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In some dark cloud; and as I oft have seen
up all the monsters from the deep, And be the ugliest of them; so that my bulch' Show but his swarth cheek to me, let earth
prayer: Sanctibicetur nomen tuum. Not yet come! [the] worrying of wolves, biting of mad dogs, the manges, and the
Enter Dog, white.
Dog. How now! whom art thou cursing?
my black cur I am cursing, For not attending on me.
Dog. I am that cur.
3 So that my bulch.) Literally, a calf ; sometimes used, as here, as an expression of kindness; but generally indicative of familiarity and contempt.
Dog. I am dogged, [and] list not to tell thee; yet,—to torment thee, —my whiteness puts thee in mind of thy winding-sheet.
Saw. Am I near death?
Dog. Yes, if the dog of hell be near thee; when the devil comes to thee as a lamb, have at thy throat!
Saw. Off, cur!
Dog. He has the back of a sheep, but the belly of an otter; devours by sea and land. “Why am I in white ?" didst thou not pray to me?
Saw. Yes, thou dissembling hell-hound, Why now in white more than at other times?
Dog. Be blasted with the news! whiteness is day's foot-boy, a forerunner to light, which shows thy old rivell’d face: villainies are stripp'd naked; the witch must be beaten out of her cock-pit. Saw. Must she? she shall not; thou’rt a lying
spirit: Why to mine eyes art thou a flag of truce ? I am at peace with none; 'tis the black colour Or none, which I fight under: I do not like Thy puritan paleness; glowing furnaces Are far more hot than they which flame outright. If thou my old dog art, go and bite such As I shall set thee on.
Dog. I will not.
Saw. I'll sell myself to twenty thousand fiends, To have thee torn in pieces then.
Dog. Thou canst not; thou art so ripe to fall into hell, that no more of my kennel will so much as bark at him that hangs thee.
Saw. I shall run mad.
Dog. Do so, thy time is come to curse, and rave, and die; the glass of thy sins is full, and it must run out at gallows.
Saw. It cannot, ugly cur, I'll confess nothing; And not confessing, who dare come and swear I have bewitch'd them? I'll not confess one
Saw. Spite of the devil and thee,
Dog. Spite of thee and the devil, thou'lt be condemn'd.
Saw. Yes! when ?
Dog. And ere the executioner catch thee full in's claws, thou'lt confess all.
Saw. Out dog!
Dog. Out witch! thy trial is at hand : Our prey being had, the devil does laughing stand.
Enter Old BANKS, RATCLIFFE, and Countrymen.
Banks. She's here ; attach her. must go with us.
[They seize her. Saw. Whither? to hell ?
Banks. No, no, no, old crone ; your mittimus shall be made thither, but your own jailors shall receive you. Away with her! Saw. My Tommy! my sweet Tom-boy! Oh,
Dost thou now fly to thy kennel and forsake me!
Dog. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Enter Cuddy BANKS.
Cud. I would fain meet with mine ingle once more; he has had a claw amongst them: my rival that loved my wench is like to be hang'd like an innocent. A kind cur where he takes, but where he takes not, a dogged rascal; I know the villain loves me. [Dog barks.] No! art thou there? [Seeing the Dog,] that's Tom's voice, but ’tis not he; this is a dog of another hair, this. Bark, and not speak to me? not Tom then; there's as much difference betwixt Tom and this, as betwixt white and black.
Dog. Hast thou forgot me ?
Cud. That's Tom again; prithee, ningle, speak, is thy name Tom?
Dog. Whilst I serv'd my old dame Sawyer, it was; I am gone from her now.
Cud. Gone ? away with the witch then too! she'll never thrive if thou leav'st her; she knows no more how to kill a cow, or a horse, or a sow, without thee, than she does to kill a goose.
Dog. No, she has done killing now, but must be killed for what she has done; she's shortly to be hang’d.
Cud. Is she? in my conscience if she be, 'tis thou hast brought her to the.gallows, Tom.
Dog. Right; I serv'd her to that purpose; 'twas part of my wages.
Cud. This was no honest servant's part, by your leave, Tom. This remember, I pray you, between you and I; I entertain'd you ever as a dog, not as a devil.
Dog. True; And so I used thee doggedly, not devilishly; I have deluded thee for sport to laugh at: The wench thou seek’st afterthou neverspak'st with, But a spirit in her form, habit, and likeness. Ha, ha!
Cud. I do not then wonder at the change of your garments, if you can enter into shapes of women too.
Dog. Any shape, to blind such silly eyes as thine ; but chiefly those coarse creatures, dog, or cat, hare, ferret, frog, toad.
Cud. Louse or flea ?
Cud. It seems you devils have poor thin souls, that you can bestow yourselves in such small bodies.
But pray you, Tom, one question at parting ;“ (I think I shall never see you more ;) where do you borrow those bodies that are none of your own ?-the garment-shape you may hire at brokers.
4 But pray you, Tom, one question, &c.] There is no reader, I believe, who does not wish that this had been spared. The humour of Tom and his friend had been previously drained to the very dregs; and it must have required all the evduring credulity of the audience to tolerate this idle buffoonery after the supernatural agency of the drama had found a close.