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Blessing on thy lovely face, witch or no witch! dost thou speak to me so gently! [Exit, leaning on the Sheriff.

A bonny witch, and a cunning ane, as ever signed compact wi' Satan! I wonder what cantrap she'll devise for the morn, whan the pinching time comes. I wish it were over. [Exit, locking the door.