PHA. Hist, my lord: softly, softly! here's the notablest piece of treason discovered; how say you? Lingua set all the Senses at odds, she hath confessed it to me in her sleep.
COM. SEN. Is't possible, Master Register? did you ever know any talk in their sleep.
MEM. I remember, my lord, many have done so very oft; but women are troubled especially with this talking disease; many of them have I heard answer in their dreams, and tell what they did all day awake.
ANA. By the same token, there was a wanton maid, that being asked by her mother what such a one did with her so late one night in such a room, she presently said that—
MEM. Peace, you vile rake-hell, is such a jest fit for this company? no more, I say, sirrah.
PHA. My lord, will you believe your own ears? you shall hear her answer me as directly and truly as may be. Lingua, what did you with the crown and garments?
LIN. I'll tell thee, Mendacio.
PHA. She thinks Mendacio speaks to her; mark now, mark how truly she will answer. What say you, madam?
LIN. I say Phantastes is a foolish, transparent gull; a mere fanatic napson[323], in my imagination not worthy to sit as a judge's assistant.
COM. SEN. Ha, ha, ha! how truly and directly she answers.