_Nancy._ Them that won't hear be deafer than them that's born so.
Massy, what a screech!

_Phoebe._ Oh, Olive, Olive! Don't let 'em catch me!

_Olive._ Nobody wants to catch you. Be quiet now, and I'll sing to
you. Then you won't think you hear screeches.

_Nancy._ We won't, hey?

_Olive._ Be quiet! This folly hath gone too far. [_Sings spinning
song._

SPINNING SONG.

"I'll tell you a story; a story of one,
'Twas of a great prince whose name was King John.
A great prince was he, and a man of great might
In putting down wrong and in setting up right.
To my down, down, down, derry down."

_Nancy._ Massy, what screeches! [_Screams violently._

_Phoebe._ Oh, Nancy, 'twas you screeched then.

_Nancy._ It wasn't me; 'twas a witch in the chimbly. (_Screams
again._) There, hear that, will ye? I tell ye 'twa'n't me. I 'ain't
opened my mouth.

_Olive._ Nancy, I will bear no more of this. If you be not quiet, I