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1st Play 1st Suit 2nd Play 2nd Suit Bran captain Chough Dapper do't Duch Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FAIR QUARREL faith Fane father for't fortune Fran GALLIPOT gentleman give Goshawk Gull hang Hark heart Heaven Hecate Heng HENGIST honest honour hope husband i'faith in't is't King of Kent Lady Ager Laxton look lord marry Martia Martino master methinks Middleton mistress Moll ne'er never on't peace Phil poor pray prithee Re-enter roaring Roaring Girl SCENE servant shame Sir Adam Sir Alex Sir Davy sirrah sister soul speak sure sweet thank thee there's thing thou'rt TILTYARD Trap Trim Trimtram troth twas twill Vort VORTIGER W. C. WARD wench what's whore widow wife witches woman worship wrong
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Page 110 - They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
Page 110 - The names, and some of the properties which the other author has given to his hags, excite smiles. The Weird Sisters are serious things. Their presence cannot co-exist with mirth. But, in a lesser degree, the witches of Middleton are fine creations. Their power too is, in some measure, over the mind. They raise jars, jealousies, strifes, ' like a thick scurf
Page 109 - Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in ; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky ; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about ! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Page 86 - Puckle ? [Above.] Here : And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too : We lack but you ; we lack but you : Come away, make up the count. Hec. I will but 'noint, and then I mount. [A Spirit like a Cat descends.
Page 87 - mongst troops of spirits : No ring of bells to our ears sounds, No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds ; No, not the noise of water's breach, Or cannon's throat our height can reach.
Page 158 - t, you must never look for that. Why, the universal stock of the world's injury Will be too poor to find a quarrel for you. Give up your right and title to desert, sir ; If you fail virtue here, she needs you not All your time after : let her take this wrong, And never presume then to serve her more : Bid farewell to the integrity of arms, And let that honourable name of soldier Fall from you like a shiver'd wreath of laurel, By thunder struck from a desertless forehead That wears another's right...
Page 66 - The nips of Fairies upon maids' white hips Are not more perfect azure. Hec. Tend it carefully. Send Stadlin to me with a brazen dish, That I may fall to work upon these serpents, And squeeze 'em ready for the second hour. Why, when?
Page 65 - ... or sorcery, whereby any person shall be killed, destroyed, wasted, consumed, pined, or lamed in his or her body, or any part thereof...