Ask me to witness agen 'em, that's aw." "Howd thy tongue, woman, or ey'n drown thee," muttered Jem, in a tone of deep menace.
"Ye canna, mon, if ey'm the witch ye ca' me," rejoined Nance.

"Jennet's turn'll come os weel os mine, one o' these days.

Mark my words." "Efore that ey shan see ye burned, ye faggot," cried Jennet, almost fiercely.
"Ye'n gotten the fiend's mark o' your sleeve," cried Nance.

"Ey see it written i' letters ov blood." "That's where our cat scratted me," replied Jennet, hiding her arm quickly.
"Good!--very good!" observed Potts, rubbing his hands.

"'Who but witches can be proof against witches ?' saith our sagacious sovereign.