If faith in witchcraft be a sin, Alas! what peril he is in Who plights his faith and love in thee, Sweetest maid of sorcery.
If witchcraft be a whirling brain, A roving eye, a heart of pain, Whose wound no thread of fate can stitch, How hast thou conjured, cruel witch, With the brain, eye, heart, and total mortal residue of thine enamoured Jack Lanthorne, [Lord R——.”]
DICKON Now to leave the turtles alone. [Exit.]
RACHEL “To Mistress R——, enchantress:
If faith in witchcraft be—”
“To Mistress R——.” R! It must be. R—— must mean—
RAVENSBANE [With passionate deference.] Rachel!
RACHEL Ah! How you surprised me, my lord.
RAVENSBANE You are come again; you are come again.
RACHEL Has anything happened? Tell me, my lord. Has Squire Talbot been here?