call it) in her nature. Uncle, I'm afraid you are not lord of the
ascendant, ha, ha, ha!

FORE. Well, Jill-flirt, you are very pert, and always ridiculing
that celestial science.

ANG. Nay, uncle, don't be angry--if you are, I'll reap up all your
false prophecies, ridiculous dreams, and idle divinations. I'll
swear you are a nuisance to the neighbourhood. What a bustle did
you keep against the last invisible eclipse, laying in provision as
'twere for a siege. What a world of fire and candle, matches and
tinder-boxes did you purchase! One would have thought we were ever
after to live under ground, or at least making a voyage to
Greenland, to inhabit there all the dark season.

FORE. Why, you malapert slut -

ANG. Will you lend me your coach, or I'll go on--nay, I'll declare
how you prophesied popery was coming only because the butler had
mislaid some of the apostle spoons, and thought they were lost.
Away went religion and spoon-meat together. Indeed, uncle, I'll
indite you for a wizard.

FORE. How, hussy! Was there ever such a provoking minx?

NURSE. O merciful father, how she talks!

ANG. Yes, I can make oath of your unlawful midnight practices, you
and the old nurse there -