Never to miss your master any more.
[Exit.
Fife. Such talk of dreaming—dreaming—I begin
To doubt if I be dreaming I am Fife,
Who with a lad who call’d herself a boy
Because—I doubt there’s some confusion here—
He wore no petticoat, came on a time
Riding from Muscovy on half a horse;
Who must have dreamt she was a horse entire,
To cant me off upon my hinder face