Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.
The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1.
There is no hate lost between us.[173:3]
The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173:4]
The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.
Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173:5]
The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.