HOST.
Did you not see a spirit all in white cross you at the stile?
SEXTON. O no, mine host; but there sate one in the porch; I have not breath ynough left to bless me from the Devil.
HOST.
Who's that?
PRIEST.
The Sexton, almost frighted out of his wits. Did you see
Banks or Smug?
HOST. No, they are gone to Waltham, sure: I would fain hence; come, let's to my house: I'll ne'er serve the duke of Norfolk in this fashion again whilst I breath. If the devil be amongst us, tis time to hoist sail, and cry roomer. Keep together; Sexton, thou art secret, what? let's be comfortable one to Another.
PRIEST.
We are all mortal, mine host.
HOST.
True; and I'll serve God in the night hereafter afore the
Duke of Norfolk.
[Exeunt.]