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190 If I have sinn'd, give me some other punishment:

Let me but look on her still, and double it!

O, whither, whither do you hurry me?

Peridor. Madam, you must in.

Reginella. Ay me! what's this?

Must!

1st Thief. We have had such sport! Yonder's the

rarest poet without, h'as made all his confession in blank

verse; not left a god nor a goddess in heaven, but fetch'd

them all down for witnesses. H'as made such a description

of Styx and the Ferry, and verily thinks he has past

them! Enquires for the bless'd shades, and asks much

after certain British blades; one Shakespeare and Fletcher:

and grew so peremptory at last, he would be carried where

they were.

2nd Thief. And what did you with him?

1st Thief. Mounting him upon a coal-staff, which

(tossing him something high) he apprehended to be

Pegasus. So we have left him to tell strange lies; which

he'll turn into verse; and some wise people hereafter into

religion.

Nassurat. Good faith, 'tis wondrous well. We have e'en done

Like eager disputers; and with much ado

Are got to be just where we were. This is

The corner of the wood.

Samorat. Ha! 'tis indeed!

Pellegrin. Had we no walking fire,

Nor saucer-ey'd devil of these woods that led us?

Now am I as weary as a married man after the first week;

and have no more desire to move forwards than a post-

horse that has pass'd his stage.

Nassurat. 'Sfoot, yonder's the night too, stealing away

with her black gown about her, like a kind wench that had

staid out the last minute with a man.

Pellegrin. What shall we do, gentlemen? I apprehend