The late Lancashire
VVITCHES.
A well received Comedy, lately
Acted at the Globe on the Banke-ſide,
by the Kings Majesties
Actors.
WRITTEN,
By THOM. HEYVVOOD,
AND
RICHARD BROOME.
Aut prodeſſe ſolent, aut delectare.
LONDON,
Printed by Thomas Harper for Benjamin Fiſher,
and are to be ſold at his Shop at the Signe of the
Talbot, without Alderſgate.
1634.
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THE PROLOGVE.
COrrantoes failing, and no foot poſt late
Poſſeſſing us with Newes of forraine State,
No accidents abroad worthy Relation
Arriving here, we are forc’d from our owne
To ground the Scene that’s now in agitation.
The Project unto many here well knowne;
Thoſe Witches the fat Iaylor brought to Towne,
An Argument ſo thin, perſons ſo low
Can neither yeeld much matter, nor great ſhow.
Expect no more than can from ſuch be rais’d,
So may the Scene paſſe pardon’d, though not prais’d.
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ACTVS, I. SCENA, I.
Enter Maſter Arthur, Mr. Shakſtone,
Mr. Bantam :
(as from hunting.)
Arthur.WAs ever ſport of expectation,
Thus croſt in th’ height.
Shak.Tuſh theſe are accidents, all game is
Arth.So you may call them
(ſubject to.
Chances, or croſſes, or what elſe you pleaſe,
But for my part, Ile hold them prodigies,
As things tranſcending Nature.
Bantam.O you ſpeake this,
Becauſe a Hare hath croſt you.
Arth.A Hare? a Witch, or rather a Divell I think.
For tell me Gentlemen, was’t poſſible
In ſuch a faire courſe, and no covert neere,
We in purſuit, and ſhe in conſtant view,
Our eyes not wandring but all bent that way,
The Dogs in chaſe, ſhe ready to be ceas’d,
And at the inſtant, when I durſt have layd
My life to gage, my Dog had pincht her, then
Shak.Somewhat ſtrange, but not as you inforce it.
That I am in an error, ſure I am
That I about me have no borrow’d eyes.
They are mine owne, and Matches.
Bant.She might find ſome Muſe as then not viſible to us,
Shak,Perhaps ſome Foxe had earth’d there,
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And though it be not common, for I ſeldome
Have knowne or heard the like, there ſquat her ſelfe,
And ſo her ſcape appeare but Naturall,
Which you proclaime a Wonder.
Arth.Well well Gentlemen, be you of your own faith, but
And is to me apparent, being in ſence,
(what I ſee
Mywits about me, no way toſt nor troubled,
To that will I give credit.
Banth.Come, come, all men
Were never of one minde, nor I of yours.
Shak.To leave this argument, are you reſolv’d
Where we ſhall dine to day?
Arth.Yes where we purpos’d.
Banth.That was with Maſter
Generous.
And where a loving welcome is preſum’d,
Whoſe liberall Table’s never unprepar’d,
Nor he of gueſts unfurniſht, of his meanes,
There’s none can beare it with a braver port,
And keepe his ſtate unſhaken, one who ſels not
Nor covets he to purchaſe, holds his owne
Without oppreſſing others, alwayes preſt
To indeere to him any knowne Gentleman
In whom he finds good parts.
Bantham.A Character not common in this age.
Arth.I cannot wind him up
Vnto the leaſt part of his noble worth.
Tis far above my ſtrength.
Enter Whetſtone.
Shak.See who comes yonder,
A fourth, to make us a full Meſſe of gueſts
At Maſter
Generous Table.
He is not worth our luring, a meere Coxcombe,
It is a way to call our wits in queſtion,
To have him ſeene amongſt us.
Bant.He hath ſpy’d us, there is no way to evade him.
Arth.That’s my griefe; a moſt notorious lyar, out upõ him,
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Shak.Let’s ſet the beſt face on’t.
Whet.What Gentlemen? all mine old acquaintance?
A whole triplicity of friends together? nay then
’Tis three to one we ſhall not ſoone part Company.
Shak.Sweet Mr.
Whetſtone.
Bant.Dainty Mr.
Whetſtone.
Arth.Delicate Maſter
Whetſtone.
Whet.You ſay right, Mr.
Whetſtone I have bin, Mr.
Whet-
ſtone I am, and Mr.
Whetſtone I ſhall be, and thoſe that know me,
know withall that I have not my name for nothing, I am hee
whom all the brave Blades of the Country uſe to whet their
wits upon; ſweet Mr.
Shakton, dainty Mr.
Bantham, and dainty
Mr.
Arthur, and how, and how, what all luſtick, all froligozone?
I know, you are going to my Vncles to dinner, and ſo am I too,
What ſhall we all make one randevous there,
You need not doubt of your welcome.
Shak.No doubt at all kind Mr.
Whetſtone; but we have not
ſeene you of late, you are growne a great ſtranger amongſt us,
I deſire ſometimes to give you a viſit; I pray where do you lye?
Whet.Where doe I lye? why ſometimes in one place, and
then againe in another, I love to ſhift lodgings; but moſt con-
ſtantly, whereſoere I dine or ſup, there doe I lye?
Arth.I never heard that word proceed from him
I durſt call truth till now.
Whet.But where ſo ever I lye ’tis no matter for that,
I pray you ſay, and ſay truth, are not you three now
Going to dinner to my Vncles?
Bant.I thinke you are a Witch Maſter
Whetſtone.
Whet.How? A Witch Gentlemen? I hope you doe not
meane to abuſe me, though at this time (if report be true there
are too many of them here in our Country) but I am ſure I look
like no ſuch ugly Creature.
Shak.It ſeemes then you are of opinion that there are Wit-
ches, for mine own part, I can hardly be induc’d to think there
is any ſuch kinde of people.
Whet.No ſuch kinde of people! I pray you tell me Gentle-
men, did never any one of you know my Mother?
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Arth.Why was your Mother a Witch?
Whet.I doe not ſay as Witches goe now a dayes, for they
for the moſt part are ugly old Beldams, but ſhe was a luſty
young Laſſe, and by her owne report, by her beauty and faire
lookes bewitcht my Father.
Bant.It ſeemes then your Mother was rather a yong wan-
ton wench, than an old wither’d witch.
Whet.You ſay right, and know withall I come of two an-
cient Families, for as I am a
Whetſtone by the Mother-ſide, ſo
I am a
By-
blow by the Fathers.
Arth.It appeares then by your diſcourſe, that you came in
Whet.I would have you thinke I ſcorne like my Granams
Cat to leape over the Hatch.
Shak.He hath confeſt himſelfe to be a Baſtard.
Arth.And I beleeve’t as a notorious truth.
Whet.Howſoever I was begot, here you ſee I am,
And if my Parents went to it without feare or wit,
Arth.Very probable, for as he was got without feare,
So it is apparent he was borne without wit.
Whet.Gentlemen, it ſeemes you have ſome private buſineſſe
amongſt your ſelves, which I am not willing to interrupt, I
know not how the day goes with you, but for mine owne part,
my ſtomacke is now much upon 12. You know what houre
my Vncle keepes, and I love ever to bee ſet before the firſt
grace, I am going before, ſpeake, ſhall I acquaint him with
Shak.We meane this day to ſee what fare he keepes.
Whet.And you know it is his cuſtome to fare well,
And in that reſpect I think I may be his kinſman,
And ſo farewell Gentlemen, Ile be your fore-runner,
To give him notice of your viſite.
Bant.And ſo intyre us to you.
Shak.Sweet Mr.
Whetſtone.
Whet.I ſee you are perfect both in my name & ſirname; I have
bin ever bound unto you, for which I will at this time be your
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Noverint,and give him notice that you
Vniverſi will bee with
him
per prœſentes, and that I take to be preſently.
Exit.
Arth.Farewell
As in prœſenti.
Shak.It ſeemes hee’s peece of a Scholler.
Arth.What becauſe he hath read a little Scriveners Latine,
hee never proceeded farther in his Accidence than to
Mentiri
non eſt meum; and that was ſuch a hard Leſſon to learne, that
he ſtucke at
mentiri;and cu’d never reach to
non eſt meum:
ſince, a meere Ignaro, and not worth acknowledgement.
Bant.Are theſe then the beſt parts he can boaſt of?
Arth.As you ſee him now, ſo ſhall you finde him ever: all in
one ſtrain, there is one only thing which I wonder he left out.
Shak.And what might that be.
Arth.Of the ſame affinity with the reſt.
At every ſecond word, he his commonly boaſting
either of his Aunt or his Vncle.
Enter Mr. Generous.
Bant.You name him in good time, ſee where he comes.
Gener.Gentlemen, Welcome, t’is a word I uſe,
From me expect no further complement:
Nor do I name it often at one meeting,
Once ſpoke (to thoſe that underſtand me beſt,
And know I alwaies purpoſe as I ſpeake)
Hath ever yet ſuffiz’d: ſo let it you;
Nor doe I love that common phraſe of gueſts,
As we make bold, or we are troubleſome,
Wee take you unprovided, and the like;
I know you underſtanding Gentlemen,
And knowing me, cannot perſuade your ſelves
With me you ſhall be troubleſome or bold,
But ſtill provided for my worthy friends,
Amongſt whom you are liſted.
You generouſly inſtruct us, and to expreſſe
We can be your apt ſchollers: in a word
Wee come to dine with you.
Gener.And Gentlemen, ſuch plainneſſe doth beſt pleaſe me, I
Of ſo much by my kinſman, and to ſhow
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How lovingly I tooke it, inſtantly
Roſe from my chayre to meet you at the gate,
And be my ſelfe your uſher; nor ſhall you finde
Being ſet to meat, that i’le excuſe your fare,
Or ſay, I am ſory it falls out ſo poore;
And had I knowne your comming wee’d have had
Such things and ſuch, nor blame my Cooke, to ſay
This diſh or that hath not bin ſauc’ſt with care:
Words, fitting beſt a common Hoſteſſe mouth,
When ther’s perhaps ſome juſt cauſe of diſlike
But not the table of a Gentleman;
Nor is it my wives cuſtome; in a word, take what you find, & ſo
Arth.Sir without flattery
You may be call’d the ſole ſurviving ſonne
Of long ſince baniſht Hoſpitality.
Gener.In that you pleaſe me not: But Gentlemen
I hope to be beholden unto you all,
Which if I proove, Ile be a gratefull debtor.
Gener.I ever ſtudied plaineneſſe, and truth withall.
Shak.I pray expreſſe your ſelfe.
Gener.In few I ſhall. I know this youth to whom my wife
Is (as you needs muſt finde him) weake and ſhallow:
(is Aunt
Dull, as his name, and what for kindred ſake
We note not, or at leaſt, are loath to ſee,
Is unto ſuch well-knowing Gentlemen
Moſt groſſely viſible: If for my ſake
You will but ſeeme to winke at theſe his wants,
At leaſt at table before us his friends,
I ſhall receive it as a courteſie
Gener.Now when you pleaſe pray Enter Gentlemen.
Arth.Would theſe my friends prepare the way before,
To be reſolved of one thing before dinner
Would ſomething adde unto mine appetite,
Shall I intreat you ſo much.
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Bant.O ſir you may command us.
Prepare your ſtomackes with a bowle of Sacke.
Exit Bant.
My Cellar can affoord it; now Mr.
Arthur& Shak.
Pray freely ſpeake your thoughts.
To preſſe a promiſe from you, tak’t not ſo,
Rather to prompt your memory in a motion
Made to you not long ſince.
A Mannor, the beſt part of your eſtate,
Morgag’d to one ſlips no advantages
Which you would have redeem’d.
Gener.And as I rhinke, I promiſt at that time
To become bound with you, or if the uſurer
(A baſe, yet the beſt title I can give him)
Perhaps ſhould queſtion that ſecurity,
To have the money ready. Waſt not ſo?
Arth.It was to that purpoſe wee diſcourſt.
Gener.Provided, to have the Writings in my cuſtody.
Elſe how ſhould I ſecure mine owne eſtate.
Arth.To denie that, I ſhould appeare toth’ World
Stupid, and of no braine.
Gener.Your monie’s ready.
Arth.And I remaine a man oblig’d to you.
Gener.Make then your word good
By ſpeaking it no further, onely this,
It ſeemes your uncle you truſted in ſo far
Hath failed your expectation.
Arth.Sir he hath, not that he is unwilling or unable,
But at this time unfit to be ſolicited;
For to the Countries wonder, and my ſorrow,
Hee is much to be pitied.
Arth.Becauſe hee’s late become the ſole diſcourſe
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Of all the countrey; for of a man reſpected
For his diſcretion and knowne gravitie,
As maſter of a govern’d Family,
The houſe (as if the ridge were fixt below,
And groundſils lifted up to make the roofe)
All now turn’d topſie turvy.
Arth.In ſuch a retrograde & prepoſterous way
As ſeldome hath bin heard of. I thinke never.
Gener.Can you diſcourſe the manner?
Arth.The good man, in all obedience kneeles vnto his ſon,
Hee with an auſtere brow commands his father.
The wife preſumes not in the daughters ſight
Without a prepared courteſie. The girle, ſhee
Expects it as a dutie; chides her mother
Who quakes and trembles at each word ſhe ſpeaks,
And what’s as ſtrange, the Maid ſhe dominiers
O’re her yong miſtris, who is aw’d by her.
The ſon to whom the Father creeps and bends,
Stands in as much feare of the groome his man.
All in ſuch rare diſorder, that in ſome
As it breeds pitty, and in others wonder;
So in the moſt part laughter.
Gener.How thinke you might this come.
Arth.T’is thought by Witchcraft.
Gener.They that thinke ſo dreame,
For my beliefe is, no ſuch thing can be,
A madneſſe you may call it: Dinner ſtayes,
That done, the beſt part of the afternoone
Wee’le ſpend about your buſineſſe.
Exeunt.
Enter old Seely and Doughty.
Seely.Nay but vnderſtand me neighbor
Doughty.
Doughty.Good maſter
Seely I do underſtand you, and over
and over underſtand you ſo much, that I could e’ene bluſh at
your fondneſſe; and had I a ſonne to ſerve mee ſo, I would con-
ure a di vell out of him.
See.Alas he is my childe.
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Dough.No, you are his childe to live in feare of him, indeed
they ſay oldmen become children againe, but before I would
become my childes childe, and make my foot my head, I would
ſtand upon my head, and kick my heels at the ſkies.
Enter Gregory.
See.You do not know what an only ſon is, O ſee, he comes
now if you can appeaſe his anger toward me, you ſhall doe an
Dou.It is an office that I am but weakly verſd in
To plead to a ſonne in the fathers behalfe,
Bleſſe me what lookes the deviliſh young Raſcall
Frights the poore man withall!
Greg.I wonder at your confidence, and how you dare ap-
Greg.It is right reverend councell, I thanke you for it, I ſhall
ſtudy patience ſhall I, while you practice waies to begger mee,
See.If ever I tranſgreſſe in the like againe—
Greg.I have taken your word too often ſir and neither can
nor will forbeare you longer.
Dough.What not your Father Mr.
Gregory?
Greg.Whats that to you ſir?
Dough.Pray tell me then ſir, how many yeares has hee to
Gre.What do you bring your ſpokeſman now, your advocat,
What ſee goes out of my eſtate now,for his Oratory?
Dou.Come I muſt tell you, you forget your ſelfe,
And in this foule unnaturall ſtrife wherein
You trample on your father. You are falne
Below humanitie. Y’are ſo beneath
The title of a ſonne, you cannot clayme
To be a man, and let me tell you were you mine
Thou ſhouldſt not eat but on thy knees before me.
See.O this is not the way.
This is to raiſe Impatience into fury.
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I do not ſeek his quiet for my eaſe,
I can beare all his chidings and his threats
And take them well, very exceeding well,
And finde they do me good on my owne part,
Indeed they do reclaim me from thoſe errors
That might impeach his fortunes, but I feare
Th’ unquiet ſtrife within him hurts himſelfe,
And waſtes or weakens Nature by the breach
Of moderate ſleepe and dyet; and I can
No leſſe than grieve to finde my weakneſſes
To be the cauſe of his affliction,
And ſee the danger of his health and being.
Dou.Alas poore man? Can you ſtand open ey’d
Or dry ey’d either at this now in a Father?
Greg.Why, if it grieve you, you may look of ont,
I have ſeen more than this twice twenty times,
And have as often bin deceiv’d by his diſſimulations
I can ſee nothing mended.
Dou.He is a happy fire that has brought up his ſon to this.
See.All ſhall be mended ſon content your ſelfe,
But this time forget but this laſt fault.
Greg.Yes, for a new one to morrow.
Dou.Pray Mr.
Gregory forget it, you ſee how
Submiſſive your poore penitent is, forget it,
Forget it, put it out o’ your head, knocke it
Out of your braines. I proteſt, if my Father,
Nay if my fathers dogge ſhould have ſayd
As much to me, I ſhould have embrac’t him.
What was the treſpaſſe? It c’ud not be ſo hainous.
Greg.Wel Sir, you no, ſhall be a Iudge for all your jeering.
Was it a fatherly part thinke you having a ſonne
To offer to enter in bonds for his nephew, ſo to indanger
My eſtate to redeeme his morgage.
See.But I did it not ſonne?
Gre.I know it very well, but your dotage had done it,
If my care had not prevented it.
Dou.Is that the buſineſſe: why if he had done it, had hee not
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bin ſufficiently ſecur’d in having the morgage made over to
Greg.He does nothing but practice waies to undo himſelfe,
and me: a very ſpendthrift, a prodigall ſire, hee was at the Ale
but tother day, and ſpent a foure-penny club.
See.’Tis gone and paſt ſonne.
Greg.Can you hold your peace ſir? And not long ago at the
Wine he ſpent his teaſter, and two pence to the piper,
That was brave was it not?
See.Truely we were civily merry. But I have left it.
Greg.Your civility have you not? For no longer agoe than
laſt holiday evening he gam’d away eight double ring’d tokens
on a rubbers at bowles with the Curate, and ſome of his idle
Dou.Fie Mr.
Gregory Seely is this ſeemely in a ſonne.
You’le have a rod for the childe your father ſhortly I feare.
Alaſſe did hee make it cry? Give me a ſtroke and Ile beat him,
Bleſſe me, they make me almoſt as mad as themſelves.
Greg.’Twere good you would meddle with your own mat-
See.Sonne, ſonne.
(ters ſir.
Greg.Sir, Sir, as I am not beholden to you for houſe or Land,
for it has ſtood in the name of my an-
ceſtry the
Seelyes above two hundred yeares, ſo will I
look you leave all as you found it.
Enter Lawrence.
Law.What is the matter con yeow tell?
Greg.O
Lawrence, welcom, Thou wilt make al wel I am ſure.
Law.Yie whick way con yeow tell, but what the foule evill
doone yee,heres ſick an a din.
Dou.Art thou his man fellow ha? that talkeſt thus to him?
Law.Yie ſir, and what ma’ yoew o’that, he mainteynes me
to rule him, and i’le deu’t, or ma’ the heart weary o’the weambe
Dou.This is quite upſide downe, the ſonne controlls the fa-
ther, and the man overcrowes his maſters coxſcombe, ſure they
Greg.’Twas but ſo, truely
Lawrence; the peeviſh old man
vex’t me, for which I did my duty, in telling him his owne, and Mr.
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Doughty here maintaines him againſt me.
Law.I forbodden yeow to meddle with the old carle, and
let me alone with him, yet yeow ſtill be at him, hee ſerv’d yeow
but weell to baſt ye for’t, ant he were ſtronk enough, but an I
ſaw foule with yee an I ſwaddle yee not favorly may my girts
See.Prethee good
Lawrence be gentle and do not fright thy
Law.Yie, at your command anon.
Dough.Enough good
Lawrencee, you have ſaid enough.
Law.How trow yeou that? A fine World when a man can-
not be whyet at heame for buſie brain’d neighpors.
Dou.I know not what to ſay to any thing here,
This cannot be but witchcraft.
Enter Ioane and Winny.
Win.I cannot indure it nor I will not indure it.
Dou.Hey day! the daughter upon the mother too.
Win.One of us two, chuſe you which, muſt leave the houſe,
wee are not to live together I ſee that, but I will know, if there
be Law in
Lancaſhire for’t, which is fit firſt to depart the houſe
or the World, the mother or the daughter.
Win.Do you ſay the daughter, for that word I ſay the mother,
unleſſe you can prove me the eldeſt, as my diſcretion almoſt war-
rant it, I ſay the mother ſhall out of the houſe or take ſuch cour-
ſes in it as ſhall ſort with ſuch a houſe and ſuch a daughter.
Joan.Daughter I ſay, I wil take any courſe ſo thou wilt leave
thy paſſion; indeed it hurts thee childe, I’le ſing and be merry,
weare as fine clothes, and as delicate dreſſings as thou wilt
have me, ſo thou wilt pacifie thy ſelfe, and be at peace with me.
Win.O will you ſo, in ſo doing I may chance to looke
upon you, Is this a fit habite for a handſome young Gentlewo-
mans mother, as I hope to be a Lady, you look like one o’ the
Scottiſh wayward ſiſters, O my hart has got the hickup, and all
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lookes greene about me, a merry ſong now mother, and thou
Ioan.Ha, ha, ha! ſhe’s overcome with joy at my converſion.
Dough.She is moſt evidently bewitcht.
Song.
Ioane.There was a deft Lad and a Laſſe fell in love,
with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly;
With kiſſing and toying this Maiden did prove,
with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly;
So wide i’ th waſt, and her Belly ſo high,
That unto her mother the Maiden did cry,
O Langtidowne dilly, O Langtidowne dilly,
fa la la Langtidowne, Langtidowne dilly.
Enter Parnell.
Parn.Thus wodden yeou doone and I were dead, but while
live yoeu fadge not on it, is this aw the warke yeou con
Dough.Now comes the Mayd to ſet her Miſtreſſes to work.
VVin.Nay pri’thee ſweet
Parnell, I was but chiding the
old wife for her unhandſomneſſe, and would have been at my
work preſently, ſhe tels me now ſhe will weare fine things,
and I ſhall dreſſe her head as I liſt.
Dough.Here’s a houſe well govern’d?
Parn.Dreſſe me no dreſſings, leſſen I dreſſe yeou beth, and
learne a new leſſon with a wainon right now, han I bin a ſer-
vant here this halfe dozen o’ yeares, and con I ſee yeou idler
Ioa. VVin.Nay prithee ſweet
Parnell content, & hark thee– –
Dough.I have knowne this, and till very lately, as well go-
vern’d a Family as the Country yeilds, and now what a neſt of
ſeverall humors it is growne, and all divelliſh ones, ſure all the
VVitches in the Country, have their hands in this home-ſpun
medley; and there be no few ’tis thought.
Parn.Yie, yie, ye ſhall ye ſhall, another time, but not naw
I thonke yeou, yeou ſhall as ſoone piſſe and paddle in’t, as ſlap
me in the mouth with an awd Petticoat, or a new paire o
C 3ſhoine,
The Witches of Lancaſhire.
ſhoine, to be whyet, I cannot be whyet, nor I wonnot be why-
et, to ſee ſicky doings I.
Lawr.Hold thy prattle
Parnell, aw’ com’d about a weene
a had it, wotſt thou what
Parnell? wotſt thou what? o deare,
Parn.What’s the fond wexen waild trow I.
Lawr.We han bin in love theſe three yeares, and ever wee
had not enough, now is it com’d about that our love ſhall be at
an end for ever, and a day, for wee mun wed may hunny, we
Parn.What the Deowl ayles the lymmer lowne, bin thy
braines broke lowſe trow I.
Lawr.Sick a waddin was there never i’ Loncoſhire as ween
couple at on Monday newſt.
Par.Awa awaw, ſayn yeou this ſickerly, or done you but
Lawr.I jaum thee not nor flam thee not, ’tis all as true as
booke, here’s both our Maſters have conſented and concloyded,
and our Miſtreſſes mun yeild toyt, to put aw houſe and lond and
aw they have into our hands.
Lawr.And we mun marry and be maſter and dame of aw.
Lawr.And theyn be our Sijourners, becauſe they are weary
of the world, to live in frendibleneſſe, and ſee what will come
Par.Awa, awaw, agone.
(on’t.
Seel. & Greg.Nay ’tis true
Parnell, here’s both our hands
Ioan. & VVin.And ours too, and ’twill be fine Ifackins.
Parn.Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw!
Dou.Here’s a mad buſineſſe towards.
Seel.I will beſpeake the Gueſts.
Ioan.I’le dreſſe the dinner, though I drip my ſweat.
Law.My care ſhall ſumptuous parrelments provide.
Win.And my beſt art ſhall trickly trim the Bride.
Parn.Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw.
Greg.Ile get choyce muſick for the merriment.
[C3v]Dough. And
The Witches of Lancaſhire.
Dough.And I will waite with wonder the event.
Parn.Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw.
