Enter host Blague.
Host. If I go steal any more venison, I am a paradox: foot, I can scarce bear the sin of my flesh in the day, 'tis so heavy: if I turn not honest, and serve the good Duke of Norfolk as a true mareterraneum skinker[304] should do, let me never look higher than the element of a constable.
Miller. By the mass, there are some watchmen; I hear them name master constable: I would my mill were an eunuch, and wanted her stones, so I were hence.
Host. Who's there?
Miller. Tis the constable, by this light: I'll steal hence, and if I can meet mine host Blague, I'll tell him how Smug is ta'en, and will him to look to himself. [Exit.
Host. What the devil is that white thing? this same is a churchyard, and I have heard that ghosts and villanous goblins have been seen here.
Enter Sexton and Priest.
Priest. Grass and hay! O, that I could conjure! we saw a spirit here in the churchyard; and in the fallow field there's the devil with a man's body upon his back in a white sheet.
Sex. It may be a woman's body, Sir John.
Priest. If she be a woman, the sheets damn her.
Lord bless us, what a night of mortality is this!