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Act. V. Scene. IIJ.
Mere-craft. Fitz-dottrel.
Everill. Pvg.
It is the eaſieſt thing Sir, to be done. As plaine, as fizzling: roule but wi’ your eyes, And foame at th’ mouth. A little caſtle-ſoape Will do’t, to rub your lips: And then a nutſhell, With toe, and touch-wood in it to ſpit fire, 5 Did you ner’e read, Sir, little Darrels tricks, With the boy o’ Burton, and the 7. in Lancaſhire, Sommers at Nottingham? All theſe do teach it. And wee’ll giue out, Sir, that your wife ha’s bewitch’d you: [161]
They repaire their old plot.
Eve. And practiſed with thoſe two, as Sorcerers. 10
Mer. And ga’ you potions, by which meanes you were Not Compos mentis, when you made your feoffment. There’s no recouery o’ your ſtate, but this: This, Sir, will ſting.