., prjEst. Deem. lib. i, pp. 43,44, sho^vs that it is the opinion of Papists, that baptized bells wiU drive away tempests. See also Guacc. Corapend. Maloficanim, lib. 3, c. 6. - Nider, in Formicario, cites this from a judge, who had it from tlie confession of a witch. — Cap. 4. ' Mall. Malef. lustitor Springer, part 3, quest. 15. A caution to the jiid-cs— " Secum deferant sal exorcizatmu in Domimca die pal- marum^et herbas benedictas. Hee enim res insimul cum cera benedicta involuta et in coUo deportata, &c. miram habcnt efficaciam, &c. [I have made my Irishman translate the Latin false on purpose.] - For spitting in their l.osoms, see Tibullus, Eleg. 2-" Ter Cano, ter dictis despue carminibus. And in Eleg. l-"Despuit in moUes et sibi quisque sinus." This Theocritus mentions-" J« m 3«7x.v9. r.k « ^>iv klv.u Ko'XTov." And several other authors, particularly Theoprastus (Libro dc Characterismis), speaking of superstitious persons— "pu«.vo>fv ^oK^o, ^I6<^x;; for they thought they that were n,ad, or had the falling-sickness, were possessed with devils. e Mai. Malef. part. 3, cpia^st. 15—" Non pcrmittant se ab ea tangi corporahter." Id. ibid.—" Et si commode fieri potest, ipsa a tergo deorsum vertendo ad Judices et assessoivs introducatur." ■ Bodin and several authors mention this ; l)ut Mai. Malct. par- ticularlv part. 3, ((ua-st. 15, p. 557-" Hoc enhu pro certissimo s.gno, &c (luud etiamsi ad lacrymaiulum conjuratiombus hortetur alupia et c'ompellatur (and the inquisitors have an office for this, as you will sec in the Flagellum Da-monum, per Fr. Jeion. Mm-urm., m thr 142 The LANCASHIRE WITCHES, ^c. [act y. 2 tome of Mai. Malef.) sed si Malefica existit, lachrymas emittere non potest, dabit quidem flebiles et ex sputo genas et oculos linire," &c. Ha\ing of biggs and teats all modern witchmongers in England affirm. The cutting off the hand is an old story. 8 A foolish word among the canters for glancing. — {Ejjilo(/i'c.) 143 EPILOGUE. By Mrs. BJRRY and TEGUE. A Mrs. Barri/. SKILFUL Mistriss uses wondrous art, To keep a peevish crazy Lovers heart. His awkward hiubs, forgetful of dehghts, Must be urg'd on by tricks and painful nights ; Which the poor creature is content to bear, Fine manteaus and new petticoats to wear. And Sirs, your sickly appetites to raise. The starving Players try a thousand ways. You had a Spanish Frjer of intrigue, And now we have presented you a Tegue, Wliich with much cost from Ireland we have got ; If he be duU, e'en hang him for the plot. Tecjue. Now have a care; for by my shod shalvaation. 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. Taiue. By crcesh, I swear, de Poet has undone mo, Some simple Tory vill maake beat upon me. Mr>^. Bnrry. Good Protestants, 1 hope you will nut ^.v A martyr made of our poor Tony Leigh. 144 EPILOGUE. Oiu- Popes and Fryers on one side offend, And yet, alas ! the city's not onr friend : The city neither like ns nor our wit ; They say their wives learn ^ ogling in the pit. They'r from the boxes taught to make advances, To answer stolen sighs and naughty glances. We vertuous Ladies some new ways must seek, For all conspire our playing Trade to break. If the bold Poet freely shows his vein, In every place the snarling Fops complain ; Of your gross follies if you will not hear, With inoffensive nonsence 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 physick of the stage. FINIS. THE LATE Lancashire Witches. A WELL RECEIVED COMEDY, LATELY ACTED AT The GLOBE, on the Bankside, by the King's Majesties Actors. W R I T T E X By T n M. HE Y ir (J (J E ANU RICH All E BROOME. Aut prodesss solent, aut delectare. LONDON: Printed by Thomas Harper for Benjamin Fix/icr, ami are to be sold at his Slioj) at tlie Signe of the Talbot, without Ahh-rsgate. 10 3 4. PROLOGUE. r^ ORRANTOES failing, and no foot-post late Possessing iis with Newes of forraine State, No accidents abroad worthy relation, Aniving here, we are forc'd from oiu' owne Nation, To ground the Scene that's now in agitation. The Project unto many here well knowne ; Those Witches the fat Taylor brought to towne. An Argument so thin, persons so low Can neither yeeld much matter, nor great show. Expect no more than can from such be rais'd, So may the Scene passe pardon'd, though not prais'd. i-i; THE Late Lancashire Witches. ACTVS I.— SCENA I. Enter Master Arthur, Mr. Shakstoiie, and ^Ir. Bantam, (iH from hiintinf/. Artli. Was ever sport of cxpectatiou. Thus crost in th' heiglit ! Shdk. Tush ! these are accidents all i^anie is subject to. Arth. So you may call theui Chances, or crosses, or what elsi' you please. But, for my part, I'le hold them prodigies. As things transcending Nature. litiiit. O, you spcake this, Because a hare hath crost you. .'//•///. A hare ! a witch, or rather a divell, I think ; For, tell me, gentlemen, was't possible. In such a faire course, and no covert neere. We in pursuit, and she in constant view, Our eyes not wand'ring, but all bent that way. The dogs in chase, she ready to be ccas'd ; 148 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. And, at the instant, when I durst have layd My life to gage, my dog had pincht her, tlien To vanish into nothing ? SJinl-. Somewhat strange, but not as you inforce it. Arth. Make it plaine That I am in an error ; sure I am That I about me have no borrow'd eyes. They are mine owne, and matches. Bunt. She might find some muse as then not visible to us. And escape that way. 8hak. Perhaps some foxe had earth'd there, And though it be not common, for I scldome Have knowne or heard the Hke, there squat lier selfe, And so her scape appeare but natm'all. Which you proclaime a wonder. Arth. Well, well, gentlemen, be you of your own faith, but what I see And is to me apparent, being in sence. My wits about me, no way tost nor troubled, To that will I give credit. Bant. Come, come, all men Were never of one minde, nor I of yours. Shah. To leave this argument : are you resolv'd Where we shall dine to-day ? Artli. Yes, where we pur])os'd. Bant. That was with Master Generous. Arth. True, the same. And where a loving welcome is presum'd, Wliose liberall table's never unprepar'd. Nor he of guests unfurnish't, of his meanes. There's nou can beare it with a braver port, And keepc his state unshaken, one who sels not. SCENE i] The Late LANCASHIRE ^VITCHES. 149 Nor covets he to purcliasc, liokls his uwne Without oppressing others, ahvayes prest To indeere to Iiim any knomie geutleman, In whom he finds good parts. Bant. A character not common in this age. Arth. I cannot wind him up ^'nto the least part of his noble worth, 'Tis far above my strength. [Enter Wlietstone. S/iai: See who comes yonder, A fourth, to make us a full messc of guests At Master Generous' table. Jr//t. Tush I let him passe. He is not worth our luring, a mere coxcombe. It is a way to call our wits in question, To have him scene amongst us. Bant. He hath spy'd us, there is no way to evade him. Jr//i. That's my griefe ; a most notorious lyar : out upon him. S/iaA-. Let's set the best face on't. jr/ie(. What, gentlemen ! all mine old accpiaintancc ! A whole triplicity of friends together ! Nay, then, 'Tis three to one we shall not soone part company. S/tai-. Sweet Mr. ^^'hetstone. Broi/. Dainty .Mr. Whetstone. Jr//t. Delicate Master \\'hitst()ne. ir/ii'/. You say right; Mr. Whetstone I have bin, Mr. WlKtstnMf 1 am, and .Mr. Whetstone I shall be, and those that know me, know withall that I have not my name for nothing ; I am hce, whom all the brave blades of tlie coimtry use to whet their wits upon : sweet Mr. Shak.stone, dainty Mr. Hantam, and dainty Mr. Arthur, and how, and how — what all lustick, all froligozone ? I know you are going to my Vncles to dinner, and so am I too. What, shall we all make oiie randcvons there : you need not doul)t of your welcome. 150 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. Shak. No doubt at all, kind Mr. AVhetstone ; but we have not scene you of late ; you are gro^A^le a great stranger amongst us : I desire sometimes to give you a visit : I pray where do you lye? TVliet. Where doc I lye ? why sometimes in one place, and then againe in another ; I love to shift lodgings : but most constantly, wheresoere I dine or sup there doe I lye. Arth. I never heard that word proceed from him I dm-st call truth tUl now. JFliet. But where so ever I lye, 'tis no matter for that ; I pray you say, and say truth, are not you three now Going to dinner to my Vncles ? Bant. I thinke you are a witch, Master Wlietstone. Wliet. How ! A wtch, gentlemen ? I hope you doe not meane to abuse me, though at this time (if report be true there are too many of them here in our country) ; but I am sm'c I look like no such ugly creatm'e. Sliak. It seemes then you are of opinion that there are witches. For mine own part, I can hardly be induc'd to think there is any such kinde of people. Wliet. No such kinde of people ! I pray you, tell me, gentlemen, did never any one of you know my mother ? Artli. \^1ay, was yoiu- mother a witch ? Whet. I doe not say, as witches goe now a dayes ; for they, for the most part, are ugly old beldams, but she was a lusty young lasse, and by her owne report, by her beauty and faire lookes bewitcht my father. Bant. It seemes then your mother was rather a young wanton wench, than an old wither'd witch. Wliet. You say right, and know withall I come of two ancient families ; for, as I am a Whetstone by my mother's side, so I am a By-blow by the father's. SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 151 Arfh. It appeares then, by your discourse, that you came in at the window. WItet. I wouhl have you thinke I scorne, like my granam's cat, to k-ape over the hatch. Shcik. He hath confest himsclfe to be a bastard. Arth. And I beleeve 'tas a notorious truth. Wliet. Howsoever I was begot ; here you see I am. And if my parents went to it without feare or wit, A\niat can I helpc it? Arth. Very probable ; for as he was got without fearc, So it is apparent he was borne without wit. Whet. GentlemeJi, it seeraes you have some private businesse amongst yourselves, which I am not willing to interrupt. I know not how the day goes with you, but for mine owne part, my stoniiuke is now nmch upon twelve. You know w hat houre my Vncle keeps, and I love ever to bee set before; the first grace : I am going before ; spcake ; shall I acquaint him with your comming after? Shnk. We meanc this day to see w hat fare he keepes. ll'hi't. And you know it is his custome to fare well. And in that respect I think I may be his kinsman. And so farewell. Gentlemen ; I'le be your forerunner. To •li^c him notice of vour visite. lidiit. And so intyre us to you. Shdk. Sweet Mr. Wlietstone. ,//•///. Kind Mr. Ryl)low. U'hi't. I see you arc perfect both in my name and surname ; I have bin ever l)Ound unto you, for which I will at this time be your nove- rint, and give him notice that yon universi will bee with him per prwHciiti'H, ami that I take to be presently. [Ei'it. Arth. Farewell, as in prmseiiti. Shnk. It seems hec's peecc of a scholler. 152 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. Arth. What, because he hath read a httle Scrivener's Latine, hee never proceeded farther in his accidence than to mentiri noii est meum; j and that was such a liard lesson to learne, that he stucke at mentiri ; and cu'd never reach to 7ion est meum ; since, a meere ignaro, and not worth acknowledgement. Ba7it. Are these then the best parts he can boast of? I Arth. As you see him now, so shall you finde him ever : aU in one j strain ; there is one only thing which I wonder he left out. Shak. And what might that be? Arth. Of the same affinity with the rest : at every second word he i is commonly boasting either of his aunt or his vncle. Enter Mr. Generous. Bant. You name him in good time ; see where he comes. j Gener. Gentlemen, welcome, 'tis a word I use ; i From me expect no further complement : i Nor do I name it often at one meeting, Once spoke (to those that understand me best, j And know I alwaies purpose as I speake), i Hath ever yet sufficed : so let it you ; j Nor do I love that common phrase of guests, As we make bold, or we are troublesome, Wee take you unprovided, and the like ; I know you understanding gentlemen, And knowing me, cannot persuade yourselves With me you shall be troublesome or bold. But still provided for my worthy friends. Amongst whom you are lifted. Arth. Noble sir, you generously instruct us, and to expresse We can be your apt schollers : in a word We come to dine with you. 1 SCENE I.] 77/<> Za^e LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 153 Gener. And, gentlemen, such plainnesse doth best please me ; 1 had notice Of so much by my kinsman, and to show How lovingly I tooke it, instantly Rose from my chayre to meet you at the gate. And be niyselfe your usher ; nor shall you finde. Being set to meat, that I'le excuse your fare. Or say I am sorry it falls out so poore ; And had I knowne your comming wee'd have had Such things and such, nor blame my cooke, to say This dish or that hath not bin sauc'st with can> : Words, fitting best a conunon hostesse mouth. When ther's perhaps some just cause of dislike. But not the table of a gentleman ; Nor is it my wives custome ; in a word, take what you find, and so. Ari/i. Sir, without flattery You may be call'd the sole surviving sonne Of long since banisht hospitality. Gener. In that you please me not : but, gentlemen, I hope to be beholden unto you all, Which, if I prove, I'le be a gratefull debtor. li/nit. \Mierein, good sir. Gi'iicr. I ever studied plaineuesse, and truth witliall. Shak-. I pray expresse yourselfc. Gener. In few I shall. I know this youth, to whom my wife is aunt. Is (as you needs nnist finde him) weake and shallow ; Dull, as his name, and what for kindred sake We note not, or at least, are loath to see. Is unto such well-knowing gentlemen Most grossely visible. If, for my sake, ■1(\ 154 I"/^*? Zft^e LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. 1 You will but seeme to \vinke at these his wants, At least at table before us his friends, I shall receive it as a courtesie, Not soone to be forgot. Arth. Presume it, sir. Gener. Now, when you please, pray enter, gentlemen. Arth. Would these, my friends, prepare the way before, To be resolved of one thing before dinner. Would something adde mito mine appetite. Shall I intreat you so much ? Bant. O, sir, you may command us. Gener. I'th meane time Prepare your stomackes with a bowle of sacke ; \_Ex. Bant, and Shak. My cellar can affoord it ; now, Mr. Arthur, Pray freely speake your thoughts. '. Arth. I come not, sir. To presse a promise from you ; tak't not so ; | Rather to prompt yoiu* memory in a motion Made to you not long since. j Gener. Wast not about ! A mannor, the best part of your estate, Morgag'd to one shps no advantages .-^ Which you would have redeem'd ? 1 Arth. True, sir, the same. Gener. And, as I thinke, I promist at that time To become bound with you, or if the usurer (A base, yet the best title I can give him) ; Perhaps should question that security. To have the money ready. Wast not so ? Arth. It was to that purpose wee discourst. ^ Gener. Provided, to have the writings in my custody. Else how should I secure mine owne estate ? SCENE I.] r//e Zfl/t' LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 155 Arlli. To denie that, I should appeare to th' world Stupid, and of no hraiue. Gener. Your uionie's ready. Artfi. And I remaine a man oblig'd to you Beyond all utterance. Gener. Make then your word good, By speaking it no further, onely this, It seemes your \iicle you trusted in so far Hath failed your expectation. Arth. Sir, he hath, not that he is unwilling or unable. But at this time unfit to be solicited ; For, to the countries' wonder and my sorrow. He is much to be pitied. Gener. Why ? I intreat you. Arth. Because hee's late become the sole discourse Of all the countrey ; for of a man respected For his discreation and knowne gravitie, As master of a govcrn'd family, The liouse (as if the ridge were tl\t below. And groundsils lifted up to make the roofe) All now turn'd topsie tiu-vy. Gener. Strange, but how? Arth. In such a retrograde and preposterous way As seldomc hatli bin heard of ; 1 thiiike never. Gener. Can you discourse the manner ? Arth. The good man, in all obedience kneels vnto his son, Hee with an austere brow commands his father. The wife presumes not in the daughter's sight Without a prepared courtesie. The girle, shee E.xpects it as a dutie ; diides her mother. Who (juakes ami trembles at each word she speaks ; 156 The Late LANCASHIRE AVITCHES. [act i And what's as strange, the maid she dominiers O're her yong mistris, who is aw'd by her. The son to whom the father creeps and bends. Stands in as much feare of the groome his man. All in such rare disorder, that in some As it breeds pitty, and in others wonder ; So in the most part laughter. Gener. How thinke you might this come ? Arth. "lis thought by witchcraft. Gener. They that thinke so dreame, For my beliefe is, no such thing can be ; A madnesse you may call it : dinner stayes, That done, the best part of the afternoone Wee'le spend about your businesse. [^Exeitnt. Elder Old Seely and Doughty. See. Nay, but understand me, neighbor Doughty. Dough. Good master Seely, I do understand you, and over and over understand you so much, that I could e'ene blush at yovir fond- nesse ; and had I a sonne to serve mee so, I would conure a divell out of him. See. Alas ! he is my chUde. Dough. No, you are his childe, to hve in feare of him ; indeed they say old men become children againe ; but before I would become my childe's childe, and make my foot my head, I would stand upon my head, and kick my heels at the skies. Enter Gregory. See. You do not know what an only son is. O see, he comes. Now if you can appease his anger toward me, you shall doe an act of timely charity. SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 157 Lou(jh. It is an office that I am but weakly vcrs'd in, To plead to a sonne in tlio fathers belialfe ; Blesse me, what lookes the devilish young raseall Frights the poorc man withall ! Greg. I wonder at your confidence, and liow you dare appeare before me. Dou(/h. A brave beginning ! See. O Sonne, be patient. Greg. It is right reverend counccll ; I thanke you for it : I shall study patience, shall I, while you practice waies to beggar mee, shall I ? Dough. Very handsome ! See. If ever I transgresse in the like againe. Greg. I have taken yoiu" word too often, sir, and neither can nor will forbeare you longer. Dough. What, not your father, Mr. Gregory ? Greg. What's that to you, sir ? Dough. Pray tell me, then sir, how many yeares has hee to serve you ? Greg. What do you bring your spokesman now, your advocat ? What fee goes out of my estate now, for his oratory ? Dough. Come, I nmst tell you, you forget yourselfe. And in this foiUe unnaturall strife wherein You trample on your father. You are fahie Ik'low luunanitie. Y'are so beneath The title of a sonne, you cannot clayme To be a num ; and let me tell you, were you mine. Thou should'st not eat but on thy knees before me. See. O, this is not the way, This is to raise iinpatienre into fury ; I do not seek his (piiit ft)r my ease ; I can bearc all his chidings and his threats. 158 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. And take them well, very exceeding well, And finde they do me good on my owne part. Indeed they do reclaim me from those eiTors That might impeach his fortunes, but I feare Th' unquiet strife withiu him hurts himselfe. And wastes or weakens Nature, by the breach Of moderate sleepe and dyet ; and I can No lesse than grieve to finde my weaknesses To be the cause of his affliction, And see the danger of his health and being. Bough. Alas, poore man ! Can you stand open ey'd Or di-y ey'd either at this now in a father ? Greg. Why, if I grieve you, you may look of ont, I have seen more than this twice twenty times, And have as often bin deceiv'd by his dissimulations ; I can see nothing mended. Bough. He is a happy sire that has brought vp his to this. See. AH shaU be mended, son, content yourself ; But this time forget but this last fault. Greg. Yes, for a new one to-morrow. Bough. Pray, Mr. Gregory, forget it ; you see how Submissive your poore penitent is ; forget it ; Forget it ; put it out o' your head ; kuocke it Out of your braiues. I protest, if my father, Nay, if my father's dogge should have embrac't him. What was the trespasse ? It c'ud not be so hainous. Greg. Wei, sir, you now shall be a judge, for all your jeering. Was it a fatherly part, thinke you, having a sonne, To offer to enter in bonds for his nephew, so to indanger My estate to redeeme his morgage. See. But I did it not, sonne ? SCENE I.] T-Z/e" Zfl/f- LANCASHIRE WITCHES. lo'J Grey. I know it very well, but your dotage had done it, if my care had not prevented it. D()ii(/h. Is that the businesse? Why if he had done it, had hee not i)in .^utticiently sccur'd in having the morgage made over to himsclfe ? Gm/. He doe.s nothing but practice waies to undo himselfe and me : a very spendthrift, a prodigal! sire, hee was at the ale but tother day, and spent a foure-pcnny club. See. 'Tis gone and past, sonne. Greg. Can you hold your peace, sir ? And, not long ago, at the wine, he spent his teastor, and two-pence to the piper : that was brave, was it not? St'e. Truely we were civilly merry : but I have left it. Gn'ff. Your civility, have you not ? For, no longer agoe than last holiday evening, he gam'd away eight double-ring'd tokens on a nd)ber at bowles with the ciu-atc and some of his idle companions. I)oii(/h. Fie, Mr. Gregorj- Seely ! Is this seemely in a sonne ? You'le have a rod for the childe, your father, shortly, I feare. Alasse, did hee make it cry ? Give me a stroke and I'le beat him : bless me, thev make me almost as mad as themselves. Grey. Twerc good you would meddle with your own matters, sir. See. Sonne, sonne. Grey. Sir, sir, as I am not behohlcn to you for house or land, for it has stood in the name of my ancestry, the Seelyes, above two hundred yeares, so will I look you leave all as you found it. Enter LawTcnee. Laic. What is the matter : can yeow tell ? Grey. O, Lawrence, welcom. Thou wilt make al wel, I am sure. Law. Vie, wliick way c(m yeow tell? But what the foule evill doonc yee, hcres sick an a din. Doiiy/i. Art thou his man, fellow, ha ! that talkest thus to him ? 160 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act i. Law. Yie, sir, and what ma' yeow o' that ? He mainteynes me to rule him, and I'lc deu't, or ma' the heart weaiy o'the wcambe on him. Bouyh. This is quite upside do^vne ; the sonne con trolls the father, and the man overcrowes his master's coxscombe ; sure they are all bewitch'd. Gre(j. 'Twas but so, truely LawTence ; the peevish old man vex't me, for which I did my duty, in telling him his owne, and Mr. Doughty here maintaines him agamst me. Law. I forbodden yeow to meddle with the old carle, and let me alone with him, yet yeow still be at liim ; hee serv'd yeow but weell to bast ye for't, ant he were stronk enough ; but an I faw fowle with yee, an I swaddle yee not savorly may my girts brast. See. Prethee, good Lawrence, be gentle, and do not fright thy master so. Law. Yie, at your command anon. Lough. Enough, good Lawrence ; you have said enough. Law. How trow yeou that? A fine world, when a man cannot be whyet at heame for busie brain'd neighbors. Bovgh. I know not what to say to any thing here ; this cannot be but witchcraft. Enter Joane and Winny. Win. I cannot indure it, nor I will not indiu-e it. Bough. Hey day ! the daughter upon the mother too? Win. One of us two, chuse you which, must leave the house ; wee are not to live together, I see that ; but I ■i\ill know, if there be law in Lancashu'e for't, which is fit first to depart the house or the world, the mother or the daughter. Joan. Daughter, I say. Win. Do you say the daughter, for that word I say the mother, unlesse you can prove me the eldest, as my discretion almost warrants SCENE I.] r//e Z«/e LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 161 it, I say the mother shall out bels have rung out this halfo houre, harkc now the wind Ijrings the sound of them sweetly againe. Joan. They ring backwards methinks. See. I fack they doe, sure the greatest fire in the parish is in our kitchin, and there's no harme done yet; no, 'tis some merry conceit of the stretch-ropes the ringers, now they have done, and now the wedding comes; hearke, the fidlers and all. Now have I liv'd to see a day ; come, take our stand, and be ready for the bride-cake, which we will so cracke and crumble upon her crowne : O they come, they come. Enter Musitians, Lawrence, Parnell, Win., Mai. Spencer, two Country Lasses, Doughty, Greg., Arthur, Shakstone, Bantam, and Whetstone. All. Joy, health, and children to tlie married paire. Law. and Parn. We thanke you all. Law. So pray come in and fare. Parn. As well as we, and taste of every cate -. Law. With boiuiy bridegroome and his lovely mate. Arth. This begins bravely. l)oiif/li. They agree better then the l)els eene now; 'slid they rung tunably till we were all out of the church, and then they clatter'd as the divell had beene in the bellfry : on, in the name of wedlockc fidlers, on. Law. On with your melody. Hunt. Enter the gates with joy, And as you enter, phiy the sack of Troy. [7'//r Fidlers /;«#i(e through and play thr hat fir. 182 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act hi. The Spirit cqjpeares. Joan. Welcome, bride ParneU. See. Bridegrooine LawTcnce eke, In you before, for we this cake must breake. \_Exit Lawrence. Over the bride — \_As they lift iq) the cake, the Spirit snatches it, Forgi' me what's become and poures down bran. O' th' cake, ^vife? Joan. It shpt out of my hand, and is falne into crums I think. Do!'f/h. Crumbs ! the divell of crum is here, but bran, nothing but bran — what prodigie is this ? Parn. Is my best brides cake come to this ? O wea warth it. \_Exit Parn., Seely, Joane, and Maides. WlLct. How daintily the brides haire is powder'd with it. Arth. My haii'e stands an end to see it ! Bant. And mine. Sliak. I was never so amaz'd ! Bouyli. What can it meaue ? Greg. Pox, I think not on't, 'tis but some of my fathers and mothers roguery ; this is a law-day with 'em, to doe what they list. Whet. I never feare any thing, so long as my aunt has but bidden me thiuke of her, and she'll warrant me. Bough. Well, gentlemen, let's follow the rest in, and feare nothing yet, the house smels well of good cheere. See. Gentlemen, will it please you draw neere ? the guests are now all come, and the house almost full, meat's taken up. Bough. We were now comming. A^'t'. But Sonne Gregory, nephew Arthur, and the rest of the young gentlemen, I shall take it for a favora- if you will (it is an office which very good gentlemen doe in this country,) accompane the bridegroome in serving the meat. All. With all om' hearts. SCENE I.] Thi' Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 183 See. Nay, neighbor Doughty, your yeares shall excuse you. Douc/h. Pcugh, I am not so old but I can carry more meate then I can eate, if the young rascals coo'd carry their drinke as well, the countrj' woidd be quieter. \KiiQi:k icithin, as at dresser. See. Well fare yoiu" hearts — the dresser calls in, gentlemen. [Exeunt Gentlemen.] 'Tis a busie time, yet w^ill I review the bill of fare for this dayes dmner (reac/es) for forty people of the best quality, four messes of meat ; viz., a leg of mutton in plum broth, a dish of maiTOW-bones, a capon in white broth, a surloyne of beefe, a pig, a goose, a turkie, and two pyes ; for the second course, to every messe fom- chickens in a dish, a couple of rabbets, custard, flawii, florentines, and stew'd pniines ; all very good country fare, and for my credit. [Jw/tn- .MusitiansyVfly/z/y be/ore Lawrence, Doughty, Arthur, Shakstone, Bantam, ^^'hetstone, a//d Gregoiy, icit/i dis/ies ; a Sj)irit {over the doore) dues some action to the dishes as they enter?\ The ser\ire enters, O, well sayd musicke, play up the meat to the tabic till all l)e serv'd in ; I'le see it passe in answer to my bill. Doiij/h. Hold up your head, Mr. Bridegroome. Law. Oil afore, tidlers, my doubler cewles in my bonds. See. Imprinnis. a leg of mutton in plum l)r()th ; how now, Mr. Bridegroome, what cairy you? Law. 'Twere hot eene, now it's caw'd as a stcane. See. A stone, 'tis home, man. Law. Aw. \Exit. Fidlers. See. It was mutton, but now 'tis the horns on't. Linr. Aw, whcre's my bride? [Exit. Doiit/h. 'Zookes, I brought as good a siu-loyne of beefe from the dresser as knife coo'd be |)ut to, and see — I'le stay i' this house no longer. .//■///. .\nd if this were not a capon in white broth, I am one i' the coope. Shah. Ail, ail's transfonn'd, looke you what 1 iiave ! 184 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act ni. Bant. And I ! Wliet. And I ! yet I feare nothing, thank my aunt. Gre(/. I had a pie that is not open'd yet, I'le see what's in that, — live birds as true as I live, look where they flye ! \_Exit Spirit : Bough. Witches, live witches, the house is fuU of witches, if we love oiu- lives let's out on't. Enter Joane and W'in. Joan. husband, O guests, O sonne, O gentlemen, such a chance in a kitchin was never heard of, all the meate is flowne out o' the chiumey top I thinkc, and nothing instead of it but snakes, batts, frogs, beetles, hornets, and humble-bees ; aU the sallets are turn'd to Jewes eares, mushromes, and puckfists ; and aU the custards into cowsheards ! Bough. What shall we doe, dare we stay any longer ? Arth. Dare we ! why not, I defie aU witches, and all their works ; their power on oiu" meat caimot reach oiu" persons. JHiet. I say so too, and so my aunt ever told me, so long I will feare nothing, be not afrayd, Mr. Doughty. Bough. Zookes, I feare nothing at all, but to thinke of these invisible mischiefes, troubles me I confesse. Artli. Sii', I will not goe about to over-rule yom* reason, but for my part I will not out of a house on a bridaU day, till I see the last man borne. Bough. Zookes, thou art so brave a fellow that I will stick to thee, and if we come off handsomely, I am an old batchelour thou know'st, and must have an heyre ; I like thy spirit. ^\liere's the bride ? where's the bridegroome? where's the nuisicke? Avhere be the lasses? ha' you any wine i' the house ? Though we make no dinner, let's try if we can make an afternoone. Joan. Nay, sir, if you please to stay, now that the many are frighted away, I have some good cold meates, and halfe a dozen bottles of wine. SCENE 1.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 185 See. And I will bid yoii welcome. Dough. Say you me so ; but will not your sonne be angry, and your daughter cliide you ? Greg. Feare not you that, sir ; for, look you, I obey my father. Win. And I my mother. Joan. And we are all this instant as well and as sensible of our former errors, as you can wish us to be. Dough. Xa, if the witches have but rob'd of your meat, and restor'd your reason, here has beene no hurt done to-day ; but this is strange, and as great a wonder as the rest to me. Arth. It seemes though these hags had power to make the wedding cheere a decepfio visiui, the former store has scap'd 'em. Dough. I am glad on't, but the divell good 'hem with my surloyne. I thought to have set that by mine owne trencher, — but you have cold meat, you say ? Joan. Yes, sir. Dough. And wine, you say ? Joan. Ves, sir. Dough. I hope the country wenches and the fidlers are not gone. Win. They are all here ; and one, the merriest wench, that makes all the rest so laugh and tickle. See. Gentlemen, will you in ? .///. Agreed on all parts. Dough. If not a wedding we ivill make a wake on't, and away with the witch ; 1 feare nothing now you have your wits againe ; but look you, hold 'em while you have 'era. [Em/n/. Enter Generous and Robin, with a jjnjjer. (Jriirr I confesse thou hast done a wonder in fetching me so uood wine ; but, my good senant Rfjbert, goe not al)out t(j put a niyraeie upon me : I will rather beleeve that Lancaster affords tiiis wini', wiiich •21 1S6 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act hi. 1 thought impossible tiU I tasted it, then that thoii coo'dst in one night fetch it from Loudon. Rob. I have known when you have held mee for an honest fellow, and Avoidd have beleev'd me. Gi'iier. Th'art a knave to wish me beleeve this ; forgi' me, I would have sworne if thou had'st stayd but time answerable for the journey (to his that flew to Paris and back to London in a day) it had been the same wme, but it can never fall within the compasse of a Christians beleefe, that thou cou'ldst ride above three hundred miles in eight houres ; you were no longer out, and upon one horse too, and in the night too ! Roh. And carry a Mench behind me too, and did something else too ; but 1 must not speak of her lest I be divell-torne. Gener. And fill thy bottles too, and come home halfe drunke too, for so thou art, thou wouldst never a had such a fancy else ! Rob. I am sorry I have sayd so much, and not let Lancaster have the credit o' the wine. Gener. O, are you so ? and why have you abus'd me and yom* selfe then aU this while, to glorifie the Myter in Fleet-street ? Rob. I could say, sir, that you might have the better opinion of the wine, for there are a great many pallats in the kingdonie that can relish no wine, unlesse it be of such a taverne, and di'awne by such a drawer. Gener. I sayd, and T say againe, if I were mthin ten mile of Loudon, I durst sweare that this was Myter wine, and drawn by honest Jacke Paine. Rob. Nay, then, sir, I swore, and I sweare againe, honest Jack Paine drew it. Gener. Ha, ha, ha ! if I coo'd beleeve there was such a thing as witchcraft, I should thinke this slave were bewitch'd now with an opinion. SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 187 Rofj, Much good doe you sir, your wine and your mirth, and inv place for your next groome; I desire not to stay to be lauglit out of my opinion. Griii'r. Nay, he not angry, Robin, we must not part so ; and how does my honest 'di-awer? ha, ha, ha! and wliat newes at Lon(h)n, Robin? ha, ha, ha ! but your stay was so short I think you coo'd heai-e none, and your haste home that you coo'd make none : is't not so, Robin? ha, ha, ha ! what a strange fancy has good wine begot in his head ! Rob. Now will I push lum over and over with a peece of pajjcr : Yes, sir, I have brought you something from London. Grner. Come on, now let me heare. Rob. Your honest drawer, sir, considering that you consider'd him well for his good wine — Gener. What shall we heare now ? Rob. Was very carefull to keepe or convay this paper to you, which it seemes you dropt in the roonie there. Gout. Hlessc me ! tiiis paj)er behjugs to me indeed ; 'tis an accjuittance, and all 1 have to show for the payment of one hundred pound : 1 tooke great care for't, and coo'd not imagine where or how I might loose it ; but why may not this bee a tricke? This knave iiiav tinde it when I lost, and conceale it till now to come over me withal! ; 1 will not trouble my thoughts with it further at tliis time. \\\\\, Robin, looke h) vour busiiiesse, and have a care of mv gueldiiui. [Kri/ (ienerous. Rob. Yes, sir. I think I have netled him now, but not as ] was netled last nigiit : three hundred miles a night upon a nuvljou'd divell, as in my heart it was a divell, and then a wt'iich that shar'd more o' my baeke then the sayd divell did o' my bum, this is ranke riding, my masters : l)ut why had I such an itch to tell mv master of it, and that he sliould beleeve it; 1 doe now wish that I had not told, and that hee will not beleeve it, for I dare not tell him the nieam-s : 'sfoot, my wench and her friends the fiends, will tear me to pieces if 188 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act hi. I discover her ; a notable rogue, she's at the wedding now, for as good a mayd as the best o'em — 0, my mistresse. Enter Airs. Generous with a bridle. Mrs. Gener. Robin. Itoh. I mistresse. Mrs. Gener. Quickly, good Robin, the gray guelding. Boh. What other horse yoii please, mistresse. Mrs. Gener. And why not that ? Bob. Truly, mistresse, pray pardon me, I nuist be plaine M-ith you ; I dare not deliver him you ; my master has tane notice of the iU case you have brought him home in divers times. Mrs. Gener. O is it so, and must he be made acquainted with my actions by you ? and must I then be controll'd by him, and now by you ? you are a sawcy groome. Bob. You may say your pleasure. \He turnesfrom her. Mrs. Gener. No, sir, I'le doe my pleasure. \She bridles him. Bob. Aw. Mrs. Gener. Horse, horse, see thou bee, And where I point thee carry me. \Exeiint im(/hin(j. Enter Arthm-, Skakeston, and Bantam. Arth. Was there ever such a medley of mirth, madnesse, and drunkennesse shuffled together ! Shah. Thy vnckle and aiuit, old Mr. Seely and his wife, doe nothing but kisse and play together like monkeyes. Arth. Yes, they doe over-love one another now. Bant. And young Gregory and his sister doe as much overdoe their obedience now to their parents. Arth. And their parents as much over-doat upon them ; they are all as farre beyond then- wits now in loving one another, as they were wide of them before in crossing. scEN-E I.] The Late LANCASHIRE AVITCHES. 1S9 Shdk. Yet this is the better madnesse. Bant. But the married couple tliat are both so daintily whitled, that now they are both mad to be a bed before sup])er-time, and by and by he will and she wo' not ; streight she will and he wo' not ; the next minute they both forget they are married, and defie one another. Arth. My sides eene ake with laughter. Shak. But the best sport of all is the old batehelour, Master Doughty, that was so cautious, and fear'd every thing to be witch- rraft, is now wound up to such a confidence that there is no such thing, that hee dares the divell doe his worst, and will not out o'the house by all persuasion, and all for the love of the husband-man's daughter within, Mai Spencer. .//•///. Then' I am in some danger ; he put me into halfe a beliefe I shall be his heii-e; pray shea be not a witch, to charme his love from mec. Of what condition is that wench — do'st thou know her? Shak. A little ; but \\'hetstone knowes her better. Arth. Hang him, rogue; he'le belye her, and speak better than she deserves, for he's in love with her too. I saw old Doughty give him a box o' the eare for kissing her, and hee tm-n'd about as he did by thee yesterday, and swore his aunt should know it. Bant. Who would ha' thought that impudent rogue would have come among us after such a battle ! Shak. He told me he had complain'd to his aunt on us, and that she would speak with us. .//•///. Wee will all to her to patch up the businesse, for the respect 1 beare her husband, noble Generous. Bant. Here he comes. Enter Whetstone. Arth. Hearkc you, Mr. Byblow ; do you know the lasse within ? ANliat do you call her — Mai Spencer? 190 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act in. Whet. Sir, what I know I'le keepe to uiyselfe : a good civile merry harmlesse rogue she is, and comes to my aunt often, and that's all I know by her. Arth. You doe well to keepe it to yourselfe, sir. Whet. And you may do well to question her, if you dare ; for tlie testy old coxcombe that Avill not let her goe out of his hand — Shak. Take heed ; he's at your heels. JEnter Doughty, j\Ial, and two countrey Lasses. Bough. Come away, wenches : where are you, gentlemen ? Play, fidlers : let's have a dance. Ha, my little rogue ! [A'mv-'.y Mal\. Zookes ! what ayles thy nose ? Mai. My nose ! Nothing, sir \turnes ahout~\ ; yet mee thought a flie toucht it. Did you see any thing ? Bough. No, no ; yet I would ahnost ha' sworn, I would not have sprite or goblin blast thy face for aU their kingdome : but hang't there is no such thing. Fidlers, will you play ? [Seleiii/ers round.] Gentlemen, will you dance ? Jll. With all our hearts. Jrth. But stay : where's this houshold — this faniOy of love ? Let's have them into the revels. Dough. Hold a little, then. Shak. Here they come all, in a true-love knot. U/iter Seely, Joaue, Greg., Win. Gng. O, father, twentie time^ a day is too little to aske you blessing ! -Si?^'. Goe too, you are a rascall, and you, houswife, teach rour daughter better manners ; I'le ship you all for New England els. Bant. The knot's untied, and this is another change. Joan. Ye.s, I will teach her manners, or put her out to sj)iii two- SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 191 pciinv tow : so you, dcaro husband, will but take me into favor ; I'le talkc with you, dame, when the strangers are gone. Gri'g. Dcare father. Win. Dcare mother. Greg., Win. Deare father and mother, pardon us but this time. Sci'., Joa. Never ; and therefore hold yoiu' peace. Dough. Nay, that's mireasonable. Greg., Win. O ! \Weepe. See. But for your sake I'lc forbeare them, and beare with any thing this day. .//•///. Doc vou note this ? Now they are all worse than ever thev were, in a contrary vaine : what thinke you of \\ itchcraft now ? Dough. They are all natm'all fooles, man, I finde it now. Art thou mad to dreanie of witchcraft ? Arth. He's as much chang'd and bewitcht as they, I feare. Dough. Hey day ! Here comes the payrc of boyld lovers in sorrell sops. Enter Law rence (ind Parnell. Lmr. Nay, deare hunny, nay, hunny, but eance, eance. Par. Na, na, I han 'swame, I han 'swarne, not a bit afore bed, and look yeou it's but now dauncing time. Dough. Come away, bridegroome, wee'll stay yom* stomack with a daunce. Now, masters, play a good : come, my lasse, wee'l shew them how 'tis. S^Muaiche, nelengers round. Js theg begin to daunce theg plug another tune, then fall into many. Arth., Bant., Shah, ^^'hetller now, hoe? Dough. Hey day I why, you rogues. Whet. What do's the divell ride o' your fiddlcstickes ? Dounh. You drunken rogues, hold, hold, 1 sav, and begin ajiaine. soberly, the Beginning of the World. \MuHivke, every one a aeverall tunc. 192 Tke Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act hi. Arth., Bant., Shak. Ha, ha, ha ! How's this ? Bant. Every oue a severaU tune. Bough. This is something towards it. I bad them play the Beginning o' the World, and they play I know not what. Arth. No, 'tis Running o' the Country, severall waies. But what do you thinke on't ? \}Imicke cease. Boii(/h. Thinke ! I thinke they are drunke. Prithee doe not thou thinke of Antclicraft ? For my part I shall as soone thinke this maid one, as that there's any in Lancashire. Mai. Ha, ha, ha! Bou(jh. Why do'st thou laugh? Mai. To thinke the bridegroome should once ha' bin mine, but he shall rue it, I'le hold him this pomt on't, and that's all I care for him. Lough. A witty rogue. TVlict. I tell you, sir, they say shee made a payle foUow her t'other day up two payre of stayres. Bough. You lying rascaU. Arth. O sir, forget yoiu- anger. Mai. Looke you, Mr. Bridegroome, what my care provides for you. Law. What, a point? Mai. Yes, put it in yom- pocket, it may stand you instead anon, when all yoiu- points be tane away, to trusse up yoiu' trinkits ; I meane yom- slopes withall. Law. Mai, for awd acquaintance I will ma' thy pomt a point of preferment. It shan bee the foreman of a haell jewrie o'points, and right here will I weare it. Par. Wy'a, wy'a, awd leove wo no be forgetten, but ay's never be jealous the mare for that. Arth. Play, fidlers, anything. Bough. I, and let's see your faces, that you play fau'ly with us. Musitians shew themselves above. SCENE I.J y-iie Zfl/irc we cannot, nor approve them fit To be their owne disposers, that would give The governance of such a house and living Into their vassailes hands, to thrust them out on't Without or law or order : this consider 'd This gentleman and myselfe have taken home. By faire entreaty, the old folkes to his house. The young to mine, untill some wholesome order. By the judicious of the Connnonwealth, Shall for their persons and estate be taken. Ihinf. Hut what becomes of Lawrence and his Parnell ? The lusty couple, what doe they now ? Doiir//i. Alas, ])oore folkes, they are as farre to seeke of how they doe, or what they doe, or what they should doe, as any of the rest: they are all growne ideots, and till some of these danmable jades, with their divellish devises bee foimd out, to discharmc them, no remedy can be found. I mean to lay the country for their hagships, and if 1 caii anticipate the puqiose of their grand Mr. Divell to confound 'e before their leasee be out, be sure I'le do't. 'yA shout within. Cry. A Skimington, a Skimington, a Skimington ! Bonyh. What's the matter now ? is hell broke loose? 208 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act iv. Elder Mr. Sliakstone. Arth. Tom Sliakstone, how now, canst teU the uewes ? Shak. The news, ye heare it up i'th aire, do you not ? With 1)1. A Skimington, a Skimiiigton, a Skimiugton! Shak. Hearke ye, do ye not heare it ? There's a Skimington, towards gentlemen. Bough. Ware wedlocke hoe. Bant. At whose suit, I prithee, is Don Skimington come to towne ? 8hal\ He tell you, gentlemen, since you have taken home old Seely and his wife to your house, and you their son and daughter to yom-s, the house-keepers Lawrence and his late bride Parnell are fallen out by themselves. Arth. How, prithee? Shah. The quarrell began, they say, upon the wedding-night, and in the bride-bed. Bant. For want of bedstaves ? Shak. No, but a better implement ; it scemes the bridegroome was unprovided of, a homely tale to tell. Bough. Now out upon her, shee has a greedy worme in her ; I have heard the fellow complained on, for an over mickle man among the maids. Arth. Is his haste to goe to bed at afternoone come to this now? 'Dough. Witchery, witchery, more witchery, still flat and plaine witchery. Now do I thinke upon the codpeece point the young jade gave him at the wedding : shee is a witch, and that was a charme, if there be any in the world. Arth. A ligatory point. Ba»f. Alas, poore Lawrence ! Shak.' He's commiug to make his moue to you about it, and she too, since you have taken then.- masters and mistresses to your care, you must do them right too. SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 209 Douyh. Marry, but De not undertake her at these yeares, if lust, Lawrence, caiuiot do't. Bant. But has she beaten liim ? Shak. Grievously broke his head in I know not how many places : of which the hoydens have taken notice, and will have a Skiniington on horse-backe presently. Looke ye, here comes both plaiutiflfe and defendant. Enter Lawrence and Parnell. Douf/h. How now, Lawrence ! AMiat, has thy wedlock brought thee already to thy night-cap? Laic. Yie gadwat, sir, I ware wadded but aw to feun. Par. Han yeou reeson to complayne, or ay trow yeou gatl'er Downought? Wa wartli the day that ever I wadded a Downougiit. Arth., Bant., S/iak. Nay, hold, Parnell, hold ! Dough. We have heard enough of your valour already; wee know you have beaten him, let that suttice. Parn. Ware ever poore mayden betrayed as ay ware unto a swag- bellied carle that cannot, aw waw, that cannot ? Doiiyh. What sales she? Doiiyh. I know not; she catterwawles, I think. Parnell, lie patient, good Parnell, and a little modest too, 'tis not amisse ; wee know not the relish of every care that heares us ; let's talke within ourselvi's. What's the defect? What's the impedunent? Lawrence has had a lusty name among the batchellors. Parn. What he ware wluii he ware a batchelor, I know better than the best maid i' th' tawne. 1 wad 1 had not. Arth., Bant., Shak. Peace, Parnell. Parn. 'Tware that cossen'd me ; he has not now as he had fli;Mi. Arth., Bant., Shak. Peace, good Parnell. Parn. For then he could, but now he cannot, he cannot. Arth., Bant., Shak. Fie, Paniell, fie ! Parn. I say agean and agcan, hec cannot, he cannot. 27 ■no The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act iv. Arth., Bant., Shak. Alas ! poore Pamell. Parn. I am not a bit the better for him, sin Avye ware wad. [^Cries. Bough. Here's good stuffe for a jiu'ie of women to pass upon. Arth. But Parnell, why have you beaten him so grievously ? A^Tiat would you have him doe in this case ? Bough. He's out of a doing case it seemes. Parn. Marry, sir, and beat him will I into his grave, or backe to the priest, and be unwadded agone ; for I wonot bee baund to lig with him and live with him, the laife of an honest woman for aw the lavves good i' Loncoshii'e. Bough. An honest woman : that's a good mind, Parnell. What say you to this, Lawrence ? Law. Keepe her of o' me, and I shan teln yeou and she be by, I am nobody ; but keep her off and search me, let me be searcht as never witch was searcht, and finde anything mor or lasse upo me than a sufKcient nion shold have, and let me honckt by't. Artli. Do you heare this, Parnell ? Parn. Ah, leear, leear, deel tacke the leear, troist yee and hong yee. Bough. Alasse, it is too plaine, the poore fellow is bewitcht. Here's a plaine maleficium versus hanc now. Arth. And so is she bewitcht too into this immodesty. Bant. She would never talke so else. Law. I pray'n yeou gi' me the lere o' that Latine, sir. Bough. The meaning is, you must get half6-a-dozen bastards within this twelvemoneth, and that will mend yoiu- next mariage. Law. And I thought it would ma' Parnell love me, I'd be sure on't, and gang about it now right. Shak. Y' are soone provided it seems for such a journey. Bough. Best tarry till thy head be whole, LawTence. Parn. Nay, nay, ay's white casten away ent I bee vnwadded agen, and then Ine undertack to find three better husbands in a bean cod. Shak. Hearke, gentlemen, the show is comming. SCENE I.] 7%? Zafe LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 211 Arth. What, shall we stay and sec't ? liant. O, by all means, gentlemen. Dough. 'Tis best to have these away first. Pnrn. Nay, mary shan yeou not, sir. I heare yeou well enogh.and I con the meaning o' the show well enogh ; an I stay not the show, and see not the show, and ma' one i' the show, let me be honckt up for a show. He ware them to mel or ma with a woman that mels or mae's with a testril a longie, a dow little losell that cannot ; and if 1 skim not their Skimington's cockskeam for't, ma that wai'plin boggle me a week lonker, and that's a curse eno' for any wife, I tro. Bough. Agreed, perhaps 'twill mend the sport. \Enter drum beating before a Skimington and his Wife on a horse ; divers country Rusticks ; as they jjasse Parnell pulls Skimington off the horse, and Lawrence, Skimington's wife ; theg beat 'cm . drum beats alar ; horse conies away. The Hoydens at first ojjjj simhic li\c in Lapland as Lancashire hereafter. Shak. What, for a false, illusive apparition? i hope the divell is not able to perswade thee thon art a l)astar(!. 230 The Late LANCASHIRE AVITCHES. [act v. Bant. No, but I am aiflicted to tliinke that the divell should have })o\ver to put such a trick upon us, to countenance a rascal that is one. Shed-. I hope Arthur has taken a course with his vucle about him by this time. AVho AA'ould have thought such a foole as hee could have beene a witch ? Bant. Why doe you thinke there's any wise folks of the quahty ? Can any but fooles be drawne into a covenant with the greatest enemy of ciankind ? Yet I cannot thinke that Whetstone is the witch ? The young queane that was at the wedding was i'th' house, yee know. Enter Lawrence and Parnell, in their first habits. Shak. See Lawrence and Parnell civilly accorded againe, it seemes, and accoutred as they were wont to be when they had their wits. Law. Blest be the houre, I say, my hunny, may sweet Pall, that ay's becom'd thaine agone, and thou's becom'd maine agone, and may this ea kisse ma us tway become both eane for ever and a day. Parn. Yie, marry, Lidl, and thus shadden it be ; there is nought getten by fawing out ; we mun faw in or we get nought. Bant. The world's well mended here ; we cannot but rejoyce to see this, Lawrence. Laiv. And you been welcome to it, gentlemen. Parn. And wee been glad to see it. Shak. And I protest I am glad to see it. Parn. And thus shan yeou see't till our deeing houre. Ween eon leove now for a laife time, the dewle shonot ha the poore to put us to peeces agone. Bant. Why now all's right and straight, and as it should be. Late. Yie, many, that is it ; the good houre be blessed for it, that put the wit into may head, to have a mistrust of that pestilent cod- peece-pomt, that the witched worch, Mai Spencer, go me ; ah, woe worth her, that were it that made aw so nought ! SCENE I.J The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 231 Jiaiit. and S/iak. It's possible ? Parn. Yic, many, it wore an iiicliauntment, and abont an houre since it come infill our hearts to doe — what yeou thinke ? — and wc did it. Baiif. ^\^lat, Parnell? Parn. Marry, we take the point, and we casten the point into the fire, and the point spitter'd and spattcr'd in the fire, like an it were (love blesse us), a laive thing in the faire ; and it hopet and skippct, and riggled, and frisket in the faire, and crept about laike a wornic in tlie fau-e, that it were warke enough for us both with all the chimney tooles to keepe it into the faire, and it stinket in the faire, worsen tliaii ony brimstone in the faire. B/tiif. This is wonderfull as all the rest. Law. It wolld ha scar'd only that hadden tlieir wits till a seen't, and wc werne mad eont it were deone. Par/t. And this were not above an houre sine, and you connot devaise how we han lov'd t'ont' other by now, yeou woud een blisse your selu to see't. Law. Yie an han pit on our working geere, to swinke and serve our master and maistresse like intill painfull servants agone, as wc shuddcn. Jiant. 'Tis wondrous well. S/iak. And are they well agen ? Parn. Yie and wcel's luike Heane bhsse them ; they are awas wcel becom'd as none ill had everbecne aneast' hem ; Id ye, lo ye, as thev come. Enter Seely, Joane, Gregory, and Win. Greg. Sir, if a contrite heart, strucke through with sence Of its sharpe errors, bleeding with remorse. The blacke polluted staine it had conceived, Of foule unnaturall disobedience, May yet, by your faire mercy, finde remission ; 232 The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act v. You shall upraise a soiine out o' the gulph Of hoiTour and despaire, unto a blisse That shall for ever crowne your goodnesse, and Instructive in my after life to serve you, In all the duties that befit a sonne. Sec. Enough, enough, good boy ; 'tis most apparant We all have had our errors, and as plainly It now appeares, our judgments, yea our reason W^as poyson'd by some violent infection. Quite contrary to nature. Bant. This sounds well. See. I feare it was by witchcraft : for I know (Blest be the power that wrought the happy means Of my deUverj'), remember that, Some three months since I crost a wayward woman (One that I now suspect), for bearing with A most unseemly disobedience, In an untoward ill-bred sonne of hers, "V\1ien, with an ill looke and an hollow voyce. She mutter 'd out these words. Perhaps ere long Thy selfe shalt be obedient to thy sonne. She has play'd her pranke it seemes. Gron- Sir, I have heard that witches apprehended under hands of lawfull authority, doe loose their power, and all their spels are instantly dissolv'd. See. If it be so, then at this happy houre. The witch is tane that over us had power. Joan. Enough, childe, thou art mine, and all is well. Win. Long may you live, the well-spring of my blisse. And may my duty and my fruitfull prayers D\K\\ a perpetuall streame of blessings from you. SCENE 1.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. lU * Si'e. Gentlemen, welcome to my best friend's house ; You know the unhapj)}' cause that ckcw me hethcr. Bant. And cannot but rcjoyce to see the remedy so neere at hand. , AWfijfcDoughty, Miller, (uid Boy. Doiif/h. Come, Gossip, come Boy. Gentlemen, you are come to tiie bravest discovery. Mr. Secly ^nd the rest, how is't with you ? You look reasonable well me thinkcs. See. Sir, we doe find that we have reason enough to thank yon for your neighbourly and pious care of us. Doiiffli. Is all so well with you already? Goe to, will vdu know a reason for't, gentlemen : I have catcht a whole kennel of witches. It seemes their witch is one of them, and so they are discharm'd ; they are all in officers hands, and they will touch here with two or three of them, for a little private parley, before they goe to the justices. Master Generous is coming hither too, with a supply that you dream not of, and your nephew Arthur. Hiiitt. You are beholden, sii-, to Master Generous, in belialfe of your nephew for saving his land from forfeiture in time of yoiu- distraction. See. I will acknowledge it most thankfully. S/ifik. See, he comes. Kilter Mr. Generous, Mrs. Generous, Arthur, ^Vhetstone, Mai, Soldier, and Robin. See. O, Mr. Generous, the noble favour you have shew'd My nephew for ever bindes me to you. Gciicr. I pittyed then your misery, and now Have nothing left but to bewayle mine owne In this unhapjjy woman. 30 234 The Lafe LANCASHIRE WITCHES. [act v. See. Good ^listresse Generous Jrfh. Make a full stop there, sir; sides, sides, make sides; you kuow her not as I doe : stand aloofe there, mistresse, with your darling witch ; your nephew too, if you please, because, though he be no witch, he is a wel-willer to the infernal science. . Gener. I utterly discard him in her blood. And all the good that I intended him I will conferre upon this vertuous gentleman. Ifliet. Well, sir, though you be no vncle, yet mine aunt's mine aunt, and shall be to her dying day. Bough. And that will be about a day after next sizes I take it. Enter Witches, Constable, and OtHcers. O here comes more o' yom* uaunts, naunt Dickenson and naimt Hargrave, ods fish and your granny Johnson too ; we want but a good fire to entertain 'em. Arth. See how they lay tlieii' heads together ! Gil. Xo succour, \_Wifche-s cliarme together. Mawd. No reliefe. Peg. No comfort ! All. INlawsey, my Mawsey, gentle ]\Iawsey come. Muted. Come, my sweet puckling. Pey. j\Iy Mamilion. Arth. What doe they say? Bant. They call their spirits, I thinke. Dough. Now a shame take you for a fardell of fooles, have you knowne so many of the Divcls tricks, and can be ignorant of that com- mon feate of that old jugler ; that is, to leave you all to the law, when you are once seized on by the tallons of authority? He undertake this little demigorgon constable with these common-wealth characters upon SCENE I.] The Late LANCASHIRE WITCHES. 235 his staffe here, is able in spite of all your bugs-words till you conu' to his kiiigdome to him, and there take what you can finde. Arth. But, gentlemen, shall we try if we can by examination get from them something that may abbreviate the cause unto the wiser in connnission for the peace, before wee carry them before 'em ? Gi'iier. and See. Let it be so. Dou(jh. Well say, stand out Boy, stand out Miller, stand out Robin, stand out Soldier, and lay your accusation upon 'em. Bant. Speake, boy, doe you know these creatures, women I dare not call 'em ? Boy. Yes, sir, and saw them all in the barnc together, and many more, at their feast and x^itcherv. Rot). And so did I, by a divellish token, I was rid thither, though I rid home againe as fast without switch or spur. J///. I was ill handled by them in the mill. Sold. And I sliced off" a cats foot tliere, that is since a hand, wlio ever wants it. See. How I and all my family have suffered, you all know. Law. And how I were bewitched, my Pall here knowes. Parii. Yic Lall, and the witch I knaw, an I prayen yeou goe me but leave to scrat her well-favorely. Bruit. Hold, Paniell. Pant. Yeou can blame no honest woman, 1 trow, to scrat for the thing she leoves. Mai. 1 la, ha, ha ! Lough. Doc you laugh, gentlewoman ? what say you to all these matters ? .I//-.V. Goner. I will say nothing, but what you know you know, And as the law shall finde me let it take me. Gil. And so say I. Maird. And I. 236 The Lot,' LANCASHIRE \YITCIIES. [act v. Mai. And I, other confession you get none from us. Artli TMiat say you to granny ? Pe(/. Maniilion, ho MamiUon, Mamilion. Jrt/i. Who's that 3'ou call? Peff. My friend, my sweet-heart, my mamilion. Witches. You ai-e not mad ? Bough. Ah, ah, that's her divcll, her incubus, I warrant; take lier off from the rest they'l hurt her. Come hether poore old woman, lie dandle a 'vntcli a little, thou wilt speake, and tell the truth, and shall have favour, doubt not. Say, art not thou a witch? \They star me. Peg. 'Tis folly to dissemble, yie, sLr, I am one. Bouyh. And that jVIamilion which thou call'st upon Is thy famiUar diveU is't not? Nay, prithee, speake. Peg. Yes, sir. Bough. That's a good woman, how long hast liad's accjuaintance, ha? Peg. A matter of sixe years, sir. Bough. A pretty matter. "WTiat, was he like a man ? Peg. Yes, when I pleas'd. Bough. And then he lay with thee, did he not sometimes ? Peg. 'Tis folly to dissemble; twice a weeke he never faO'd me. Bough. Humh, — and how? and how a little? was he a good bcd- feUow ? Peg. 'Tis foUy to speake worse of him than he is. Bough. I trust me is't. Give the divell his 'due. Peg. He pleas'd me well, sir, like a proper man. Bough. There was sweet coupling. Peg. Ouely his flesh felt cold. Arth. He wanted his great flres about him that he has at home. Dough. Peace, and did he weare good clothes ? Peg. Gentleman like, but blacke, black points and all. Bough I, very like his points were blacke enough. But come \^ e'l sfKNKi.l Thr ImI,- LAXCASIIIKK WrrcllKS ^37 tririi' w'vfc noloiifitT. Now shall you all to the justict-s, aiul let them take ortleiwith you till the Sizes, ami then let law take his eourse, and Vivat Rex. Mr. (Jeuerous, I am sorry tor your cause of sorrow ; we shall not havi' your company r Gi'in'r. No, sir, my prayers for her soules recovery Shall not be wanting to her, hut mine eyes Must never see her more, Ro/j. Mai, adiew, sweet Mai, ride your next journev with the com- pany you have there Mm'. Well, rogue, 1 may live to ride m a coacli hetorc 1 coiiic in the gallowis yet. Ro/j. And" Mrs. the horse that stayes for you rides hettcr witli a hahri- than your ginghng hridle. [^Exeiint Gener. diid Uahin. lJuiii//i. Mr. Seely, I rejoyce for your tamilies attonement. Sci'l. And I praise heaven for you that were tlic means tn it, l)uiif//i. Oil afore Drovers with your untoward cattell. \E,r('iiiif KiTcralli/. Haul. Why ddc not you follow, .Mr. Hy-l)low. 1 thank vour aunt for the tricke slu^ wouhl have father'd us withall. Wild. Well, sir, mine aunt's mine aunt: and for that trick I will not leave her till I see her doe a worse. limit. V'are a kinde Kinsman. [^Ed'eimt. Fluiiri.sli. I'lxrs. :23S The Laic LANCASHIRE WITCHES. SONG. II ACT. Come, Mawsy, come Puckliiig, And come my sweet suckling, My pretty ]\Iamillion, my Joy, Fall each to liis duggy. While kindly we huggie. As tender as niirse over boy. Then suck our blouds freely, and with it be jolly, ^Vhile merrily we sing hey, trolly, lolly. We'l dandle and clip yee, ' W'e'l stroke yee, and leape yee, "; And aU that we have is your due ; '■ The feates you doe for us, | And those which you store us ■ Withal, tyes us onely to you. < Then suck our blouds freely, and with it l)c jolly, While merrily we sing hey, trolly, lolly. EPILOGUE. ATOW while the witches imist expect their due. '^ Hv lawful! justice, we appeale to you For favourable censure ; what their crime May bring upon 'em, ripens yet of time Has not reveal'd. Perhaps great mercy may, After just condemnation, give them day Of longer life. We represent as nuich As they lia\ e done, before Lawes hand did touch Upon tlieir guilt. But dare not hold it tit That we for justices and judges sit. And personate their grave \nsedoines on the stage Whom we are bound to honour ; n<>. the age AUowes it not. Therefore unto tlie Lawes We can but bring the witches and tlieir cause, And there we leave 'em, as tlieir divcis did. Shoidd we goe further with 'em? Wit forbid. What of their storie further shall ensue. We must refen'c to time— ourselves to vou. l^o.NDON. — Printed by i'. Tucker, Perry's Place, Oxford Street. a THE LIBRARY «_f I ^.\J\y \J^ ::r f,'^;'''Hr^'; RrG"^',!''L :'pP'"v r;''" ""< DD 000 007 540 ,!i;i;ir il'ii m Pill ill 11 illil ill jlliilliillli k