Wife. I don't think it's there.
Sexton. Just as if I didn't know!
Wife. Yes, here it is.
(The Sexton gets up to help his wile and accidentally steps on Windrank.)
Windrank (waking up). Mercy! Jesu Christ! St. Peter and St. Paul! Ferdinand and Isabella, and St. George and the Dragon, and all the rest! And ires dire glories in excellence, and deuces tecum vademecum Christ Jesu, and birds of a feather, and now I lay me down to sleep, and a child is born for you to keep—Amen! Amen!—Who's stepping on my windbag?
Sexton (frightened). Will you please tell me whether you are a man or a ghost?
Windrank. Man most of the time, but just now I'm a beast.
Sexton. What kind of a man, if I may ask?
Windrank. A shipman—which is nor reason why you should blow all the wind out of me.
Sexton. But that's my business, you know—I blow the bellows of the big organ.