Magistrate. Tell us your Thoughts about them then.
Martin. No, my thoughts are my own, when they are in, but when they are out they are anothers. Their Master.——
Magistrate. Their Master? who do you think is their Master?
Martin. If they be dealing in the Black Art, you may know as well as I.
Magistrate. Well, what have you done towards this?
Martin. Nothing at all.
Magistrate. Why, 'tis you or your Appearance.
Martin. I cannot help it.
Magistrate. Is it not your Master? How comes your Appearance to hurt these?
Martin. How do I know? He that appeared in the