M. Saw. What’s that? to spurn, beat me, and call me witch,
As your kind father doth?
Cud. My father! I am ashamed to own him. If he has hurt the head of thy credit, there’s money to buy thee a plaster [Gives her money]; and a small courtesy I would require at thy hands.
M. Saw. You seem a good young man, and—[Aside] I must dissemble,
The better to accomplish my revenge.—
But—for this silver, what wouldst have me do?
Bewitch thee?
Cud. No, by no means; I am bewitched already: I would have thee so good as to unwitch me, or witch another with me for company.
M. Saw. I understand thee not; be plain, my son.
Cud. As a pike-staff, mother. You know Kate Carter?
M. Saw. The wealthy yeoman’s daughter? what of her?
Cud. That same party has bewitched me.
M. Saw. Bewitched thee?