M. Saw. To scandal and disgrace pursue ’em,
Et sanctibicetur nomen tuum. [Exit Dog.
How now, my son, how is’t?
Cud. Scarce in a clean life, Mother Witch.—But did your goblin and you spout Latin together?
M. Saw. A kind of charm I work by; didst thou hear me?
Cud. I heard I know not the devil what mumble in a scurvy base tone, like a drum that had taken cold in the head the last muster. Very comfortable words; what were they? and who taught them you?
M. Saw. A great learned man.
Cud. Learned man! learned devil it was as soon! But what? what comfortable news about the party?
M. Saw. Who? Kate Carter? I’ll tell thee. Thou knowest the stile at the west end of thy father’s peas-field: be there to-morrow night after sunset; and the first live thing thou seest be sure to follow, and that shall bring thee to thy love.
Cud. In the peas-field? has she a mind to codlings[429] already? The first living thing I meet, you say, shall bring me to her?
M. Saw. To a sight of her, I mean. She will seem wantonly coy, and flee thee; but follow her close and boldly: do but embrace her in thy arms once, and she is thine own.