_Mer._ The Widow sure, why does she stir so early?

_Wid._ 'Tis strange, I cannot force him to understand me, and make
a benefit of what I would bring him: tell my sister I'le use my
devotions at home this morning, she may if she please go to Church.

_Short._ Hey ho.

_Wid._ And do you wait upon her with a torch Sir.

_Short._ Hey ho.

_Wid._ You lazie Knave.

_Short._ Here is such a tinkle tanklings that we can ne're lie
quiet, and sleep our prayers out. _Ralph_, pray emptie my right
shooe that you made your Chamber-pot, and burn a little Rosemarie in't,
I must wait upon my Lady. This morning Prayer has brought me into a
consumption, I have nothing left but flesh and bones about me.

_Wid._ You drousie slave, nothing but sleep and swilling!

_Short._ Had you been bitten with Bandog fleas, as I have been, and
haunted with the night Mare.

_Wid._ With an Ale-pot.

_Short._ You would have little list to morning Prayers, pray take
my fellow _Ralph_, he has a Psalm Book, I am an ingrum man.