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ACT. 5. SCEN. 20.
What's this? a fellow whispering so closely with the Earth? so ho, so ho: Appetitus? faith now I think Morpheus himself hath been here, up with a pox to you, up you luske, I have such news to tell thee sirra: all the Senses are well, and Lingua is proved guilty, up, up, up, I never knew him so fast a sleep in my life.
Nay then have at you a fresh, (tiff, toff, tiff, toff.)
Jog me once again, and Ile throw this whole messe of pottage in your face, cannot one stand quiet at the dresser for you?
Ha, ha, I think it's impossible for him to sleep longer then he dreams of his victuals. What Appetitus, up quickly, quickly up, Appetitus, quickly sirra, (toff, toff, toff, toff.)
Ile come presently, but I hope youle stay till they be roasted, will you eat them raw?
Roasted? ha, ha, ha, ha, up, up, away.
Reach the sauce quickly, here's no Su∣gar, whaw, wam, oh, oh, oh, oh.
What never wake? (Tiff, toff, tiff, toff,) wilt never be? Then I must trie another way I see.