_Gerv._ Nay, I won't forfeit my own wisdom so far as to suffer for it.
Rest you merry: I'll do my best, and heaven mend all. [_Exit._

_Enter_ SAINTLY.

_Saint._ Verily, I have waited till you were alone, and am come to
rebuke you, out of the zeal of my spirit.

_Wood._ It is the spirit of persecution. Dioclesian, and Julian the
apostate, were but types of thee. Get thee hence, thou old Geneva
testament: thou art a part of the ceremonial law, and hast been
abolished these twenty years.

_Saint._ All this is nothing, sir. I am privy to your plots: I'll
discover them to Mr Limberham, and make the house too hot for you.

_Wood._ What, you can talk in the language of the world, I see!

_Saint._ I can, I can, sir; and in the language of the flesh and devil
too, if you provoke me to despair: You must, and shall be mine, this
night.

_Wood._ The very ghost of queen Dido in the ballad.[10]

_Saint._ Delay no longer, or--

_Wood._ Or! you will not swear, I hope?

_Saint._ Uds-niggers but I will; and that so loud, that Mr Limberham
shall hear me.