Thou art not her daughter." "It is as I thought," cried Dorothy Assheton, roused by the intelligence from her terror.
"I tell thee not this secret to pleasure thee," continued Mother Chattox, "but to confound Elizabeth Device.

I have no other motive.

She hath provoked my vengeance, and she shall feel it.

Thou art not her child, I say.

The secret of thy birth is known to me, but the time is not yet come for its disclosure.