Ori. Oh, oh.
Nor. What's that Sir? did ye hear?
Mir. Ha; to your prayers.
Nor. 'Twas here abouts, t'has put me clean aw[r]y now,
I shall nee'r get in again, ha, by Land,
And water, all children, and all women,
I there it was I left.
Ori. Oh, oh.
Nor. Never tell me Sir,
Here's something got amongst us.
Mir. I heard a groan:
A dismal one,—
Ori. Oh, oh.
Nor. Here, 'tis here Sir, 'tis here Sir;
A devil in the wall.
Mir. 'Tis some illusion
To fright us from devotion—