Ferryman. Perhaps, ay; perhaps, no: For my wife is
as other women are, that is to say, governed by the
moon. 20
Franklin. By the moon? how, I pray thee?
Ferryman. Nay, thereby lies a bargain, and you shall
not have it fresh and fasting.
Arden. Yes, I pray thee, good ferryman.
Ferryman. Then for this once; let it be midsummer
moon, but yet my wife has another moon.
Franklin. Another moon?
Ferryman. Ay, and it hath influences and eclipses.
Arden. Why, then, by this reckoning you sometimes
play the man in the moon? 30
Ferryman. Ay, but you had not best to meddle with
that moon, lest I scratch you by the face with my
bramble-bush.
Arden. I am almost stifled with this fog; come, let’s
away.