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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.
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MARY MACMURREN.

I'm sure he will, for my legs bend under me sa, I canna' stand upright.

GRIZELD BANE.

Hold thy tongue! he is on the moor. Look yonder, where he is moving with strides like the steps of a man, and light by his side. Dost thou see it? (To Mary Macmurren.)

MARY MACMURREN.

Preserve us from skathe! I see like a man wi' a lantern. Dost thou see it, Elspy?

ELSPY LOWE.

Distinctly: and wi' what fearfu' strides he comes on!

GRIZELD BANE.

It is him; he approaches. Bow your heads instantly to the earth, and repeat the Lord's Prayer backwards, if you can.

[They all bow their bodies and begin an inarticulate muttering; and presently enters Murrey, bearing a lantern, which he hastily darkens upon discovering them, and tries to avoid them.]

GRIZELD BANE.

Do not pass from us! stay with us; speak to us, Satan! Our spells are shrewd and sure, and