_The Senses_, APPETITUS, _and_ LINGUA, _asleep_. PHANTASTES, COMMUNIS SENSUS, MEMORIA, ANAMNESTES. PHA. Hist, my lord: softly, softly! here's the notablest piece of treason discovered; how say you? Lingua set all the Senses at odds, she hath confessed it to me in her sleep. COM. SEN. Is't possible, Master Register? did you ever know any talk in their sleep. MEM. I remember, my lord, many have done so very oft; but women are troubled especially with this talking disease; many of them have I heard answer in their dreams, and tell what they did all day awake. ANA. By the same token, there was a wanton maid, that being asked by her mother what such a one did with her so late one night in such a room, she presently said that-- MEM. Peace, you vile rake-hell, is such a jest fit for this company? no more, I say, sirrah. PHA. My lord, will you believe your own ears? you shall hear her answer me as directly and truly as may be. Lingua, what did you with the crown and garments? LIN. I'll tell thee, Mendacio. PHA. She thinks Mendacio speaks to her; mark now, mark how truly she will answer. What say you, madam? LIN. I say Phantastes is a foolish, transparent gull; a mere fanatic napson[323], in my imagination not worthy to sit as a judge's assistant. COM. SEN. Ha, ha, ha! how truly and directly she answers. PHA. Faw, faw, she dreams now; she knows not what she says. I'll try her once again. Madam, what remedy can you have for your great losses? LIN. O, are you come, Acrasia? welcome, welcome! boy, reach a cushion, sit down, good Acrasia: I am so beholding to you, your potion wrought exceedingly; the Senses were so mad: did not you see how they raged about the woods? COM. SEN. Hum, Acrasia? is Acrasia her confederate? my life, that witch hath wrought some villainy. [LINGUA _riseth in her sleep, and walketh_.] How is this? is she asleep? have you seen one walk thus before? MEM. It is a very common thing; I have seen many sick of the peripatetic disease. ANA. By the same token, my lord, I knew one that went abroad in his sleep, bent his bow, shot at a magpie, killed her, fetched his arrow, came home, locked the doors, and went to bed again. COM. SEN. What should be the reason of it? MEM. I remember Scaliger told me the reason once, as I think thus: the nerves that carry the moving faculty from the brains to the thighs, legs, feet, and arms, are wider far than the other nerves; wherefore they are not so easily stopped with the vapours of sleep, but are night and day ready to perform what fancy shall command them. COM. SEN. It may be so. But, Phantastes, inquire more of Acrasia. PHA. What did you with the potion Acrasia made you? LIN. Gave it to the Senses, and made them as mad as--well, if I cannot recover it--let it go. I'll not leave them thus. [_She lies down again_. COM. SEN. Boy, awake the Senses there.