"'_Sortilegam non patieris vivere_' saith the Levitical law.

If she be convicted she shall die the death.

That she is comely I admit; but it is the comeliness of a child of sin.

Dost thou know the man with whom she is wedded--or supposed to be wedded--for I have seen no proof of the marriage?
He is a stranger here." "Ey knoas neawt abowt him, lort abbut, 'cept that he cum to Pendle a twalmont agoa," replied Ashbead; "boh ey knoas fu' weel that t'eawtcumbling felly robt me ot prettiest lass i' aw Lonkyshiar--aigh, or i' aw Englondshiar, fo' t' matter o' that." "What manner of man is he ?" inquired the abbot.
"Oh, he's a feaw teyke--a varra feaw teyke," replied Ashbead; "wi' a feace as black as a boggart, sooty shiny hewr loike a mowdywarp, an' een loike a stanniel.

Boh for running, rostling, an' throwing t' stoan, he'n no match i' this keawntry.