Cannot tell ten; let every Rascal justle me,
And still I push'd him on as he had been coming.
Bar. Ha! did ye push him on? is he so stupid?
Ama.
When others were attentive to the Priest,
Good devout Gentleman, then fell he fast,
Fast, sound asleep: then first began the Bag-pipes,
The several stops on's nose made a rare musick,
A rare and loud, and those plaid many an Anthem.
Put out of that, he fell straight into dreaming.