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Massinger was joint author with Decker, of the play from which the scene of the lady and the angel is taken; but nobody who knows the style of the two men can doubt for a moment to which it belongs. I have, therefore, without hesitation assigned it according to the opinion expressed by Mr. Lamb.
FLIGHT OF WITCHES.
Scene, a Field. Enter HECATE, STADLIN, Hoppo, and other Witches.
FIRESTONE in the background.
Hec. The moon's a gallant; see how brisk she rides !
Ay, is't not, wenches,
O't will be precious !
Briefly in the copse,
'Tis high time for us then
You are fortunate still;
Prepare to fight then ;
Hie thee, Hecate;
I'll reach you quickly.
[Exeunt all the Witches except HECATE. Fire. They are all going a birding to-night: they talk of fowls i’ th' air that fly by day; I am sure they'll be a company of foul sluts there to-night: if we have not mortality after 't, I'll be hanged, for they are able to putrefy it, to infect a whole region. She spies me now.
Hec. What, Firestone, our sweet son ?
Fire. A little sweeter than some of you, or a dunghill were too good for me.
[Aside. Hec. How much hast here?
Nineteen, and all brave plump ones, besides six lizards and three serpentine eggs.
Hec. Dear and sweet boy ! what herbs hast thou ?
Fire. Here's panax too-I thank thee-my pan aches I'm sure, with kneeling down to cut 'em.
Every blade of 'em,
Hie thee home with 'em :
Fire. Aloft, quoth you? I would you would break your neck once, that I might have all quickly! [Aside.]-Hark, hark, mother! they are above the steeple already, flying over your head with a noise of musicians.
Hec. They 're they indeed. Help, help me; I'm too late else.
Come away, come away,
Hecate, Hecate, come away.
With all the speed I may.
Come away, make up the count.
[A spirit like a cat descends. (Voice above.] There's one comes down to fetch his dues,
A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood;
Since the air 's so sweet and good ?
Either come, or else refuse.
Hec. Now I'm furnished for the flight.
Malkin my sweet spirit and I.
To ride in the air
Or cannon's throat our height can reach. [Voice above.] No ring of bells, &c.
Fire. Well, mother, I thank your kindness : you must be gambolling i’ th' air, and leave me to walk here, like a fool and a mortal.
THE CHRISTIAN LADY AND THE ANGEL.
An Angel, in the guise of a Page, attends on DOROTHEA.
Dor. My book and taper
Here, most holy mistress.
Ang. No, my dear lady; I could weary stars,
Be nigh me still then.
This little, pretty body, when I, coming
Ang. Proud am I, that my lady's modest eye.
I have offer'd
I am not: I did never
O blessed day!
DOROTHEA is executed ; and the ANGEL visits THEOPHILUS, the Judge
that condemned her.
This Christian slut was well,
Are you amazed, sir ?
Theoph. How cam’st thou in? to whom thy business?
Ang. To you.
Whither she knew she went, and where, now happy,
Theoph. Cannot I see this garden?
Yes, if the master
(He vanishes.) Theoph.
'Tis a tempting fruit,
Both. My lord.
Saw you not
Theoph. Here he enter'd, a young lad; ;
A fine sweet earthquake, gently mov'd