Margery and Kate Knitting.
Kate. O dear, I would not see a Spirit for all the World; but I love dearly to hear Stories of them. Well, and what then?
Mar. And so, at last, in a dismal, hollow Tone it cry'd——
[A Knocking at the Door frights them both; they scream out, and throw down their Knitting.
Mar. and Kate. Lord bless us! What's that?
Kate. O dear, Mother, it's some Judgment upon us I'm afraid. They say, talk of the Devil and he'll appear.
Mar. Kate, go and see who's at the Door.
Kate. I durst not go, Mother; do you go.
Mar. Come, let's both go.
Kate. Now don't speak as if you was afraid.