Witchcraft: New Style

The Woman:

Are you there too?

Third Man:

And if he does come back

It will be devilry brought him.

The Woman:

I shall bring him; —

Tonight.

First Man:

How will he come?

The Woman:

Running: unless

He's broke his leg, and then he'll have to come

Crawling: but he will come.

First Man:

How do you know

What he may choose to do, three counties off?

The Woman:

He choose?

Third Man:

You haven't got him on a lead.

The Woman:

Haven't I though!

Second Man:

That's right; it's what I said.

The Woman:

Ay, there are brains in your family.

First Man:

You have

Some sort of pull on him, to draw him home?

The Woman:

You may say that: I have hold of his mind.

And I can slack it off or fetch it taut.

And make him dance a score of miles away

An answer to the least twangling thrum

I play on it. He thought he lurkt at last

Safely; and all the while, what has he been?

An eel on the end of a night line; and it's time

I haul'd him in. You'll see, to-night I'll land him.

Third Man:

Bragging's a light job.