RAVENSBANE Mistress Rachel, come! Let us go and count five crows.
RACHEL [Delightedly.] Why, my lord, how did you ever learn it? I got it from an old goody here in town—a real witch-wife. If you will promise not to tell a secret, I will show you.—But you must promise!
RAVENSBANE I promise.
RACHEL Come, then. I will show you a real piece of witchcraft that I bought from her this morning—the glass of truth. There! Behind that curtain. If you look in, you will see—But come; I will show you. [They put their hands on the cords of the curtain.] Just pull that string, and—ah!
DICKON [Stepping out through the curtain.] Your pipe, my lord?
RACHEL Master Dickonson, how you frightened me!
DICKON So excessively sorry! I was observing the portrait of your uncle. I believe you were showing his lordship—
RACHEL [Turning hurriedly away.] Oh, nothing; nothing at all.
RAVENSBANE [Sternly to Dickon.] Why do you come?
DICKON [Handing back Ravensbane’s pipe filled.] Allow me. [Aside.] ’Tis high time you came to the point, Jack; ’tis near your lordship’s reception. Woo and win, boy; woo and win.