Dog. I shall.
The Witch of Edmonton shall see his fall;
If she at least put credit in my power,
And in mine only; make orisons to me,
And none but me.
M. Saw. Say how and in what manner.
Dog. I’ll tell thee: when thou wishest ill,
Corn, man, or beast wouldst spoil or kill,
Turn thy back against the sun,
And mumble this short orison:
“If thou to death or shame pursue ’em,
Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.”
M. Saw. “If thou to death or shame pursue ’em,
Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.”
Dog. Perfect: farewell. Our first-made promises
We’ll put in execution against Banks. [Exit.
M. Saw. Contaminetur nomen tuum. I’m an expert scholar;
Speak Latin, or I know not well what language,
As well as the best of ’em—but who comes here?
Re-enter Cuddy Banks.
The son of my worst foe.
To death pursue ’em,
Et sanctibicetur nomen tuum.