Put out of that, he fell straight into dreaming.
_Ars_.
As cunning, as she is sweet; I like this carriage.
_Bar_.
What did he then?
_Ama_.
Why then he talked in his Sleep too,
Nay, I'le divulge your moral vertues (sheeps-face)
And talk'd aloud, that every ear was fixt to him:
Did not I suffer (do you think) in this time?
Talk of your bawling Law, of appellations
Of Declarations, and Excommunications:
Warrants, and Executions: and such Devils
That drove all the Gentlemen out o'th' Church, by hurryes,
With execrable oaths, they would never come there again.
Thus am I served and man'd.
_Lean_.
I pray ye forgive me,
I must confess I am not fit to wait upon ye:
Alas, I was brought up--
_Ama_.
To be an Asse,
A Lawyers Asse, to carry Books, and Buckrams.
_Bar_.
But what did you at Church?
_Lop_.
At Church, did you ask her?
Do you hear Gentlemen, do you mark that question?
Because you are half an Heretick your self, Sir,
Would ye breed her too? this shall to the Inquisition,
A pious Gentlewoman reproved for praying?
I'le see this filed, and you shall hear further, Sir.
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