Refuse, refuse.
Hec. Now I am furnish’d for the flight.
Fire. Hark, hark! The cat sings a brave treble in her own language.
Hec. (Ascending with the Spirit).
Now I go, now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
Oh, what a dainty pleasure ’tis
To ride in the air
When the moon shines fair,
And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss!