‘The Hag of Malta’: Shakespeare’s Lost Masterpieces, Part 2

“‘Tis the Maltish hag, my lord.”

“What knowest thou of her, Raynard?”

“Passing fair is she, and fair in her passing. Like the willow is she, bending with the wind she sells to those sailors that do visit her.”

“Speckled be her nuncy?”

“Aye, my lord, but not so speckled as we cannot chance it.”