Sorrow: I can’t say her name, oh-oh-oh....
She gagged and went purple in the face, she clawed at her windpipe.
Labour: Oh, don’t you see, don’t you see, the witch has her by the throat? She won’t let her answer. Oh, sir, she’ll die. (The puny child struck the air above her sister’s head.) Go away, you wicked witch, go away!
Judge Lollimour: Now that you are restored, I shall name some to you, and when you reach the name of her whom you think torments you, you shall make a sign. Abigail Stone, Sarah Black, Obedience Lovejoy, Alice May, Delilah Broadbent, Doll Bilby....
Then the afflicted did cry out, and fell back weak and dumb.
Judge Lollimour: So you accuse Doll Bilby, that she bewitches you, causing your sickness? What else does she do to you?
Sorrow: She will have us sign in the Black Book.
Judge Lollimour: Come, you contrive a fancy. I do not believe she comes with a black book. Tell me how.
Sorrow: She comes with devils and imps and hideous animals, and they torment us, pressing out our lives, sticking pins and knives into us, and while they torment us she presses close to us, bidding us sign her book. But we will none of her, and God helps us and will save us.
Judge Lollimour: You claim that this woman comes to you by night, bringing such with her as prick and torment you. How does she come, in her own proper form?