Q. Don’t you know there is a hard master? A. Yes.
Reply. Don’t serve that hard master, you know who.
Q. Do you believe? Then again she was in a fit, and he again rub’d her breast &c.... He wrought his fingers before her eyes and asked her if she saw the witches? A. No....
Q. Who is it that afflicts you? A. I know not, there is a great many of them....
Q. You have seen the black man, hant you? A. No.
Reply. I hope you never shall.
Q. You have had a book offered you, hant you?
A. No.
Q. The brushing of you gives you ease, don’t it?
A. Yes. She turn’d herselfe, and a little groan’d.