Such as not seeke to get the start

In state, by power, parts, or bribes, Ambition's bawdes: but move the tribes By vertue, modestie, desert. Such as to justice will adhere,

What ever great one it offend :

And from the' embraced truth not bend For envie, hatred, gifts, or feare.

Quickly, dame, then, bring your part in, Spurre, spurre, upon little Martin, Merrily, merrily, make him saile,

A worme in his mouth, and a thorne in 's taile, Fire above, and fire below,

With a whip i' your hand, to make him go.

O, now she's come! Let all be dumbe.

DAME, HAGS.

Well done, my Hags. And, come we fraught with spight,

To overthrow the glory of this night? Holds our great purpose? HAG. Yes. DAM. But want's there none

Of our just number? HAG. Call us one, by one, And then our Dame shall see. DAM. First, then, advance

My drowsie servant, stupide Ignorance,
Known by thy scaly vesture; and bring on
Thy fearefull sister, wild Suspition,
Whose eyes do never sleep; let her knit hands
With quick Credulity, that next her stands,
Who hath but one eare, and that always ope;
Two-faced Falsehood follow in the rope;
And lead on Murmure, with the cheeks deep hung;
She Malice, whetting of her forked tongue;
And Malice, Impudence, whose forehead's lost;
Let Impudence lead Slander on, to boast
Her oblique look; and to her subtle side,
Thou, black-mouth'd Execration, stand apply'd;
Draw to thee Bitternesse, whose pores sweat gal;
She flame-ey'd Rage; Rage, Mischiefe. HAG. Here
we are all.

DAM. Joyne now our hearts, we faithfull opposites To Fame and Glory. Let not these bright nights Of honour blaze, thus to offend our eyes; Shew our selves truely envious, and let rise Our wonted rages: do what may beseeme Such names and natures; Vertue else will deeme Our powers decreas'd, and think us banish'd Earth, No lesse than Heaven. All her antique birth, As Justice, Faith, she will restore; and, bold Upon our sloth, retrive her age of gold. We must not let our native manners, thus, Corrupt with ease. Ill lives not, but in us, I hate to see these fruits of a soft peace, And curse the piety gives it such increase. Let us disturbe it then, and blast the light; Mixe Hell with Heaven, and make Nature fight Within her selfe; loose the whole henge of things: And cause the ends run back, into their springs. HAG. What our Dame bids us do,

We are ready for. DAM. Then fall too.
But first relate me, what you have sought,
Where you have been, and what you have brought.

HAGGES.

1. I have been, all day, looking after
A raven, feeding upon a quarter;
And, soon as she turn'd her beack to the south,
I snatch'd this morsell out of her mouth.

2. I have beene gathering wolves' haires,
The mad dogs' foa.ne, and the adders' eares;
The spurgings of a dead-man's eyes,
And all since the evening starre did rise.

3. I, last night, lay all alone

O' the ground, to heare the mandrake grone; And pluckt him up, though he grew full low; And, as I had done, the cocke did crow.

4. And I ha' beene choosing out this scull,
From charnell houses, that were full;
From private grots, and publicke pits,
And frighted a sexten out of his wits.

5. Under a cradle I did creepe,
By day; and, when the child was asleepe,
At night, I suck'd the breath; and rose,
And pluck'd the nodding nurse by the nose.

6. I had a dagger: what did I with that? Kill'd an infant, to have his fat.

A piper it got, at a church-ale,

I bade him, againe blow wind i' the taile.

7. A murderer, yonder, was hung in chaines, The Sun and the wind had shrunk his veines; I bit off a sinew, I clipp'd his haire.

I brought off his rags, that danc'd i' the ayre.

8. The scritch-owles' egs, and the feathers black,
The blood of the frog, and the bone in his back,
I have been getting; and made of his skin
A purset, to keep sir Cranion in.

9. And I ha' been plucking (plants among)
Hemlock, henbane, adder's-tongue,
Night-shade, moone-wort, libbard's-bane;
And twise, by the dogs, was like to be tane.

10. I, from the jaws of a gardiner's bitch,
Did snatch these bones, and then leap'd the ditch;
Yet went I back to the house againe,
Kill'd the black cat, and here's the braine.

11. I went to the toad breeds under the wall, I charm'd him out, and he came at my call; I scratch'd out the eyes of the owle before,

I tore the bat's wing; what would you have more?

DAME.

Yes, I have brought (to helpe our vows)
Horned poppy, cypresse boughs,
The fig-tree wild, that grows on tombes,
And juice, that from the larch-tree comes,
The basilick's blood, and the viper's skin:
And, now, our orgies let's begin.

[Here, the Dame put her selfe in the midst of them, and began her following invocation; wherein she tooke occasion, to boast all the power attributed to witches by the ancients; of which, every poet for the most) doe give some: Homer to Circe, in the Odyss.; Theocritus to Simatha, in Pharmaceutria; Virgil to Alphesibæus, in his. Ovid to Dipsas, in Amor. to Medea and Circe, in Metamorph. Tibullus to Saga; Horace to Camidia, Sagana, Veia, Folia; Seneca to Medea, and the nurse, in Herc. Ete. Petr. Arbiter to his Saga, in Frag. and Claudian to Megæra, lib. 1. in Rsfinum; who takes the habit of a witch, as these do, and supplies that historicall part in the poems, beside her morall person of a Fury; confirming the same drift, in ours.]