Fryer. In nomine Domini I thee charge, Responde mihi, heere at large, Cujum pecus, whence thou art, Et quamobrem thou makest us start In spiritus of the gloomy night? Qui Venis huc us to affright, Per trinitatem I there charge thee, Quid tu vis hic to tell to me.
Phy. Why, Gentles, I am a living man, Philautus.[308] What instance shall I give ye? heare me I have sight, understanding, I know mine hostes, I see that Gentlewoman, I can feele.
Scil. Feele this Gentlewoman! s'lid if yee were ten Ghosts, ile not indure it.
Acut. Spirit, thou deludest us.
Phy. Why what should I say? will ye heare my voice, heeres not but—
Scil. Nay, that's a lye, then tis a living spirit, ile have a bout with him.
Accut. Oh sir, meddle not with shadowes. Spirit, thou lyest;
I saw thee dead, [and] so did many moe.[309]
We know ye wandring dwellers in the dark
Have power to shape you like mortallitie
To beguile the simple & deceve their soules.
Thou art a Devill.
Phy. Sweet Gent, beholde I am flesh and blood; heeres my flesh, feele it.
Cittie wife. By my troth, methinkes hee should be alive. I could finde in my heart to feele his flesh.
Grac. Trie with your Rapier, Accutus; if he bleede he lives.