Voices above. HECATE AND THE WITCHES. OME away, come away, Co Hecate, Hecate, come away. And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too; Come away, make up the count. Hecate. I will but 'noint, and then I mount. [A spirit like a cat descends. Voice above. There's one comes down to fetch his dues, Hecate. A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood; And why thou stayest so long Since the air's so sweet and good. O, art thou come? What news, what news? Spirit. All goes still to our delight : Either come, or else Refuse, refuse. Hecate. Now I'm furnished for the flight. Malkin my sweet spirit and I. To ride in the air When the moon shines fair, And sing and dance, and toy and kiss! We fly by night, 'mongst troops of spirits: Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out! I Witch. Here's the blood of a bat. Hecate. Put in that, O put in that! 2 Witch. Here's libbard's bane. Hecate. Put in again! I Witch. The juice of toad, the oil of adder; 2 Witch. Those will make the younker madder. Hecate. Put in-there's all-and rid the stench. Firestone. Nay, here's three ounces of the red-haired wench. All. Round, around, around, about, about! From The Widow, 1652.1 THE THIEVES' SONG. HOW round the world goes, and every thing that's in it! The tides of gold and silver ebb and flow in a minute: From the usurer to his sons, there a current swiftly runs ; From the sons to queans in chief, from the gallant to the thief; From the thief unto his host, from the host to husband men; From the country to the court; and so it comes to us again. How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it! The tides of gold and silver ebb and flow in a minute. 1 Ascribed to Jonson, Fletcher, and Middleton. Written circ. 1616. From THOMAS MIDDLETON'S More Dissemblers Women, 1657.1 THE GIPSIES. 'OME, my dainty doxies, Gipsy Captain. COM Chorus. besides My dells, my dells most dear; Yet never want good cheer. Gipsy Captain. We take no care for candle rents, 2 Gipsy. We lie. 3 Gipsy. We snort. Gipsy Captain. We sport in tents, Then rouse betimes and steal our Our store is never taken [dinners. Without pigs, hens, or bacon, Come live with us, come live with us, May be drunk or tipsy At any hour he pleases. Chorus. We laugh, we quaff, we roar, we scuffle; 1 Written not later than 1623. 2 Cant term for "maids." THE DAY 3 From The Mountebank's Masque, performed February, 1617-8. MUST HAVE HER NIGHT, THE SPRING HER FALL. THE hour of sweety night decays apace, And now warm beds are better than this place. -All time is long that is unwilling spent, But hours are minutes when they yield content.- To lie and sleep in roses still. The rarer pleasure is it is more sweet, And friends are kindest when they seldom meet.- It were a most delightful thing From Histriomastix, 1610. THE NUT-BROWN ALE. HE nut-brown ale, the nut-brown ale, TH Puts down all drink when it is stale! The toast, the nutmeg, and the ginger But ginger under-props the brain; |