Org. Nay, this is easier than the other was.
Orl. Now away! seek the herb moly;[155] for I must to hell, to seek for Medor and Angelica.
Org. I know not the herb moly, i'faith.
Orl. Come, I'll lead ye to it by the ears.
Org. 'Tis here, my lord, 'tis here.
Orl. 'Tis indeed. Now to Charon, bid him dress his boat, for he had never such a passenger.
Org. Shall I tell him your name?
Orl. No, then he will be afraid, and not be at home. [Exit Orgalio.
Enter Tom and Ralph.