SCENA. 20.
Anamnestes, Appetitvs a sleepe in a corner.
Ana.
What's this? a fellow whispering so closely with the
Earth? so, ho, so, ho: Appetitus? faith now I thinke Morpheus
himselfe hath beene here, vp with a poxe to you, vp you luske,
I haue such newes to tell thee sirra: all the Senses are well, and
Lingua is proued guilty, vp, vp, vp, I neuer knew him so fast a
sleepe in my life.
(Appetitus snorts.)
Nay then haue at you a fresh, (tiff, toff, tiff, toff.)
App.
Iogge me once againe, and Ile throw this whole messe
of pottage in your face, cannot one stand quiet at the dresser
for you?
Ana.
Ha, ha, ha, I thinke it's impossible for him to sleepe
longer then hee dreames of his victuals. What Appetitus, vp
quickly, quickly vp, Appetitus, quickly sirra, (toff, toff, toff, toff,)
App.
Ile come presently, but I hope youle stay till they bee
roasted, will you eate them rawe?
Ana.
Rosted? ha, ha ha, ha, vp, vp, vp, away,
App.
Reach the sauce quickly, here's no Sugar, whaw,
wam, oh, ou, oh.
Ana.
What neuer wake? (Tiffe, toff, tiff, toff,) wilt neuer be?
Then I must trie another way I see.
