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Dost thou not understand what I say? Make confession.

Oh, hone! oh, hone!

Dost thou hear me, woman? Make confession.

Confession?

Yes, confession, woman.

Tell me what it is, an' I'll say 't.

How cunning she is to the last!

Didst thou not confess on thy trial that thou wert a witch, and hadst tryste-meetings and dealings with the devil?

Lord hae mercy on me: I said what I thought, and I thought as ye bade me. The Lord hae mercy on a wicked woman! for that, I know, I am.

How cunning she is again! She calls herself wicked, but will not call herself witch.