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st, my Lord, softly, softly, here's the no∣tablest piece of treason discovered, how say you Lingua set all the Senses at odds, she hath con∣fest it to me in her sleep.
Ist possible Master Register! did you ever know any talk in their sleep?
I remember my Lord many have done so very oft, but women are troubled, especially with this talking disease, many of them have I heard answer in their dreams, and tell what they did all day awake.
By the same token, there was a wan∣ton maid, that being askt by her Mother, what such a one did with her so late one night in such a room, she presently said, that—
Peace you vild rake hell, is such a jest fit for this company, no more I say sirra.
My Lord will you believe your own ears, you shall hear her answer me, as directly and truly as may be. Lingua, what did you with the Crown and Garments.
Ile tell thee Mendacio.
She thinks Mendacio speaks to her, mark now, mark how truly she will answer: what say you Madam?
I say Phantastes is a foolish transpa∣rent gull: a meer fanatick nupson in my imagi∣nation not worthy to sit as a Judges assistant.
Ha, ha, ha, how truly and directly she answers.
Faw, faw, she dreams now, she knows not what she saies, Ile trie her once again: Madame? what remedy can you have for your great losses?
O are you come Acrasia? welcome, welcome, boy reach a Cushion sit down good A∣crasia: I am so beholding to you, your potion
wrought exceedingly, the senses were so mad, did not you see how they raged about the woods?
Hum, Acrasia? is Acrasia her confe∣derate? my life that Witch hath wrought some villany, —
How's this? is she a sleep? have you seen one walk thus before?
It is a very common thing, I have seen many sick of a Peripatetick disease.
By the same token my Lord, I knew one that went abroad in his sleep, bent his bow, shot at a Magpie, kild her, fetcht his arrow, came home, lockt the dores, and went to bed again.
What should be the reason of it?
I remember Scalliger told me the reason once; as I think thus: The nerves that carrie the moving faculty, from the brains, to the thighs, legs, feet, and armes, are wider far then the o∣ther nerves; wherefore they are not so easily stopt with the vapours of sleep, but are night and day ready to perform what fancy shall com∣mand them.
It may be so, but Phantastes enquire more of Acrasia.
What did you with with the potion A∣crasia made you.
Gave it to the Senses, and made them as mad as—well, If I cannot recover it — let it go, Ile not leave them thus.
Boy awake the Senses there.
Hoe, hoe, Auditus, up, up, so hoe, Olfactus have at your nose, up Visus, Gustus, Tactus, up: What can you not feel a pinch? have at you with a pin.
Oh, you stab me, oh.
Tactus, know you how you came hither?