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
[MALKIN] a spirit like a cat descends
| A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood – | |
| And why thou stay’st so long | |
| I muse, I muse, | |
| Since the air’s so sweet and good. | |
| HECATE | |
| Oh art thou come? | 55 |
| What news, what news? | |
| [MALKIN] | |
| All goes still to our delight; | |
| Either come or else | |
| Refuse, refuse. | |
| HECATE | |
| Now I am furnished for the flight. | 60 |
| FIRESTONE | |
| Hark, hark! The cat sings a brave treble in her own | |
| language. | |
| HECATE going up [with MALKIN] | |
| Now I go, now I fly, | |
| Malkin my sweet spirit and I. | |
| Oh what a dainty pleasure ’tis | 65 |
| To ride in the air | |
| When the moon shines fair, | |
| And sing and dance and toy and kiss. | |
| Over woods, high rocks and mountains, | |
| Over seas, our mistress’ fountains, | 70 |
| Over steeples, towers and turrets, | |
| We fly by night, ’mongst troops of spirits. | |
| No ring of bells to our ears sounds, | |
| No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds; | |
| No, not the noise of water’s breach | 75 |
| Or cannon’s throat our height can reach. | |
| [VOICES] above | |
| No ring of bells to our ears sounds, | |
| No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds; | |
| No, not the noise of water’s breach | |
| Or cannon’s throat our height can reach. | 80 |
| FIRESTONE | |
| Well mother, I thank your kindness; you must be gambolling | |
| i’th’ air and leave me to walk here like a fool and | |
| a mortal. Exit |
Act IV, Scene i
Enter ALMACHILDES
| ALMACHILDES | |
| Though the fates have endued me with a pretty kind of | |
| lightness, that I can laugh at the world in a corner on’t, | |
| and can make myself merry on fasting nights to rub out | |
| a supper – which were a precious quality in a young, | |
| formal student – yet, let the world know, there is some | 5 |
| difference betwixt my jovial condition and the lunary | |
| state of madness. I am not quite out of my wits. I know | |
| a bawd from an aqua-vitae shop, a strumpet from wild-fire | |
| and a beadle from brimstone. Now shall I try the | |
| honesty of a great woman soundly. She reckoning the | 10 |
| duke’s made away, I’ll be hanged if I be not the next | |
| now. If I trust her, as she’s a woman, let one of her long | |
| hairs wind about my heart and be the end of me – which | |
| were a piteous, lamentable tragedy and might be entitled | |
| ‘A fair warning for all hair-bracelets’. | 15 |
| Already there’s an insurrection | |
| Among the people; they are up in arms – | |
| Not out of any reason but their wills, | |
| Which are in them their saints – sweating and swearing, | |
| Out of their zeal to rudeness, that no stranger, | 20 |
| As they term her, shall govern over them. | |
| They say they’ll raise a duke among themselves first. |
Enter DUCHESS