Cour. I hope they'll come, and catch me here: well, now you have brought me into this condition, what will you do with me, ha?
Sylv. You won't be contented for awhile to be tied up like a jade to an empty rack without hay, will you?
Cour. Faith, e'en take me, and put thy mark upon me quickly, that if I light into strange hands they may know me for a sheep of thine.
Sylv. What, by your wanting a fleece do you mean? If it must be so, come follow your shepherdess. Ba-a-a! [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—A Room in Sir Davy Dunce's House.
Enter Sir Davy Dunce and Vermin.
Sir Dav. I cannot sleep, I shall never sleep again: I have prayed too so long, that were I to be hanged presently, I have never a prayer left to help myself: I was no sooner lain down upon the bed just now, and fallen into a slumber, but methought the devil was carrying me down Ludgate-hill a-gallop, six puny fiends with flaming fire-forks running before him like link-boys, to throw me headlong into Fleetditch, which seemed to be turned into a lake of fire and brimstone: would it were morning!
Ver. Truly, sir, it has been a very dismal night.