Chapters (43)
- Cover Page
- The Witch
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- ABBREVIATIONS
- INTRODUCTION
- FURTHER READING
- The Witch
- [DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
- THE WITCH
- [Act I,] Scene ii
- Act II, Scene i
- [Act II,] Scene ii
- [Act II,] Scene iii
- Act III, Scene i
- [Act III,] Scene ii
- [Act III,] Scene iii
- Act IV, Scene i
- [Act IV,] Scene ii
- [Act IV,] Scene iii
- Act V, Scene i
- [Act V,] Scene ii
- [Act V,] Scene iii
- APPENDIX
- In a maiden time profess’d
- Come Away, Hecate!
- Notes
- Thomas Holmes, Esquire
- Act I, Scene i
- [Act I,] Scene ii
- Act II, Scene i
- [Act II,] Scene ii
- [Act II,] Scene iii
- Act III, Scene i
- [Act III,] Scene ii
- [Act III,] Scene iii
- Act IV, Scene i
- [Act IV,] Scene ii
- Act IV Scene iii
- Act V, Scene i
- [Act V,] Scene ii
- [Act V,] Scene iii
- Appendix
- Footnotes
| HECATE | |
| Urchins, elves, hags, satyrs, pans, fauns, Silens, Kit- | |
| with-the-candlestick, tritons, centaurs, dwarves, imps, | |
| the Spoorn, the Mare, the Man i’th’oak, the Hellwain, | 105 |
| the Fire-drake, the Puckle. A ab hur hus! | |
| SEBASTIAN | |
| [Aside] Heaven knows with what unwillingness and hate | |
| I enter this damned place – but such extremes | |
| Of wrongs in love fight ’gainst religious knowledge, | |
| That were I led by this disease to deaths | 110 |
| As numberless as creatures that must die, | |
| I could not shun the way. I know what ’tis | |
| To pity madmen now. They’re wretched things | |
| That ever were created, if they be | |
| Of woman’s making and her faithless vows. | 115 |
| I fear they’re now a-kissing. What’s o’clock? | |
| ’Tis now but supper-time, but night will come – | |
| And all new-married couples make short suppers. | |
| [To HECATE] Whate’er thou art, I have no spare time to fear thee; | |
| My horrors are so strong and great already, | 120 |
| That thou seem’st nothing. Up and laze not. | |
| Hadst thou my business, thou couldst ne’er sit so; | |
| ’Twould firk thee into air a thousand mile | |
| Beyond thy ointments. I would I were read | |
| So much in thy black power as mine own griefs. | 125 |
| I’m in great need of help; wilt give me any? | |
| HECATE | |
| Thy boldness takes me bravely. We’re all sworn | |
| To sweat for such a spirit. See, I regard thee, | |
| I rise and bid thee welcome. What’s thy wish now? | |
| SEBASTIAN | |
| Oh my heart swells with’t. I must take breath first. | 130 |
| HECATE | |
| Is’t to confound some enemy on the seas? | |
| It may be done tonight. Stadlin’s within; | |
| She raises all your sudden, ruinous storms | |
| That shipwreck barks and tears up growing oaks, | |
| Flies over houses and takes Anno Domini | 135 |
| Out of a rich man’s chimney – a sweet place for’t! | |
| He would be hanged ere he would set his own years there; | |
| They must be chambered in a five-pound picture, | |
| A green silk curtain drawn before the eyes on’t, | |
| His rotten diseased years. Or dost thou envy | 140 |
| The fat prosperity of any neighbour? | |
| I’ll call forth Hoppo and her incantation | |
| Can straight destroy the young of all his cattle, | |
| Blast vineyards, orchards, meadows or in one night | |
| Transport his dung, hay, corn, by ricks, whole stacks, | 145 |
| Into thine own ground. | |
| SEBASTIAN This would come most richly now | |
| To many a country grazier – but my envy | |
| Lies not so low as cattle, corn, or vines; | |
| ’Twill trouble your best powers to give me ease. | |
| HECATE | |
| Is it to starve up generation? | 150 |
| To strike a barrenness in man or woman? | |
| SEBASTIAN Hah! | |
| HECATE | |
| Hah? Did you feel me there? I knew your grief. | |
| SEBASTIAN | |
| Can there be such things done? | |
| HECATE Are these the skins | |
| Of serpents? these of snakes? | |
| SEBASTIAN I see they are. |
[HECATE gives them to SEBASTIAN]