"Alizon is os good as she's protty, and dunna yo think to wheedle me into sayin' out agen her, fo' yo winna do it.

Ey'd dee rayther than harm a hure o' her heaod." "Very praiseworthy, indeed, my little dear," replied Potts, ironically.
"I honour you for your sisterly affection; but, notwithstanding all this, I cannot help thinking she has bewitched Mistress Nutter." "Licker, Mistress Nutter has bewitched her," replied Jennet.
"Then you think Mistress Nutter is a witch, eh ?" cried Potts, eagerly.
"Ey'st neaw tell ye what ey think, mon," rejoined Jennet, doggedly.
"But hear me," cried Potts, "I have my own suspicions, also, nay, more than suspicions." "If ye're shure, yo dunna want me," said Jennet.
"But I want a witness," pursued Potts, "and if you'll serve as one--" "Whot'll ye gi' me ?" said Jennet.
"Whatever you like," rejoined Potts.

"Only name the sum.

So you can prove the practice of witchcraft against Mistress Nutter--eh ?" Jennet nodded.

"Wad ye loike to knoa why brother Jem is gone to Pendle to-neet ?" she said.
"Very much, indeed," replied Potts, drawing still nearer to her.