[Ex. all but Lov. who stands musing.
Enter Freeman.
Free. How now, what’s the matter with thee?
Lov. Prithee wake me, Freeman.
Free. Wake thee!
Lov. I dream; by Heaven I dream;
Nay, yet the lovely Phantom’s in my View.
Oh! wake me, or I sleep to perfect Madness.
Free. What ail’st thou? what did’st dream of?
Lov. A strange fantastick Charmer,