Sir Dav. But, sir, if I say I did see a ghost, I did see a ghost, an you go to that; why, sure I know a ghost when I see one. Ah, my dear, if thou hadst but seen the devil half so often as I have seen him!
L. Dunce. Alas, Sir Davy! if you ever loved me, come not, oh, come not near me; I have resolved to waste the short remainder of my life in penitence, and taste of joys no more.
Sir Dav. Alas, my poor child! But do you think there was no ghost indeed?
Sir Jol. Ghost! Alas-a-day, what should a ghost do here?
Sir Dav. And is the man dead?
Sir Jol. Dead! ay, ay, stark dead, he's stiff by this time.
L. Dunce. Here you may see the horrid ghastly spectacle, the sad effects of my too rigid virtue, and your too fierce resentment—
Sir Jol. Do you see there?
Sir Dav. Ay, ay, I do see; would I had never seen him; would he had lain with my wife in every house between Charing Cross and Aldgate, so this had never happened!