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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.
pitch, that crooked pins and rowan-tree do next to nae good at a'—Bless us a'! I wush the minister war come.
DUNGARREN.
Enter Rutherford, in a hurried, bewildered manner.
LADY DUNGARREN.
DUNGARREN.
LADY DUNGARREN.
[Dungarren supports him, and places him in an easy chair; then fetches him a glass of water, which he swallows hastily.]
DUNGARREN.
RUTHERFORD.