1st Witch. Thrice the Thomas cat hath yowled.
2d Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-hog howled.
3d Witch. All of which is wholly irrelevant to our present purpose, which is to summon what my friend Sir BULWER LYTTON would call the Scin-Laeca, or, apparition of each living critic from the nasty deep of the cauldron, and to interview him in order to hear what he really thinks of Miss KELLOGG.
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lst Witch "Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned whiskey throw Lager, that on coldest stone, Days and nights hast thirty one." |
Enter MACSTRAKOSCH. "How now, you secret black and midnight hags, what is't you do?"
All "A deed that under present circumstances it would be superfluous to name."
MacStrakosch. "I conjure you by that which you profess, (how'er you come to know it,) answer me to what I ask you."
lst Witch. "Speak."
2d Witch. "Proceed."
3d Witch. "Out with it, old boy."