A Catalogue Of Reprints Of Early English Poetic And Dramatic Literature To The Time Of King Charles I Inclusive On Sale At The Prices Affixed

Author : Charles Lamb
Publisher : General Books
ISBN 13 : 9781458955210
Total Pages : 124 pages
Book Rating : 4.9/5 (552 download)

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Download or read book Works written by Charles Lamb and published by General Books. This book was released on 2009-08 with total page 124 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903. Excerpt: ... THE WITCH OF EDMONTON, A TRAGI-COMEDY: By W1ll1am Rowley, Thomas Decker, John Ford, &c. Mother Sawyer before she turns Witch) alone. Saw. And why on me? why should the envious world Throw all their scandalous malice upon me? 'Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together, By some more strong in mischiefs than myself, Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one: urging That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle, doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse: This they enforce upon me; and in part Make me to credit it.1 Banks, a Farmer, enters. Banks. Out, out upon thee, Witch. Saw. Dost call me Witch? Banks. I do, Witch, I do: and worse I would, knew I a name more hateful. What makest thou upon my ground? Saw. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me. Banks. Down with them when I bid thee, quickly; I 'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else. Saw. You won't, churl, cut-throat, miser: there they 1 This soliloquy anticipates all that Addison has said in the conclusion of the 117th Spectator. be. Would they stuck cross thy throat, thy bowels, thy maw, thy midriff Banks. Say'st thou me so? Hag, out of my ground. Saw. Dost strike me, slave, curmudgeon? Now thy bones aches, thy joints cramps, And convulsions stretch and crack thy sinews. Banks. Cursing, thou hag! take that, and that. Exit. Saw. Strike, do, and wither'd may that hand and arm Whose blows have lamed me, drop from the rotten trunk. Abuse me! beat me! call me hag and witch! What is the name, where, and by what art learn'd? What spells, what charms, or invoc...