Nancy. Nay, I have another way, which you be too young to understand. [Nancy takes the candle, goes to the fireplace, and courtesies three times, looking up the chimney.
Nancy. Hey, black cat! hey, my pretty black cat! Go ye and sit on Goody Corey's breast, and claw her if she stirs. Do as I bid ye, my pretty black cat, and I'll sign the book.
Phœbe. Oh, Nancy, I hear the black cat yawl!
Nancy (after courtesying three times). Hey, black dog! hey, my pretty black dog! Go ye and howl in Mistress Olive's ear, so she be frighted in her dreams, and so get a little bitter with the sweet. Do as I bid ye, my pretty black dog, and I'll sign the book.
Phœbe. Oh, Nancy, I hear the black dog howl!
Nancy (after courtesying three times). Hey, yellow bird! hey, my pretty yellow bird! Go ye and peck at Goody Bishop's fine silk hood and tear it to bits. Do as I bid ye, my pretty yellow bird, and I'll sign the book.
Phœbe. Oh, Nancy, I hear the yellow bird twitter up chimbly!
Nancy. 'Tis rare witchcraft.
Phœbe. Is that all, Nancy?
Nancy. All of this sort. I've given them all they can do to-night.