Joos Damman began to fall off to sleep where he was, but the sergeants soon beat him awake again. And Katheline said:
“Do not beat him, kind sirs. He has committed but a single crime, when he killed Hilbert—and that was done for love’s sake. Oh, but I am thirsty! And you also are thirsty, Hans, my beloved! Pray give him something to drink first of all. Water! Water! My body is burning me up. But spare him. I will die for him. Water!”
Joos said to her:
“Ugly old witch that you are, go and die for all I care! Throw her into the fire, my Lords! Oh, but I am thirsty!”
Meanwhile the clerks of the court were busy writing down every word that was being said. And the bailiff asked him:
“Have you nothing to confess?”
“I have nothing more to say,” replied Damman. “You know all that there is to know.”
“Forasmuch as he persists in his denials,” said the bailiff, “let him remain where he is until he shall have made a complete avowal of his crimes. Let him neither eat nor drink nor go to sleep.”
“So be it,” said Joos Damman. “And I will amuse myself by watching the sufferings of this old witch here.”
And Katheline answered him, saying: