Hathorne. Hath she ever shown you a book to sign?
Nancy. Verily she hath; and when I would not, hath afflicted me with sore pains in all my bones, so I cried out, on getting up, when I had set awhile.
Hathorne. Hath your mistress a familiar?
Nancy. Hey?
Hathorne. Have you ever seen any strange thing with her?
Nancy. She hath a yellow bird which sits on her cap when she churns.
Hathorne. What else have you seen with her?
Nancy. A thing like a cat, only it went on two legs. It clawed up the chimbly, and the soot fell down, and Goody Corey set me to sweeping on't up on the Lord's day.
Giles. Out upon ye, ye lying old jade!
Hathorne. Silence! Nancy, you may go to your place. Phœbe Morse, come hither.