Martin. I don't know.
Magist. But, What do you think ails them?
Martin. I don't desire to spend my Judgment upon it.
Magist. Don't you think they are bewitched?
Martin. No, I do not think they are.
Magist. 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—
Magist. 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.