Part 13 (2/2)
s.e.xTON.
Here's a sky as black as Lucifer. G.o.d bless us! here was goodman Theophilus buried; he was the best Nutcracker that ever dwelt in Enfield. Well, tis 9. a clock, tis time to ring curfew. Lord bless us, what a white thing is that in the Church porch! O Lord, my legs are too weak for my body, my hair is too stiff for my night-cap, my heart fails; this is the ghost of Theophilus. O Lord, it follows me! I cannot say my prayers, and one would give me a thousand pound. Good spirit, I have bowled and drunk and followed the hounds with you a thousand times, though I have not the spirit now to deal with you. O Lord!
[Enter Priest.]
PRIEST.
Gra.s.s and hey, we are all mortall. Who's there?
s.e.xTON.
We are gra.s.s and hay indeed; I know you to be Master Parson by your phrase.
PRIEST.
s.e.xton!
PRIEST.
I, sir.
PRIEST.
For mortalities sake, What's the matter?
s.e.xTON.
O Lord, I am a man of another element; Master Theophilus Ghost is in the Church porch. There was a hundred Cats, all fire, dancing here even now, and they are clomb up to the top of the steeple; I'll not into the belfry for a world.
PRIEST.
O good Salomon; I have been about a deed of darkness to night: O Lord, I saw fifteen spirits in the forest, like white bulls; if I lie, I am an arrant thief: mortality haunts us--gra.s.s and hay! the devils at our heels, and let's hence to the parsonage.
[Exeunt.]
[The Miller comes out very softly.]
MILLER.
What noise was that? tis the watch, sure; that villanous unlucky rogue, Smug, is tain, upon my life; and then all our villeny comes out; I heard one cry, sure.
[Enter Host Blague.]
HOST.
If I go steal any more venison, I am a Paradox: s'foot, I can scarce bear the sin of my flesh in the day, tis so heavy; if I turn not honest, and serve the good Duke of Norfolk, as true mareterraneum skinker should do, let me never look higher then the element of a Constable.
MILLER.
By the Lord, there are some watchmen; I hear them name Maister Constable; I would to G.o.d my Mill were an Eunuch, and wanted her stones, so I were hence.
HOST.
Who's there?
MILLER.
Tis the Constable, by this light; I'll steal hence, and if I can meet mine host Blague, I'll tell him how Smug is tain, and will him to look to himself.
[Exit.]
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