2nd Cl. Bless us, Cuddy, and let her curse her t’other eye out.—What dost now?
Cud. “Ungirt, unblest,” says the proverb; but my girdle shall serve for a riding knot; and a fig for all the witches in Christendom!—What wouldst thou?
1st Cl. The devil cannot abide to be crossed.
2nd Cl. And scorns to come at any man’s whistle.
3rd Cl. Away—
4th Cl. With the witch!
All. Away with the Witch of Edmonton! [Exeunt in strange postures.
M. Saw. Still vexed! still tortured! that curmudgeon Banks
Is ground of all my scandal; I am shunned
And hated like a sickness; made a scorn
To all degrees and sexes. I have heard old beldams
Talk of familiars in the shape of mice,
Rats, ferrets, weasels, and I wot not what,
That have appeared, and sucked, some say, their blood;
But by what means they came acquainted with them
I am now ignorant. Would some power, good or bad,
Instruct me which way I might be revenged
Upon this churl, I’d go out of myself,
And give this fury leave to dwell within
This ruined cottage ready to fall with age,
Abjure all goodness, be at hate with prayer,
And study curses, imprecations,
Blasphemous speeches, oaths, detested oaths,
Or anything that’s ill: so I might work
Revenge upon this miser, this black cur,
That barks and bites, and sucks the very blood
Of me and of my credit. ’Tis all one
To be a witch as to be counted one:
Vengeance, shame, ruin light upon that canker!
Enter a Black Dog.
Dog. Ho! have I found thee cursing? now thou art
Mine own.