Wite

[H]e gan fovvly vvyte / His vvicked fortune, that had turnd aſlope, / And curſed night, that reſt from him ſo goodly ſcope.

[U]niuſtly thou doeſt vvyte them all, / For that vvhich thou miſlikedſt in a fevv.

Nor I will not suffer mine indignation so to witwanton with fair justice as persuade me to put the wite on Witchland.