Buz. Am I sure these are my eares?
Hen. And dar'st thou sweare thou heardst it?
Buz. Lay downe 20 oathes, and see if Ile not take them.
Hen. And whose voice was it did appeare to thee?
Buz. Whose voice was it? Well said, yong Master! make an asse of your fathers man!
Hen. Come, come, be serious: whose voice?
Buz. Whose voice? why then, if your windpipe were slitt now and opend, there should the voice be found. I durst at midnight be sworne that the Ghost of your voice appeard before me.
Hen. No; me it frighted too; up stood my haire stiffe & on end.
Buz. As a Catts does at sight of a dog.
Hen. A cold sweat pearld in dropps all ore my body;
For 'twas my Brothers voice, & were I calld
Before a thousand Judges I must sweare
It could be no mans els.