"Hoind os ey be, ey'm a match fo' thee,--ha! ha! Neaw, mey life agen t' chilt's.

Win yo set me free ?" Demdike deliberated.
"Harkee, wizard," cried Hal, "if yo're hatching treason ey'n dun.

T' sartunty o' revenge win sweeten mey last moments." "Will you swear to deliver the child to me unharmed, if I set you free ?" asked Demdike.
"It's a bargain, wizard," rejoined Hal o' Nabs; "ey swear.

Boh yo mun set me free furst, fo' ey winnaw tak your word." Demdike turned away disdainfully, and addressing the arquebussiers, said, "You behold this warrant, guard.

The prisoner is committed to my custody.