I came to know if you will trust the Glasgow carrier, who is just come for the orders of the family, with your commission to the silk shop.
What art thou telling me?
Of your commission to the silk shop.
I don't understand thee.
The additional yards of silk that are wanted.
I want none, fool! Thy wits are bewildered.
Not
my wits, Madam. What will you please to have, then, for the trimming of your new mantua?
Newt skins and adder skins, an thou wilt.
That might do for a witch's gown, indeed: Grizeld Bane might have a garniture of that sort.
What dost thou know of Grizeld Bane?
