_Rob._ A murrein take you, I am sure my hoofes payd for't. _Boy._ Meat lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drinke there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour. _All._ Pull for the posset, pull. _Robin._ The brides posset on my life, nay if they come to their spoone meat once, I hope theil breake up their feast presently. _Mrs. Gen._ So those that are our waiters nere, Take hence this Wedding cheere. We will be lively all, And make this barn our hall. _Gooddy Dick._ You our Familiers, come. In speech let all be dumbe, And to close up our Feast, To welcome every gest A merry round let's daunce. _Meg._ Some Musicke then ith aire Whilest thus by paire and paire, We nimbly foot it; strike. _Musick._ _Mal._ We are obeyd. _Sprite._ And we hels ministers shall lend our aid. _Dance and Song together. In the time of which the Boy speakes._ _Boy._ Now whilest they are in their jollitie, and do not mind me, ile steale away, and shift for my selfe, though I lose my life for't. _Exit._" * * * * * "_Dought._ He came to thee like a Boy thou sayest, about thine own bignesse? _Boy._ Yes Sir, and he asked me where I dwelt, and what my name was. _Dough._ Ah Rogue! _Boy._ But it was in a quarrelsome way; Whereupon I was as stout, and ask'd him who made him an examiner? _Dough._ Ah good Boy. _Mil._ In that he was my Sonne. _Boy._ He told me he would know or beat it out of me, And I told him he should not, and bid him doe his worst; And to't we went. _Dough._ In that he was my sonne againe, ha boy; I see him at it now. _Boy._ We fought a quarter of an houre, till his sharpe nailes made my eares bleed. _Dough._ O the grand Divell pare 'em. _Boy._ I wondred to finde him so strong in my hands, seeming but of mine owne age and bignesse, till I looking downe, perceived he had clubb'd cloven feet like Oxe feet; but his face was as young as mine. _Dought._ A pox, but by his feet, he may be the Club-footed Horse-coursers father, for all his young lookes. _Boy._ But I was afraid of his feet, and ran from him towards a light that I saw, and when I came to it, it was one of the Witches in white upon a Bridge, that scar'd me backe againe, and then met me the Boy againe, and he strucke me and layd mee for dead. _Mil._ Till I wondring at his stay, went out and found him in the Trance; since which time, he has beene haunted and frighted with Goblins, 40 times; and never durst tell any thing (as I sayd) because the Hags had so threatned him till in his sicknes he revealed it to his mother. _Dough._ And she told no body but folkes on't. Well Gossip Gretty, as thou art a Miller, and a close thiefe, now let us keepe it as close as we may till we take 'hem, and see them handsomly hanged o'the way: Ha my little Cuffe-divell, thou art a made man. Come, away with me. _Exeunt._" Heywood and Broome's _Late Lancashire Witches_, Acts 2 and 3.] [Footnote D: _Sic in orig._]