My Hearse and winding-sheete! what meanes this? why, Gentles, I
am a living man.
_Acut_. Spirit, thou ly'st; thou deludest us.
_Citty wife_. Conjure him, Fryer.
_Fryer_. _In nomine Domini_ I thee charge,
_Responde mihi_, heere at large,
_Cujum pecus_, whence thou art,
_Et quamobrem_ thou makest us start
_In spiritus_ of the gloomy night?
_Qui Venis huc_ us to affright,
_Per trinitatem_ I there charge thee,
_Quid tu vis hic_ to tell to me.
_Phy_. Why, Gentles, I am a living man, _Philautus_.[308] What instance
shall I give ye? heare me I have sight, understanding, I know mine
hostes, I see that Gentlewoman, I can feele.
_Scil_. Feele this Gentlewoman! s'lid if yee were ten Ghosts, ile not
indure it.
_Acut_. Spirit, thou deludest us.
_Phy_. Why what should I say? will ye heare my voice, heeres not but--
_Scil_. Nay, that's a lye, then tis a living spirit, ile have a bout
with him.
_Accut_. Oh sir, meddle not with shadowes. Spirit, thou lyest;
I saw thee dead, [and] so did many moe.[309]
We know ye wandring dwellers in the dark
Have power to shape you like mortallitie
To beguile the simple & deceve their soules.
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