I called it fair, though it was foul.
The Old Witch.
My best salute this night shall be,
Thou knight of the cloven foot, to thee;
A cloven tree with an ugly owl,
Am I for thee, or fair, or foul.
Proctophantasmist.[n14] [to the dancers]
Listen to order, you presumptuous brood!
Have we not proved beyond disputing,
That ghosts on terra firma have no footing?