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Witchcraft IV iv: A yoong man lieng with a wench .. . was faine to leave his instruments of venerie behind him, by means of that prestigious art of witchcraft [...] He caught hir by the throte, . . . saieng: Restore me my toole, or thou shalt die for it. Witchcraft of Love 31: You said I should have her, if my Father would settle so and so, and now you come with your After-clap of consider’d, and changed your Mind. Witchcraft of Love 57: Adod, Master Trusty keeps rare nappy Ale. Well, a Pot in the Pate is a Mile in the Gate. Witchcraft of Love 31: I’ll not be fool’d and bamboozled at this rate, mun. Witchcraft of Love 46: Blockhead! you can’t make a Blockhead o’ me. Witchcraft of Love 29: What an if her Father should chop up the Wedding to Day, for he likes me woundily. Witchcraft of Love 30: Who comes here tho’, Odzooks, ’tis they. Witchcraft of Love 46: Egad, I shall be forc’d to stick this Tike, or be knock’d down myself. Witchcraft of Love 59: A great swingeing Dog, as big as old Hobson’s Stonehorse, claps his two Paws on my Shoulders, and stares me in the Face. Witchcraft of Love 29: What an if her Father should chop up the Wedding to Day, for he likes me woundily. Witchcraft of Love 50: Zoons, Sir!