Ferdinand and Isabella, and St. George and the Dragon, and all
the rest! And ires dire glories in excellence, and deuces tecum
vademecum Christ Jesu, and birds of a feather, and now I lay me
down to sleep, and a child is born for you to keep--Amen! Amen!--
Who's stepping on my windbag?

Sexton (frightened). Will you please tell me whether you are a
man or a ghost?

Windrank. Man most of the time, but just now I'm a beast.

Sexton. What kind of a man, if I may ask?

Windrank. A shipman--which is nor reason why you should blow all
the wind out of me.

Sexton. But that's my business, you know--I blow the bellows of
the big organ.

Windrank. So it was the organ-blower who honored me--

Sexton. The sexton, to put it right; but I also keep an old-clothes
shop in the church wall.

Windrank. So you're organ-blower, sexton, and shopkeeper--

Sexton. In one person--without confusion or transformation--

Windrank. That's a most respectable trinity.