Prue. Indeed you may, your worship—
Mons. It cannot be.
Prue. Insensible beast! he will not understand me yet; and one would think I speak plain enough. [Aside.
Mons. Well, but, Prue, what art thou thinking of?
Prue. Of the dream, whether it were a dream or no.
Mons. 'Twas a dream, I warrant thee.
Prue. Was it? I am hugeous glad it was a dream.
Mons. Ay, ay, it was a dream: and I am hugeous glad it was a dream too.
Prue. But now I have told your worship my door has neither lock nor latch to it, if you should be so naughty as to come one night, and prove the dream true—I am so afraid on't.
Mons. Ne'er fear it:—dreams go by the contraries.