Hen.  You are very lusty.

Buz.  I eate eringoes[31] and potchd eggs last night.

Hen.  Goe & call him.

Buz.  What?

Hen.  You hound, is he up?

Buz.  No, he’s in Bed, and yet he may be up too; Ile goe see.

Hen.  Stay, and speake low.—­How now?

[Buz. falls downe.

Buz.  I can speake no lower unlesse I creepe into the Cellar.

Hen.  I’me glad you are so merry, sir.

Buz.  So am I; my heart is a fiddle; the strings are rozend with ioy that my other young Mr. is come home, & my tongue the sticke that makes the fiddle squeake.

Hen.  Come hither, leave your fooling & tell me truely:  didst sleepe to night or no?

Buz.  Sleepe?  Not that I remember:  Ile sweare (& my eyes should come out as 2 witnesses) that I nere slept worse; for what with ycur Spanish flyes (the pocky, stinging musquitoes) & what with your skip Jacke fleas, the nap of my sleepe was worne off.

Hen.  Didst heare nothing?

Buz.  Not in my sleepe.

Hen.  Collect thy sences; when thou wert awake didst thou heare nothing?

Buz.  Nothing.

Hen.  Twixt 12 & one?

Buz. 12 & one?  Then was I in my dead sleepe, cursing the fleas.

Hen.  Or about one & two.

Buz.  That’s Three:—­Now the Beetle[32] of my head beates it into my memory that as you & your brother Manuell lay in the high Bed, & I trondling[33] underneath, I heard one of you talke most stigmatically in his sleepe—­most horriferously.

Hen.  Right, now thou com’st to me,—­so did I.

Buz.  And then once or twice the sleepy voice cryde out, “Oh it was I that murthered him! this hand killd him!”

Hen.  Art sure thou heardst this?

Buz.  Am I sure these are my eares?

Hen.  And dar’st thou sweare thou heardst it?

Buz.  Lay downe 20 oathes, and see if Ile not take them.

Hen.  And whose voice was it did appeare to thee?

Buz.  Whose voice was it?  Well said, yong Master! make an asse of your fathers man!

Hen.  Come, come, be serious:  whose voice?

Buz.  Whose voice? why then, if your windpipe were slitt now and opend, there should the voice be found.  I durst at midnight be sworne that the Ghost of your voice appeard before me.

Hen.  No; me it frighted too; up stood my haire stiffe & on end.

Buz.  As a Catts does at sight of a dog.

Hen.  A cold sweat pearld in dropps all ore my body;
For ’twas my Brothers voice, & were I calld
Before a thousand Judges I must sweare
It could be no mans els.

Buz.  Why, then, I must sweare so, too.