frighted in her dreams, and so get a little bitter with the sweet.
Do as I bid ye, my pretty black dog, and I'll sign the book.

_Phoebe._ Oh, Nancy, I hear the black dog howl!

_Nancy_ (_after courtesying three times_). Hey, yellow bird! hey, my
pretty yellow bird! Go ye and peck at Goody Bishop's fine silk hood
and tear it to bits. Do as I bid ye, my pretty yellow bird, and I'll
sign the book.

_Phoebe._ Oh, Nancy, I hear the yellow bird twitter up chimbly!

_Nancy._ 'Tis rare witchcraft.

_Phoebe._ Is that all, Nancy?

_Nancy._ All of this sort. I've given them all they can do
to-night.

_Phoebe._ Then sing the witch song, Nancy.

_Nancy._ I'll sing the witch song, and you can dance on the table.

_Phoebe._ But 'tis sinful to dance, Nancy!

_Nancy._ 'Tis not sinful for a witch.

_Phoebe._ True; I forgot I was a witch. [_Gets upon the table and
dances, dangling her doll, while_ Nancy _sings._