O. Bank.
Catch her fast, and have her into some close Chamber: do, for she's as many VVives are, stark mad.
Clow.
The witch, Mother Sawyer, the witch, the devil. [Car. her off.
O. Ratc.
O my dear VVife! help, Sirs!
O. Bank.
You see your work, Mother Bumby.
Saw.
My work? should she & all you here run mad, is the work mine?
Clow.
No, on my conscience, she would not hurt a Devil of two yeers old.
Enter Old Ratcliff, and the rest.
How now? what's become of her?
O. Ratc.
Nothing: she's become nothing, but the miserable trunk of a wretched woman. We were in her hands as Reeds in a mighty Tempest: spight of our strengths, away she brake; and no∣thing in her mouth being heard, but the Devil, the VVitch, the VVitch, the Devil; she beat out her own brains, and so died.
Clow.
It's any Man's case, be he never so wise, to die when his brains go a wool-gathering.
O. Banks.
Masters, be rul'd by me; let's all to a Justice. Hag, thou hast done this, and thou shalt answer it.
Sawy.
Banks, I defie thee.
O. Bank.
Get a VVarrant first to examine her, then ship her to Newgate: here's enough, if all her other villanies were pardon'd, to burn her for a VVitch. You have a Spirit, they say, comes to you in the likeness of a Dog; we shall see your Cur at one time or other: if we do, unless it be the Devil himself, he shall go how∣ling to the Goal in one chain, and thou in another.
Sawy.
Be hang'd thou in a third, and do thy worst.
Clow.
How, Father? you send the poor dumb thing howling to th'Goal? He that makes him howl, makes me roar.
O. Bank.
VVhy, foolish Boy, dost thou know him?
Clow.
No matter, if I do or not. He's baylable I am sure by Law. But if the Dog's word will not be taken, mine shall.
O. Bank.
Thou Bayl for a Dog?
Clow.
Yes, or a Bitch either, being my Friend. I'll lie by the heels my self, before Puppison shall: his Dog-days are not come yet, I hope.
O. Bank.
VVhat manner of Dog is it? didst ever see him?
Clow.
See him? yes, and given him a bone to gnaw twenty times. The Dog is no Court foysting Hound, that fills his belly