Jasp. Are you there with your Beares; Don Lewis say you? 
Marry now I find ’twas Jealousie of his Wife;
And not the matter of Money made him kill him,
Whether he was guilty or no; I’le be sure he shan’t
Be forgot, for I’le before hand to my Aunt, and tell
Her all; I hope, she is a Witch; the People say so, a
Mighty Artist I am sure she is, for she has done
Strange things, and all men fear her, besides I
Know she loves me, and will strive all she can to
Do me good, and hap what will my Lord will
Think me honest; for Night will surely shew his
Sister to him, drest in’s Ladyes Gown, what though
He kill her, the mistake will lye o’th’ Night, and not
On me, thus I make good the Villain that she call’d
Me, in my Revenge on her; and if Nurse fails me
Not, I’le have my Lady, and Pedro; finely firkt. 
When this is done, my Lord rewards my care,
Let him the danger I’le the profit share. 
And since things Excellent commended be,
’Tshall be my Aym t’excell in Villany.

    The End of the first Act.

        Act the Second.

  Enter Jasper_ and the Witch._

Jasp. This kindness, Aunt, I beg, your Art must do; For I have no way else to save my place.

Witch. Why, ’tis impossible; I’ve no such Art As People think, to call up Spirits to me; Nor know I any thing, but what is told me.

Jasp. Now you dissemble, Aunt, for han’t you often
Rais’d Storms, have rent up Trees, and shook strong
Towers?  Seeming to threaten Nature with it’s end;
And at such times have sent strange shaped
Spirits, who have restored to owners stolen Goods. 
These things so many know, it is impossible
For you to keep it private; but I find,
Rather then trust me with your mighty secrets,
Or help me with your Art, you’l see my Ruine.

Witch. These things you speak of, people think I do,
And so I’de have e’m; for tis the only way I have to Live: 
The Vulgar People love to be deluded;
And things the most unlikely they most dote on;
A strange Disease in Cattle, Hogs or Pigs,
Or any Accident in Cheese or Butter;
Though’t be but Natural, or a Sluts fault,
Must strait be Witchcraft!  Oh, the Witch was here! 
The Ears or Tail is burn’d, the Churn is burn’d;
And this to hurt the Witch, when all the while
They’re likest Witches that believe such Cures;
Could I do all that People think I can,
I’de ne’re take pains to find out stolen Goods,
Or hold intelligence with Thieves to bring e’m,
Meerly to get my Bread; no, I would make
The Universe pay Tribute to my power,
And all the Bug-bear Lords Inquisitors
More tremble at my Name then I do now
At theirs:  Ah, Jasper, would I raise
Storms when I would, blast Corn, turn Rivers backward
Change shapes, mov’d where I pleas’d i’th’ Air,
And that so fast, as thought it self would
Hardly overtake me: 
What is’t I could not do? if all were true
The Foolish People think, the Pope himself would
Quickly lose Respect,
And none be thought infallible but I.