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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03258	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.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.; Brome, Richard, d. 1652? aut	1634 (1634)	STC 13373; ESTC S104080	47,298	82

Miller stand out Robin stand out Soldier and lay your accusation upon 'em Bant. Speake Boy doe you know these Creatures women I dare not call 'em Boy Yes Sir and saw them all in the Barne together and many more at their Feast and Witchery Rob. And so did I by a Divellish token I was rid thither though I rid home againe as fast without switch or spur Mill. I was ill handled by them in the Mill Sold. And I sliced off a Cats foot there that is since a hand who ever wants it Seel. How I and all my family have suffered you all know Lawr. And how I were betwitched my Pall here knowes Parn. Yie Lall and the Witch I knaw an I prayen yeou goe me but leave to scrat her well-favorely Bant. Hold Parnell Parn. Yeou can blame no honest woman I trow to scrat for the thing she leoves Mal. Ha ha ha Dough. Doe you laugh Gentlewoman what say you to all these matters Mrs. Gen. I will say nothing but what you know you know And as the law shall finde me let it take me Gil. And so say I Mawd. And I Mal. And I other confession you get none from us Arth. What say you Granny Peg. Mamilion ho Mamilion Mamilion Arth. Who 's that you call Peg. My friend my Sweet-heart my Mamilion Witches You are not mad Dought. Ah ha that 's her Divell her Incubus I warrant take her off from the rest they 'l hurt her Come hether poore old woman I le dandle a Witch a little thou wilt speake and tell the truth and shalt have favour doubt not Say art not thou a Witch They storme Peg. 'T is folly to dissemble yie sir I am one Dought. And that Mamilion which thou call'st upon Is thy familiar Divell is 't not Nay prithee speake Peg. Yes Sir Dough. That 's a good woman how long hast had 's acquaintance ha Peg. A matter of sixe yeares Sir Dought. A pretty matter What was he like a man Peg. Yes when I pleas'd Dought. And then he lay with thee did he not sometimes Peg. T is folly to dissemble twice a Weeke he never fail'd me Dough. Humh and how and how a little was he a good Bedfellow Peg. T is folly to speake worse of him than he is Dough. I trust me is 't Give the Divell his due Peg. He pleas'd me well Sir like a proper man Dought. There was sweet coupling Peg. Onely his flesh felt cold Arth. He wanted his great fires about him that he has at home Dough. Peace and did he weare good clothes Peg. Gentleman like but blacke blacke points and all Dought. I very like his points were blacke enough But come we 'l trifle w 'yee no longer Now shall you all to the Iustices and let them take order with you till the Sizes and then let Law take his course and Uivat Rex Mr. Generous I am sorry for your cause of sorrow we shall not have your company Gener. No sir my Prayers for her soules recovery Shall not be wanting to her but mine eyes Must never see her more Rob. Mal adiew sweet Mal ride your next journey with the company you have there Mal. Well Rogue I may live to ride in a Coach before I come to the Gallowes yet Rob. And Mrs. the horse that stayes for you rides better with a Halter than your gingling bridle Exeunt Gen. Robin Dought. Mr. Seely I rejoyce for your families attonement Seel. And I praise heaven for you that were the means to it Dough. On afore Drovers with your untoward Cattell Exeunt severally Bant. Why doe not you follow Mr. By-blow I thanke your Aunt for the tricke she would have father'd us withall Whet. Well Sir mine Aunt 's mine Aunt and for that trick I will not leave her till I see her doe a worse Bant. Y' are a kinde Kinsman Exeunt Flourish FINIS Song II. Act 1 Come Mawsy come Puckling And come my sweet Suckling My pretty Mamillion my Ioy Fall each to his Duggy VVhile kindly we buggie As tender as Nurse over Boy Then suck our blouds freely and with it be jolly While merrily we sing hey Trolly Lolly 2 We 'l dandle and clip yee We 'l stroke yee and leape yee And all that we have is your due The feates you doe for us And those which you store us Withall tyes us onely to you Then suck our blouds freely and with it be jolly While merrily we sing hey Trolly Lolly THE EPILOGVE NOw while the Witches must expect their due By lawfull Iustice we appeale to you For favourable censure what their crime May bring upon 'em ripenes yet of time Has not reveal'd Perhaps great Mercy may After just condemnation give them day Of longer life We represent as much As they have done before Lawes hand did touch Upon their guilt But dare not hold it fit That we for Iustices and Iudges sit And personate their grave wisedomes on the Stage VVhom we are bound to honour No the Age Allowes it not Therefore unto the Lawes VVe can but bring the Witches and their cause And there we leave 'em as their Divels did Should we goe further with 'em Wit forbid What of their storie further shall ensue We must referre to time our selves to you