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<p>No wonder he wounds a friend. He who knows not God<lb/> | |||
' | And cares ot for his conscience let him fear <del>comes from</del> hell!</p> | ||
<p>I know 'tis a great sin, I know that witchcraft is damnable<lb/> | |||
But my grief has no measure – So let it be! (<gap/>)<lb/> | |||
Testily art thou come back. Thou must obey me<lb/> | |||
<del>Had</del> <add>Pour</add> millet in the pan & hold it over the glowing coals<lb/> | |||
And in the other hand a fan (<gap/>) and make the fire burn stronger<lb/> | |||
And utter these words: "Ever as the millet in this pan cracks<lb/> | |||
Let <del>the</del> my <del>husband</del> <add>master</add> seek my lady" – Bring home my husband<lb/> | |||
Thou mighty draft – bring him home – for my grief has no measure<lb/> | |||
(<gap/>)</p> | |||
<p>He burns my heart – I burn on his head<lb/> | |||
These dry leaves of the blister-tree <add><unclear>Cantharides</unclear> tree</add><lb/> | |||
As the leaves burn & leave only their embers<lb/> | |||
So may his heart burn in his bosom.<lb/> | |||
Bring home, my husband Sir</p> | |||
<p>I melt this wax over the fire – as the wax melts, – as<lb/> | |||
the earth soften when showers drop – Let a sweat come<lb/> | |||
over him & dissolve him, for a good husband should<lb/> | |||
not scorn his wife.</p> | |||
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No wonder he wounds a friend. He who knows not God
And cares ot for his conscience let him fear comes from hell!
I know 'tis a great sin, I know that witchcraft is damnable
But my grief has no measure – So let it be! ()
Testily art thou come back. Thou must obey me
Had Pour millet in the pan & hold it over the glowing coals
And in the other hand a fan () and make the fire burn stronger
And utter these words: "Ever as the millet in this pan cracks
Let the my husband master seek my lady" – Bring home my husband
Thou mighty draft – bring him home – for my grief has no measure
()
He burns my heart – I burn on his head
These dry leaves of the blister-tree Cantharides tree
As the leaves burn & leave only their embers
So may his heart burn in his bosom.
Bring home, my husband Sir
I melt this wax over the fire – as the wax melts, – as
the earth soften when showers drop – Let a sweat come
over him & dissolve him, for a good husband should
not scorn his wife.
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