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Scea. 3a.

Enter Duchesse: Heccat. Firestone
Hec.
What death is't you desire for Almachildes?

Duch.
a sodaine, and a subtle.

Hec.
then J haue fitted you,
here lye the Guifts of both, sodaine, and subtle.
his Picture made in wax, and gently molten
by a blew fire, kindled with dead-mens Eies
will waste him by degrees.

Duch.
in what time, 'pree-thee?

Hec.
perhaps in a Moones progresse,

Duch.
what? a Moneth?
out vpon pictures, if they be so tedious
give me things with some life

Hec.
then seeke no farther.

Duch.
this must be don with speed: dispatchd this night.
if it may possible

Hec.
J haue it for you
her's that will do't: stay but perfections time,
and that's not five howres hence.

Duch.
Canst thou doe this

Hec.
Can J?

Duch.
J meane so closely.

Hec.
so closely doe you meane too?

Duch-
so artfully: so cun̄ingly

Hec.
worsse, and worsse; doubts, and Jncredulities
they make me mad: Let scrupulous Greatnes know
Cum Volui ripis ipsis mirantibus Amnes,
in Fontes rediere suos, concussaque sisto,
Stantia Concutio, Cantu Freta Nubila Pello,
Nubilaque induco, Ventos, Abigoque Vocoque,
Viperias rumpo Verbis, et Carmine fauces,
Et Siluas moueo, Jubeoque tremiiscere Montes
Et mugire Solum, Manes-que exire Sepulchris.
Teque Luna traho. Can you doubt me then daughter?
That can make Mountaines tremble, Miles of woods walk
whole Earthes Foundation bellow, and the Spiritts
of the entombd, to burst-out from their Marbles;
nay, draw yond Moone, to my envolu'd Designes?

Fire

J know as well as can be, when my Mother's mad and
o
r great Catt angrie; for one spitts French then, and thother spitts Latten.

Duch.
J did not doubt you, Mother.

Hec.
No? what did you
My Powre's so firme, it is not to be questiond.

Duch.
forgive what's past: and now J know th'offensivenes
that vexes Art, J'll shun th'occasion ever.

Hec.
Leave all to me, and my five Sisters, Daughter.
Jt shall be convaid in at Howlott-time
take you no Care; My Spiritts know their Moments,
Rauen, or Screich-owle never fly by th'dore
but they call-in (J thanck 'em;) and they loose not by't
J give 'em Barley, soakd in Jnfants-Blood
they shall haue Semina, cum Sanguine
their gorge crambd full, if they come once to or house.
we are no Niggard.

Fire.

they fare but too well when they come heather: they eate
vp as much tother night, as would haue made me a good
conscionable Pudding

Hec.
give me some Lizards-Braine: quickly Firestone
wher's Grannam Stadlin, and all the rest o'th Sisters?

Fir.
all at hand forsooth.

Hec.
give me Mar maritin: some Beare-breech: wheu.

Fir.
heer's Beare-breech, and Lizards braine forsooth.

Hec.
Jnto the vessell;
and fetch three ownces of the red-haird-Girle
J killd last midnight.

Fir.
whereabouts, sweet Mother?

Hec.
Hip: Hip, or Flanck: where is the Acopus?

Fir.
you shall haue Acopus, forsooth.

Hec.
stir: stir about: whilst J begin the Charme.

A Charme Song: about a Vessell.

Black Spiritts, and white: Red Spiritts, and Gray,
Mingle, Mingle, Mingle, you that mingle may.
Titty, Tiffin: keepe it stiff in
Fire-Drake, Puckey, make it Luckey.
Liand, Robin, you must bob in
Round, a-round, about, about
All ill come runing-in, all Good keepe-out.

1. Witch
heeres the Blood of a Bat.

Hec.
Put in that: oh put in that.

2.
heer's Libbards Bane

Hec.
Put-in againe

1.
the Juice of Toad: the Oile of Adder

2.
those will make the yonker madder.

Hec.
Put in: ther's all. and rid the Stench.

Fire.
nay heeres three ounces of the red-haird wench.


all Round: around; around etc.

Hec.
so; soe enough: into the Vessell with it
there 'thath the true perfection: J am so light
at any mischeif: ther's no Villany
but is a Tune methinckes

Fire.

A Tune: 'tis to the Tune of dampnation then: J warrant
yo
u: and that Song hath a villanous Burthen.

Hec.
Come my sweet Sisters: let the Aire strike our Tune
whilst we show Reverence to yond peeping Moone.

—here they Daunce ye witches Dance & Ext.