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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.
Enter Grizeld Bane.
GRIZELD BANE (looking on her with stern contempt).
Who speaks of Grizeld Bane with such unwary words? Repeat them, I pray thee. (Mary stands abashed.) Thou whit not.—(To Elspy, in like manner.) And what hast thou to say of Grizeld Bane? (A pause.) And thou, too, art silent before my face.
ELSPY LOW.
GRIZELD BANE (to Bawldy).
BAWLDY.
GRIZELD BANE.
BAWLDY.