O. Banks. Masters, be ruled by me; let’s all to a justice.—Hag, thou hast done this, and thou shalt answer it.
M. Saw. Banks, I defy thee.
O. Banks. Get a warrant first to examine her, then ship her to Newgate; here’s enough, if all her other villanies were pardoned, to burn her for a witch.—You have a spirit, they say, comes to you in the likeness of a dog; we shall see your cur at one time or other: if we do, unless it be the devil himself, he shall go howling to the gaol in one chain, and thou in another.
M. Saw. Be hanged thou in a third, and do thy worst!
Cud. How, father! you send the poor dumb thing howling to the gaol? he that makes him howl makes me roar.
O. Banks. Why, foolish boy, dost thou know him?
Cud. No matter if I do or not: he’s bailable, I am sure, by law;—but if the dog’s word will not be taken, mine shall.
O. Banks. Thou bail for a dog!
Cud. Yes, or a bitch either, being my friend. I’ll lie by the heels myself before puppison shall; his dog days are not come yet, I hope.
O. Banks. What manner of dog is it? didst ever see him?