Good. Nowe tell me the other half.
Bad. That I may not.
Good. Aske him agayne.
Dinham. Come, come, prithee, tell me the other half.
Bad. The one is Greedie, and the other Ball.
This information having been obtained, a messenger is sent to a certain house, where the unfortunate Joan is straightway arrested. The conversation, if this absurd rigmarole can be so called, was afterwards resumed, the man conveniently going into one of his ‘fits’ for the purpose:
Good. But are these witches?
Bad. Yes; that they are.
Good. Howe came they to bee soe?
Bad. By discent.