Gerv. I will not say, who has better deserved it of my old master.
Wood. Away, old Epictetus, about your business, and leave your musty morals, or I shall—
Gerv. Nay, I won't forfeit my own wisdom so far as to suffer for it. Rest you merry: I'll do my best, and heaven mend all.
[Exit.
Enter Saintly.
Saint. Verily, I have waited till you were alone, and am come to rebuke you, out of the zeal of my spirit.
Wood. It is the spirit of persecution. Dioclesian, and Julian the apostate, were but types of thee. Get thee hence, thou old Geneva testament: thou art a part of the ceremonial law, and hast been abolished these twenty years.
Saint. All this is nothing, sir. I am privy to your plots: I'll discover them to Mr Limberham, and make the house too hot for you.
Wood. What, you can talk in the language of the world, I see!
Saint. I can, I can, sir; and in the language of the flesh and devil too, if you provoke me to despair: You must, and shall be mine, this night.
077 Wood. The very ghost of queen Dido in the ballad.[10]