Bo. Oh, now one has me; Oh my left haunch, farewel.
Ger. Look to your Shanks, Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake.
Bo. But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it;
It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire;
Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers:
It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt;
I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me.
Ger. Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?
Bo. It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill Grow to a Fire-drake presently.
Ger. Come thou from it: I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous, That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.
Bo. It thunders, you hear that now?
Ger. I hear one hollow.
Bo. 'Tis thunder, thunder:
See, a Flash of Lightning:
Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off,
It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost
My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven,
'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.
Ger. What strange Wonders Fear fancies in a Coward!