WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.
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parritch nane! (Pointing to the bowls, and then pressing his stomach.) Tuim there! tuim here! Woe worth it! to say they wad be fou, an' they're no fou! Woe worth it! woe worth them a'!
Enter Bawldy, and Wilkin runs to take hold of him.
BAWLDY (frightened).
WILKIN.
BAWLDY (pulling out a horse-shoe from his pocket).
WILKIN.
BAWLDY.
WILKIN.