_Host._ Hold! hold! 'tis an innocent youth. He
did but draw his weapon to defy the evil one. He is
strong in prayer. [_To William aside._] Speak quickly,
an thou lovest thyself--something from Tobit, or the
Psalmody.

_Har._ Thou hearest--Sin-Despise! touch not the
youth. Lo, I myself have wrestled with the powers
of darkness. [_To William._] In what shape cometh he?

_Will._ With horns, an't please you, [_Aside._] very
like Master Newborn there.

_Har._ [_To himself._] With me 'tis different. In the curtain'd night,
A Form comes shrieking on me,
With such an edg'd and preternatural cry
'T would stir the blood of clustering bats from sleep,
Tear their hook'd wings from out the mildew'd eaves,
And drive them circling forth--
I tell ye that I fight with him until
The sweat like blood puts out my burning eyes.
Call you this dreaming?

_Will._ [_Aside to the Host._] Dost think the gentleman eats suppers?

_Ire._ A plague upon his damn'd repentant fancies!

_Har._ [_Still to himself._] 'Twas on the heath,
As he did gripe and hold it from his breast,