_Hec._ And selago, Hedge-hissop too! How near he goes my cuttings! Were they all cropt by moon-light? _Fire._ Every blade of ’em, or I’m a moon-calf, mother. _Hec._ Hie thee home with ’em. Look well to th’ house to-night: I’m for aloft. _Fire._ Aloft, quoth you! I would you would break your neck once, that I might have all quickly (_Aside_).—Hark, hark, mother! They are above the steeple already, flying over your head with a noise of musicians. _Hec._ They are indeed. Help me! Help me! I’m too late else. SONG, (_in the air above_). Come away, come away! Heccat, Heccat, come away! _Hec._ I come, I come, I come, I come, With all the speed I may, With all the speed I may. Where’s Stadlin? (_Above_). Here. _Hec._ Where’s Puckle? (_Above_). Here: And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too: We lack but you, we lack but you. Come away, make up the count! _Hec._ I will but ‘noint, and then I mount. (_A Spirit descends in the shape of a Cat_). (_Above_). There’s one come down to fetch his dues; A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood; And why thou stay’st so long, I muse, I muse, Since th’ air’s so sweet and good? _Hec._ Oh, art thou come, What news, what news? _Spirit._ All goes still to our delight, Either come, or else Refuse, refuse. _Hec._ Now I am furnish’d for the flight. _Fire._ Hark, hark! The cat sings a brave treble in her own language. _Hec._ (_Ascending with the Spirit_). Now I go, now I fly, Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I. Oh, what a dainty pleasure ’tis 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, Over steep towers and turrets, We fly by night, ‘mongst troops of spirits. No ring of bells to our ears sounds, No howls of wolves, no yelp of hounds: No, not the noise of water’s breach, Or cannon’s roar, our height can reach. (_Above._) No ring of bells, &c. _Fire._ Well, mother, I thank you for your kindness. You must be gamboling i’ th’ air, and leave me here like a fool and a mortal. [_Exit._’ The Incantation scene at the cauldron, is also the original of that in Macbeth, and is in like manner introduced by the Duchess’s visiting the Witches’ Habitation. ‘_The Witches’ Habitation._ _Enter_ Duchess, Heccat, Firestone. _Hec._ What death is’t you desire for Almachildes? _Duch._ A sudden and a subtle.