And Katheline said:
“Do not strike him, sirs; you break his poor body. He only committed one crime, for love, when he killed Hilbert. I am athirst, and thou, too, Hans my beloved. Give him to drink first. Water! Water! my body burns. Spare him, I will die soon in his place. A drink!”
Joos said to her:
“Ugly witch, die and burst like a bitch. Throw her in the fire, Messieurs the Judges. I am athirst!”
The clerks took down all he said.
The bailiff then said to him:
“Hast thou nothing to confess?”
“I have nothing more to say,” replied Damman; “you know all.”
“Since he persists,” said the bailiff, “in his denials, he shall remain on these benches and on these cords until he makes a fresh and full confession, and he shall be athirst, and he shall be kept from sleeping.”
“I will stay here,” said Joos Damman, “and I will take my pleasure in seeing that witch suffer on this bench. How do you find the marriage bed, my love?”