‘To some others, at these times, he teacheth how to make pictures of waxe or clay: That by the roasting thereof, the persons that they beare the name of, may be continually melted or dried away by continuall sickenesse.... They can bewitch and take the life of men or women, by roasting of the pictures, which, likewise, is verie possible to their Maister to performe, for, although that instrument of waxe haue no vertue in that turne doing, yet may hee not very well, euen by the same measure that his coniured slaves melts that waxe at the fire, may hee not, I say, at these same times, subtily, as a spirite, so weaken and scatter the spirites of life of the patient, as may make him, on the one part, for faintnesse, to sweate out the humour of his bodie. And on the other part, for the not concurrence of these spirites which cause his digestion, so debilitate his stomache, that this humour radicall, continually sweating out on the one part, and no good sucke being put in the place thereof, for lacke of digestion, on the other, he, at last, shall vanish away, euen as his picture will doe at the fire? And that knauish and cunning workeman, by troubling him, onely at sometimes, makes a proportion, so neere betwixt the working of the one and the other, that both shall end, as it were, at one time.’ In ‘The Witch’ we find the following: ‘HECCAT. Is the hart of Wax Stuck full of magique needles? STADLIN. ’Tis done, Heccat. HEC. And is the Farmer’s picture, and his wives, Lay’d downe to th’ fire yet? STAD. They are a roasting both too. HEC. Good: Then their marrowes are a melting subtelly, And three monethes sicknes sucks up life in ’em. They denide me often floure, barme and milke, Goose-greaze and tar, when I nere hurt their churnings, Their brew-locks, nor their batches, nor fore spoake Any of their breedings. Now I’ll be meete with ’em. Seaven of their yong piggs I have bewitch’d already, Of the last litter; nine ducklyngs, thirteene goselings, and a hog, Fell lame last Sonday after evensong too. And mark how their sheepe prosper; or what soupe Each milch-kine gives to th’ paile: I’le send these snakes Shall milke ’em all before hand; the dew’d skirted dayrie wenches Shall stroak dry duggs for this, and goe home cursing: I’ll mar their sillabubs, and swathie feastings Under cowes bellies with the parish-youthes.’ Some witches had the power of transforming themselves into divers animals, and Boguet gives a long list of witches who confessed to so doing, having become, for the nonce, wolves, pigs, asses, cats, horses, frogs or toads, and hares. Indeed, in France and Germany, the belief in _loup-garou_ and _währwolf_ has hardly yet died out. But not only could they change themselves into beasts, but others also, quite after the fashion of the enchantments in the ‘Arabian Nights.’ Reginald Scot tells a story (lib. v., cap. iii.) too good to be omitted: