"Thou richness of my joys, kind and dear Princess, "Death had no sting, but for our separation; " "Twould come more calm than an evening's peace, "Unto the man, that ever should enjoy thee. Duch." My lov'd Lord, "Let your confirm'd opinion of my life, My love, my faithful love, seal an assurance "Of quiet to your spirit, that no forgetfulness "Can cast a sleep so deadly on my senses, "To draw my affections to a second liking." Lord Card." It has ever been the promise, and the spring "Of my great love to thee. For, once to marry "Thence lust, and heat, and common custom grows : My soul and it shall fly to heaven together: "Seal to my spirit that quiet satisfaction, "And I go hence in peace." Duch." Then here I vow, never Lord Card. Why, Madam Duch. I can go no further. Lord Card. What, have you forgot your vow? Duch. I have, too certainly, Lord Card. Your vow? that cannot be; it follows now, Just where I left. Duch. My frailty gets before it: Nothing prevails but ill. H Lord Card 'Life, had he not his answer? what strange impudence Governs in man, when lust is lord of him! Thinks he me mad? 'cause I have no monies on earth, And live eternal beggar? he shall pardon me : husband, Comfort. Wake, wake, and let not patience keep thee poor, Good and Ill Fortune. O my blessing! Out of a world of waters, and now sets me And scarce can feed himself: the streams of fortune, 'Gainst which he tugs in vain, still beat him down, I see a careful sweat run in a ring For till some happy means relieve his state, Parting in Amity. Let our Parting Be full as charitable as our meeting was; That the pale envious world, glad of the food And nuptial strifes, may not feed fat with ours. O my reviving joy! thy quickening presence I cannot make thy welcome rich enough Mother's Forgiveness. Moth. Why do your words start back? are they afraid Of her that ever lov'd them? Philip. I have a suit to you, Madam. Moth. You have told me that already; pray, what is't? If 't be so great, my present state refuse it, I shall be abler, then command and use it. Whatever 't be, let me have warning to provide for 't. You use me like a stranger: pray, stand up. Philip. Rather fall flat: I shall deserve yet worse. friend; Or Or else you wrong me more in asking pardon I saw a face at Antwerp, that quite drew me I forgive thee As freely as thou didst it. For alas, This may be call'd good dealing, to some parts THE WITCH. A TRAGI-COMEDY, MIDDLETON. BY THOMAS Hecate, and the other Witches, at their Charms. Hec. Titty and Tiffin, Suckin And Pidgen, Liard, and Robin! White spirits, black spirits, grey spirits, red spirits, Hec. Boil it well. Hop. It gallops now. Hec. Are the flames blue enough, Or shall I use a little seeten53 more? Stad. The nips of Fairies upon maids white hips Are not more perfect azure. Hec. Tend it carefully. Send Stadlin to me with a brazen dish, That I may fall to work upon these serpents, Stad. Here's Stadlin and the dish. Hec. Here take this unbaptized brat : Boil it well-preserve the fat : You know tis precious to tranfer Our 'nointed flesh into the air, In moonlight nights, o'er steeple tops, Mountains, and pine trees, that like pricks, or stops, Seem to our height: high towers, and roofs of princes, Like wrinkles in the earth: whole provinces Appear to our sight then even like A russet-mole upon some lady's cheek. When hundred leagues in air, we feast and sing, 53 Seething? Dance, |