[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Enfield Churchyard.
[Enter Banks the Miller, wet on his legs.]
BANKS. S'foot, here's a dark night indeed! I think I have been in fifteen ditches between this and the forest. Soft, here's Enfield Church: I am so wet with climing over into an orchard for to steal some filberts. Well, here I'll sit in the Church porch, and wait for the rest of my consort.
[Enter the Sexton.]
SEXTON. Here's a sky as black as Lucifer. God bless us! here was goodman Theophilus buried; he was the best Nutcracker that ever dwelt in Enfield. Well, tis 9. a clock, tis time to ring curfew. Lord bless us, what a white thing is that in the Church porch! O Lord, my legs are too weak for my body, my hair is too stiff for my night-cap, my heart fails; this is the ghost of Theophilus. O Lord, it follows me! I cannot say my prayers, and one would give me a thousand pound. Good spirit, I have bowled and drunk and followed the hounds with you a thousand times, though I have not the spirit now to deal with you. O Lord!
[Enter Priest.]
PRIEST.
Grass and hey, we are all mortall. Who's there?
SEXTON.
We are grass and hay indeed; I know you to be Master
Parson by your phrase.
PRIEST.
Sexton!