are, as that by scalding water—­sticking knives across—­heating of the horseshoe—­tying of knots—­the sieve and the shears; but the only ordeals safely to be relied on, are the swimming and the stool before mentioned, and from these your witch shall rarely escape.  Above all, be sure and search carefully for the witch-mark.  I doubt not we shall find it fairly and legibly writ in the devil’s characters on Mother Demdike and Mother Chattox.  They shall undergo the stool and the pool, and other trials, if required.  These old hags shall no longer vex you, good Master Nicholas.  Leave them to me, and doubt not I will bring them to condign punishment.”

“You will do us good service then, Master Potts,” replied Nicholas.  “But since you are so learned in the matter of witchcraft, resolve me, I pray you, how it is, that women are so much more addicted to the practice of the black art than our own sex.”

“The answer to the inquiry hath been given by our British Solomon,” replied Potts, “and I will deliver it to you in his own words.  ’The reason is easy,’ he saith; ’for as that sex is frailer than man is, so it is easier to be entrapped in those gross snares of the devil, as was overwell proved to be true, by the serpent’s deceiving of Eva at the beginning, which makes him the homelier with that sex sensine.’”

“A good and sufficient reason, Master Potts,” said Nicholas, laughing; “is it not so, Mistress Nutter?”

“Ay, marry, if it satisfies you,” she answered, drily.  “It is of a piece with the rest of the reasoning of the royal pedant, whom Master Potts styles the British Solomon.”

“I only give the learned monarch the title by which he is recognised throughout Christendom,” rejoined Potts, sharply.

“Well, there is comfort in the thought, that I shall never be taken for a wizard,” said the squire.

“Be not too sure of that, good Master Nicholas,” returned Potts.  “Our present prince seems to have had you in his eye when he penned his description of a wizard, for, he saith, ’A great number of them that ever have been convict or confessors of witchcraft, as may be presently seen by many that have at this time confessed, are some of them rich and worldly-wise; some of them fat or corpulent in their bodies; and most part of them altogether given over to the pleasures of the flesh, continual haunting of company, and all kinds of merriness, lawful and unlawful.’  This hitteth you exactly, Master Nicholas.”

“Zounds!” exclaimed the squire, “if this be exact, it toucheth me too nearly to be altogether agreeable.”

“The passage is truly quoted, Nicholas,” observed Mistress Nutter, with a cold smile.  “I perfectly remember it.  Master Potts seems to have the ‘Daemonologie’ at his fingers’ ends.”

“I have made it my study, madam,” replied the lawyer, somewhat mollified by the remark, “as I have the statute on witchcraft, and indeed most other statutes.”