Witch. "A bleeding lock Of the victim's hair Given to earth, sea, Sky, and air, The seal, the seal!"
As the sorceress chanted this she broke from the thread what she had wound off, and, approaching him, chanted,
"Kneel, mortal, kneel! And let me sever The pledge that makes thee His for ever!"
He kneeled before her with the obedient submission of a child. She then entwined her fingers in a long lock that grew above the left temple, and, drawing from her bosom a dagger, held it above his head and chanted,
"Dost thou believe, Robert Kyd, Robert Kyd, Nor earth nor air, water nor fire, Ball nor steel, nor mortal ire, My potent charm Have power to harm Till it fulfil its destiny?"
"I do."
"Dost thou believe, Robert Kyd, Robert Kyd, That within, without, body and soul, This amulet shall keep thee whole From ball and steel, And mortal ill, Till thou fulfil thy destiny?"
"I do."
"Thus I take the seal and pledge, That, soul and body, thou engage, When thy master calls for thee, Ready, ready thou wilt be."