Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ford. A witch, a Queane, an olde couzening queane:
Ford. Haue I not forbid her my house. She comes of errands
Ford. do's she? We are simple men, wee doe not know what's
Ford. brought to passe vnder the profession of Fortune‑telling.
Ford. She workes by Charmes, by Spels, by th'Figure, & such
Ford. dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: wee know no
Ford. thing. Come downe you Witch, you Hagge you, come
Ford. downe I say.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. Nay, good sweet husband, good Gentle
Mist.Ford. men, let him strike the old woman.
Mist.Page. Mist.Page.
Mist.Page. Come mother Prat, Come giue me your
Mist.Page. hand.
Ford. Ford.
Ford. Ile Prat‑her: Out of my doore, you Witch,
Ford. you Ragge, you Baggage, you Poulcat, you Runnion,
Ford. out, out: Ile coniure you, Ile fortune‑tell you.
Mist.Page. Are you not asham'd?