Good. But howe by discent?
Bad. From the grandmother to the mother, and from the mother to the children.
Good. But howe aree they soe?
Bad. They aree bound to us, and wee to them.
Good. Lett mee see the bond.
Bad. Thou shalt not.
Good. Lett mee see it, and if I like I will seale alsoe.
Bad. Thou shalt, if thou wilt not reveale the contentes thereof.
Good. I will not.
As usual, the Good Spirit gets its way, and the bond is produced, drawing from the Good Spirit an exclamation of anguish: ‘Alas! oh, pittifull, pittifull, pittifull! What? eight seales, bloody seales—four dead, and four alive? Ah, miserable!’