Tob. We had e'en best, gentlemen,
Every man chuse his rope again, and fasten it,
And take a short turn to a better fortune,
To be bawds to our miseries, and put our own lights out!
Wild. Prethee Sexton lets have a fire at thy house.
A good fire, we'll pay thee some way for't, I am stone cold.
Sex. Alas I pity you, come quickly Gentlemen.
Wild. Sure I ha been in a dream, I had no Mistriss,
Nor gold, nor cloaths, but am a ringing rascal.
Tob. Fellows in affliction, let's take hands all,
Now are we fit for tumblers.
Enter Lurcher and others, bringing in Algripe.
Lur. So, so, presently his sleep will leave him.
And wonder seize upon him,
Bid 'em within be ready.
Ju. What sound's this?
What horrid dinne? what dismal place is this?
I never saw before, and now behold it;
But by the half light of a Lamp, that burns here:
My spirits shake, tremble through my body;
Help, help,
Enter two Furies, with black Tapers.
Mercy protect me, my soul quakes,
What dreadful apparitions! how I shudder!