2nd Gent. The cursed fanatic days we have seen! The times have been when swearing was out of fashion.
3rd Gent. And drinking.
1st Gent. And wenching.
Gray. The cursed yeas and forsooths, which we have heard uttered, when a man could not rap out an innocent oath, but straight the air was thought to be infected.
Lovel. 'Twas a pleasant trick of the saint, which that trim puritan Swear-not-at-all Smooth-speech used, when his spouse chid him with an oath for committing with his servant-maid, to cause his house to be fumigated with burnt brandy, and ends of scripture, to disperse the devil's breath, as he termed it.
All. Ha! ha! ha!
Gray. But 'twas pleasanter, when the other saint Resist-the-devil-and-he-will-flee-from-thee Pureman was overtaken in the act, to plead an illusio visûs, and maintain his sanctity upon a supposed power in the adversary to counterfeit the shapes of things.
All. Ha! ha! ha!
John. Another round, and then let every man devise what trick he can in his fancy, for the better manifesting our loyalty this day.
Gray. Shall we hang a puritan?