Is sure a creature of melancholy, And will be found, or sitting in her fourm, Cla. You speak, Alken, as if you knew the sport of witch-hunting, Rob. Go, Sirs, about it, Take George here with you, he can help to find her. Scar. Let's advise upon 't, like huntsmen. Geo. An we can spy her once, she is our own. Scath. First think which way she fourmeth, on what wind: Or north, or south. Gco. For, as the shepherd said, A witch is a kind of hare. Scath. And marks the weather, As the hare docs. John. Where shall we hope to find her ? Alk. Know you the witches dell? Scar. No more than I do know the walks of hell. Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, To make ewes cast their lambs, swine cat their furrow! To open locks with, and to rivet charms, Gro. I thought a witches banks Had enclosed nothing but the merry pranks Of some old woman. Scar. Yes, her malice more. Scath. As it would quickly appear, had we the store Of his collects. Geo. Aye, this good learned man Can speak her right. Scar. He knows her shifts and haunts. Alk. And all her wiles and turns. The venom'd plants Wherewith she kills! where the sad mandrake grows, Whose groans are deathful! the dead numbing night-shade! And martegan! the shrieks of luckless owls, But you must give her law; and you shall see her John. Crafty croan, I long to be at the sport, and to report it. Scar. We'll make this hunting of the witch as famous, Geo. If we could come to see her, cry so haw once- CATILINE HIS CONSPIRACY, A TRAGEDY. The morning of the Conspiracy.-Lentulus, Cethegus, and Catiline meet, before the other Conspirators are ready. Lent. It is methinks a morning full of fate, It riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of sleep and death hung at it. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, It does not look as it would have a hail Or health wish'd in it, as on other morns. Cet. Why, all the fitter, Lentulus: our coming Is not for salutation: we have business. Cat. Said nobly, brave Cethegus. Where's Autronius? Cat. Not here. Cet. Not Vargunteius? Cat. Neither. Cet. A fire in their beds and bosoms, That so well serve their sloth rather than virtue. As now Lent. Both they, Longinus, Lecca, Curius, Fulvius, Gabinus, gave me word last night, Cet. Yes! as you, had I not call'd you. Cel. If the gods had call'd Them to a purpose, they would just have come powers And the degenerate talking gown run frighted Cal. Spirit of men, Thou heart of our great enterprise, how much I love these voices in thee! Cet. O the day's Of Sylla's sway, when the free sword took leave Cat. And was familiar With entrails, as our augurs Cet. Sons kill'd fathers, Brothers their brothers Cat. And had price and praise: All hate and license giv'n it; all rage reins. Cel. Slaughter bestrid the streets, and stretch'd himself To seem more huge: whilst to his stained thighs The gore he drew flow'd up, and carried down Whole heaps of limbs and bodies through his arch. No age was spar'd, no sex. Cat. Nay, no degree Cct. Not infants in the porch of life were free. Cat. 'Twas crime enough that they had lives. Was dull and poor. Some fell, to make the number; As some, the prey. Cet. The rugged Charon fainted, And ask'd a navy rather than a boat, To ferry over the sad world that came : The maws and dens of beasts could not receive Is to stand up in Rome. Lent. Nay, urge not that Is so uncertain. Cat. How! Lent. I mean, not clear'd; And therefore not to be reflected on. Cal. The Sybil's leaves uncertain! or the comments, Of our grave, deep, divining inen, not clear! Lent. All prophecies, you know, suffer the torture. Cat. But this already hath confess'd, without ; And so been weigh'd, examin'd, and compar'd, As 'twere malicious ignorance in him Would faint in the belief. Lent. Do you believe it? Cat. Do I love Lentulus, or pray to see it? Lent. They count from Cinna |