how
my heart leaps at her! prethee guide us thither, wee'l pay
thee well.

_Clod._ Come on, I am e'n breed aut o my sences, I was ne'er
so freeghtened sin I was born, give me your
hont.--_Lancashire Witches_, p. 14.

D _b_. "_Ann Whittle, alias Chattox._"] Chattox, from her continually
chattering.

D 2 _a_ 1. "_Her lippes euer chattering and walking._"] Walking,
_i.e._, working. Old Chattox might have sat to Archbishop Harsnet for
her portrait. What can exceed the force and graphic truth, the
searching wit and sarcasm, of the picture he sketches in 1605?

Out of these is shaped vs the true _Idoea_ of a Witch, an
old weather-beaten Croane, hauing her chinne, & her knees
meeting for age, walking like a bow leaning on a shaft,
hollow eyed, vntoothed, furrowed on her face, hauing her
lips trembling with the palsie, going mumbling in the
streetes, one that hath forgott[=e] her _pater noster_, and
hath yet a shrewd tongue in her head, to call a drab, a
drab. If shee haue learned of an olde wife in a chimnies
end: _Pax, max, fax_, for a spel: or can say Sir _Iohn of
Grantams_ curse, for the Millers Eeles, that were stolne:
All you that haue stolne the Millers Eeles, _Laudate dominum
de coelis_: And all they that haue consented thereto,
_benedicamus domino_: Why then ho, beware, looke about you
my neighbours; if any of you haue a sheepe sicke of the
giddies, or an hogge of the mumps, or an horse of the
staggers, or a knauish boy of the schoole, or an idle girle
of the wheele, or a young drab of the sullens, and hath not
fat enough for her porredge, nor her father, and mother,
butter enough for their bread; and she haue a little helpe
of the _Mother_, _Epilepsie_, or _Cramp_, to teach her role
her eyes, wrie her mouth, gnash her teeth, startle with her
body, holde her armes and hands stiffe, make anticke faces,
grine, mow, and mop like an Ape, tumble like a Hedge-hogge,
and can mutter out two or three words of gibridg, as _obus,
bobus_: and then with-all old mother _Nobs_ hath called her
by chaunce, idle young huswife, or bid the deuill scratch
her, then no doubt but mother _Nobs_ is the Witch: the young
girle is Owle-blasted, and possessed: and it goes hard but
ye shall haue some idle adle, giddie, lymphaticall,
illuminate dotrel, who being out of