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Fire. Your spirits are then more unconscionable then bakers: ' You'll have liv'd then (Mother) six-score yeare to the hundred; and me-thincks after six-score yeares the devill might give you a cast; for he's a fruiterer too, and has byn from the beginning: the first apple that ere was eaten, came through his fingers: The Costermongers then I hold to be the auncientest trade, though some would have the Tailor prick'd downe before him.
Hec. Goe and take heed you shed not by the way:
Fire. Mary, beere's stuff indeed! Deere surrup call you it? a little thing would make me give you a dram on’t in a possett, and cutt you three yeares shorter.
Hec. Thou'rt now about some villany.
Fire. Not I (forsooth) Truly the devil's in her I thinck. How one villanie smells out an other straight: Ther's no knavery but is nosde like a dog, and can smell out a doggs meaning. (Mother) I pray give me leave to ramble a-broad to-night with the night. mare, for I have a great mind to over-lay a fat parson's daughter.
Hec. And who shall lye with me tben!
Fire. The great cat for one night (Mother). 'Tis but a night: make shift with him for once.
Hec. You're a kind son:
[Exit. Enter SEBASTIAN. Hec. Urchins, Elves, Haggs, Satires, Pans, Fawnes, silence. Kitt with the candlestick; Tritons, Centaures, Dwarfes, Imps, the Spoone, the Mare, the Man i'th’oake; the Hell-waine, the Fire-drake, the Puckle. A. Ab. Hur. Hus.
Seb. Heaven knowes with what unwillingnes and hate
And all new-married copples make short suppers.
Hec. Thy boldnes takes me bravely: we are all sworne
Seb. Oh my heart swells with’t. I must take breath first.
Hec. Is't to confound some enemie on the seas?
Seb. This would come most richely now
Hec. Is yt to starve up generation?
Hec. Are theis the skins
Seb I see they are.
Hec. So sure into what house theis are convay'd
As the same needles thrust into their pillowes
Seb. You could not doe a man that speciall kindnes
Hec. No: time must do't: we cannot disioyne wedlock:
Seb. I depart happy.
Hec. I know he loves me not, nor there's no hope on't;
Hec. What's the newes with thee now?
Fire. There's the bravest yong gentleman within, and the fine. liest drunck: I thought he would have falne into the vessel: he stumbled at a pipkin of childes greaze; reelde against Stadlin, overthrew her, and in the tumbling cast, struck up old Puckles heels with her clothes over her eares.
Fire. I was fayne to throw the cat upon her, to save her hones. tie; and all litle enough: I cryde out still, I pray be coverd. See where he comes now (Mother).
Hec. 'Tis Almachildes: fresh blood stirs in me-
Al. Is your name gooddy Hag?
Al. Why thou’rt a witch, I thinck.
Al. Nay let's have drie ones.
Hec. Yf thou wilt use’t by way of cup and potion, I'll give thee a Remora shall be-witch her straight.
Al. A Remora? what's that?
Hec. A litle suck-stone,
Al. And must 'be butter'd ?
Hec. The bones of a greene frog too: wondrous pretious, The flesh consum'd by pize-mires.
Al. Pize-mires! give me a chamber-pot.
Fire. You shall see him goe nigh to be so unmannerly, hee'll make water before my mother anon.
Al. And now you talke of frogs, I have somewhat here:
Hec. Oh sir, y'have fitted me.
Al. And here's a spawne or two
Fire. I thanck your worship, sir: how comes your handkercher so sweetely thus beray'd? sure tis wet sucket, sir.
Al. 'Tis nothing but the sirrup the toad spit,
Hec. This was kindly don, sir,
Al. How? sup with thee? dost thinck I'll eate fryde ratts,
Hec. No: I can command, Sir,
Hec. Oh, I have him still: come walke with me, Sir. [Exit.
Fire. How apt and ready is a drunckard now to reele to the devill! Well I'll even in, and see how he eates, and I'll be hang'd if I be not the fatter of the twaine with laughing at him. [Exit.
ACT III. SCENE III.
Hec. I, is't not wenches,
Hop. Ours will be more to-night.
Stad. Breifely in the copps,
Hec. 'Tis high time for us then.
Stad. There was a bat hoong at my lips three times As we came through the woods, and drank her fill,
Old Puckle saw her.
Hec. You are fortunate still:
Hec. Prepare to fight then: I'll over-take you swiftly.
Stad. Hye thee Heccat: We shal be up betimes.
Hec. I'll reach you quickly.
Fire. They are all going a birding to-night. They talk of fowles i'th'aire, that fly by day: I am sure they'll be a company of fowle slutts there to night. Yf we have not mortallitie affer'd, I'll be hang'd, for they are able to putryfie, to infect a whole re. gion. She spies me now.
Hec. What Fire-Stone, our sweet son ?
Fire. A little sweeter than some of you; or a doonghill were too good for me.
Hec. How much hast here?
Fire. Nineteene, and all brave plump ones; besides six lizards, and three serpentine eggs.
Hec. Deere and sweet boy: what herbes hast thou?
Fire. Heer's Pannax too: I thanck thee, my pan akes I am sure with kneeling downe to cut 'em.
Hec. And Selago,
Fire. Every blade of 'm, or I am a moone-calf (Mother).
Hec. Hve thee home with 'em.
Fire. Aloft (quoth vou ?) I would you would breake your neck once, that I might have all quickly. Hark, hark, mother; they are above the steeple alredy, flying over your head with a noyse of musitians.
Hec. They are they indeed. Help me, help me; I'm too late els. SONG. Come away, come away; } in the aire.
Heccat, Heccat, come away. So
With all the speed I may,
With all the speed I may.
Heere } in the aire.