_Mercy._ Last time I was somewhat blinded and could not see her
face. Methinks she was something taller than Olive.

_Ann_ (_shrieks_). Oh, Olive is upon me! The sun shines on her face!
I see her, she is choking me! Oh! oh!

_Mercy_ (_to_ Ann). Hush! If she be put away you'll not get Paul
Bayley; I'll tell you that for a certainty, Ann Hutchins.

_Ann._ Oh! oh! she is killing me!

_Mercy._ I see her naught; 'tis a taller person who is afflicting
Ann. (_To_ Ann.) Leave your outcries or I will confess to the
magistrates. [Ann _becomes quiet._

_Corwin._ Ann Hutchins, saw you in truth Olive Corey afflicting
you?

_Ann_ (_sullenly_). It might have been Goody Corey.

_Corwin._ Mercy Lewis, saw you of a certainty Olive Corey walking
in the wood with a black man?

_Mercy._ It was the wane of the moon; I might have been mistaken.
It might have been Goody Corey; their carriage is somewhat the same.

_Corwin._ Give me the cape, Widow Hutchins. (Widow Hutchins _hands
him the cape; he puts it over his shoulders._) Verily I perceive no
great inconvenience from the cape, except it is an ill fit.