[Dorothy towards the dore putts out the Candle and returnes.

Ri.  Deare hart be patient.

La.  I, you have your homilies of patience, but if you had my paine twould make you wild.  Oh!

Ri.  Ile send for the french toothdrawer in the morning.

La.  Oh, there is no rack nor torture like it.  What shall I do?  I shall never sleepe agen.

Ri.  Which tooth ist?

Do.—­The sweet one you may be sure which troubles her.

La.  This, this, O that there.

Ri.  They are happie that are old and have no teeth.

La.  Oh, take heed, now it shoots up to my head.

Ri.  Thou dost make my head ake with the noise.

La.  If you knew what I suffer your head would ake indeed.  I must rise and walke in the Chamber; there is no remedy.

Ri.  You will catch more cold.

La.  Oh, no, no, deere life, do not crosse me; and you were in my torment you would rise and trie any thing for a little ease.  It cannot be worse; the paine sure came with a cold, and who knowes but an other cold may cure me.

Ri.  I prethe come to bed agen.

La.  So, so, do not troble me; I am now in some little ease; its a heavenly thing to be goeing.

Ri.  Dost heare?

La.  Your noise will bring my paine back agen; if you knew what a vexation it were for me to speake, You wo’not put me too’t so.  If you doe talke I wo’not answere a word more, oh!

Ri.  Well by this no light ile to London tomorrow.

[She takes Dorothy by the hand and exit.

Now do I see it is possible that a womans teeth should be as troublesome as her tongue.

Do.  Oh, oh!

Ri.  I cannot choose but pitty her, that any woman should hold so much paine in a hollow tooth.

Do.—­If my Mr. touched with so much compassion should rise and force me to bed with him, I must not cry out a rape; tis at the worst on my side but fornication in my owne defence.

Ri.  I prethe come to Bed.

Do.  Oh, oh, oh!

Ri.  The musick at a convocation of Catts upon a witches upsetting is the spheres to this Catterwalling.  I will thrust my head into the pillow, as Dametas[274] did in a bush when the beare was a comeing, and then I shanot heare her.

Do.  Oh, this is a kind of Purgatory for sins of the flesh.  If she should fall asleepe with the tother knight it is not possible I should hold out till morning; that which would fright away an Ague would put me into a feare, I shall ha the toothache indeed with counterfeiting; I have knowne some men caught the stammers so; my gums begin to murmure, there is a feare all over my flesh, she will stay so long, and then—–­