_Question._ What. Do there a great many witches sit upon you?
_Answer._ Yes.
_Question._ Do you not know that there is a hard master?
Then she was in a fit. He laid his hand upon her face and nose, but, as he
said, without perceiving breath; then he brush'd her on the face with his
glove, and rubb'd her stomach (her breast not being covered with the bed
clothes) and bid others do so too, and said it eased her, then she
revived.
_Q._ Don't you know there is a hard master? _A._ Yes.
_Reply._ Don't serve that hard master, you know who.
_Q._ Do you believe? Then again she was in a fit, and he again rub'd
her breast &c.... He wrought his fingers before her eyes and asked her if
she saw the witches? _A._ No....
_Q._ Who is it that afflicts you? _A._ I know not, there is a
great many of them....
_Q._ You have seen the black man, hant you? _A._ No.
_Reply._ I hope you never shall.
_Q._ You have had a book offered you, hant you?
_A._ No.
_Q._ The brushing of you gives you ease, don't it?
_A._ Yes. She turn'd herselfe, and a little groan'd.
_Q._ Now the witches scratch you, and pinch you, and bite you, don't
they? _A._ Yes. Then he put his hand upon her breast and belly, viz.
on the clothes over her, and felt a living thing, as he said; which moved
the father also to feel, and some others.
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