GOODY RICKBY [Shrugs.] I run risks. Besides, where will you get another?
RACHEL That is true. Here, I will buy it. That is the sum you mentioned, I believe?
[She hands a purse to Goody Rickby who opens it and counts over some coins.]
GOODY RICKBY Let see; let see.
RACHEL Well?
GOODY RICKBY Good: ’tis good. Folks call me a witch, mistress. Well—harkee—a witch’s word is as good as a justice’s gold. The glass is yours—with my blessing.
RACHEL Spare yourself that, dame. But the glass: how am I to get it? How will you send it to me—quietly?
GOODY RICKBY Trust me for that. I’ve a willing lad that helps me with such errands; a neighbour o’ mine. [Calls.] Ebenezer!
RACHEL [Startled.] What! is he here?
GOODY RICKBY In the hay-loft. The boy’s an orphan; he sleeps there o’ times. Ebenezer!