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 | |
| So sure into what house these are conveyed, | 155 |
| Knit with these charmed and retentive knots, | |
| Neither the man begets nor woman breeds; | |
| No, nor performs the least desires of wedlock, | |
| Being then a mutual duty. I could give thee | |
| Chiroconita, adincantida | 160 |
| Archimadon, marmaritin, calicia, | |
| Which I could sort to villainous barren ends – | |
| But this leads the same way. More I could instance: | |
| As the same needles thrust into their pillows | |
| That sows and socks up dead men in their sheets: | 165 |
| A privy gristle of a man that hangs | |
| After sunset – good, excellent! Yet all’s there sir. | |
| SEBASTIAN | |
| You could not do a man that special kindness | |
| To part ’em utterly now? Could you do that? | |
| HECATE | |
| No, time must do’t. We cannot disjoin wedlock; | 170 |
| ’Tis of heaven’s fastening. Well may we raise jars, | |
| Jealousies, strifes and heart-burning disagreements, | |
| Like a thick scurf o’er life, as did our master | |
| Upon that patient miracle – but the work itself | |
| Our power cannot disjoint. | |
| SEBASTIAN I depart happy | 175 |
| In what I have then, being constrained to this – | |
| [Aside] And grant, you greater powers that dispose men, | |
| That I may never need this hag again! Exit | |
| HECATE | |
| I know he loves me not, nor there’s no hope on’t; | |
| ’Tis for the love of mischief I do this – | 180 |
| And that we’re sworn to, the first oath we take. |
[Enter FIRESTONE]
| FIRESTONE | |
| Oh mother, mother! | |
| HECATE What’s the news with thee now? | |
| FIRESTONE | |
| There’s the bravest young gentleman within, and the | |
| fineliest drunk; I thought he would have fallen into the | |
| vessel. He stumbled at a pipkin of child’s grease, reeled | 185 |
| against Stadlin, overthrew her and, in the tumbling-cast, | |
| struck up old Puckle’s heels with her clothes over her | |
| ears. | |
| HECATE | |
| Hoyday! | |
| FIRESTONE | |
| I was fain to throw the cat upon her to save her honesty, | 190 |
| and all little enough. I cried out still ‘I pray be covered!’ | |
| See where he comes now mother. |
Enter ALMACHILDES