COM. SEN. Ha! well, I will inflict this punishment on him for this time: let him be soundly whipped, and ever after, though he shall strengthen his speeches with the sinews of truth, yet none shall believe him. PHA. In my imagination, my lord, the day is dead to the great toe, and in my conceit it grows dark, by which I conjecture it will be cold; and therefore, in my fancy and opinion, 'tis best to repair to our lodgings. [_Exeunt omnes, praeter_ ANAMNESTES _et_ APPETITUS. SCAENA VIGESSIMA. ANAMNESTES, APPETITUS, _asleep in a corner_. ANA. What's this? a fellow whispering so closely with the earth? so ho, so ho, Appetitus? faith, now I think Morpheus himself hath been here. Up, with a pox to you; up, you lusk[324]? I have such news to tell thee, sirrah: all the Senses are well, and Lingua is proved guilty: up, up, up; I never knew him so fast asleep in my life. [APPETITUS _snorts_.] Nay, then, have at you afresh. [_Jogs him_. APP. Jog me once again, and I'll throw this whole mess of pottage into your face; cannot one stand quiet at the dresser for you. ANA. Ha, ha, ha! I think 'tis impossible for him to sleep longer than he dreams of his victuals. What, Appetitus, up quickly: quickly up, Appetitus, quickly, sirrah. [_Jogs him_. APP. I'll come presently; but I hope you'll stay till they be roasted: will you eat them raw? ANA. Roasted? ha, ha, ha, ha! up, up, up, away! APP. Reach the sauce quickly; here's no sugar: whaw, whaw, O, O, O! ANA. What, never wake? [_Jogs him_.] Wilt never be? Then I must try another way, I see. EPILOGUE Judicious friends, it is so late at night, I cannot waken hungry Appetite: Then since the close upon his rising stands, Let me obtain this at your courteous hands; Try, if this friendly opportunity Of your good-will and gracious plaudite, With the thrice-welcome murmur it shall keep, Can beg this prisoner from the bands of sleep. [_Upon the plaudite_ APPETITUS _awakes, and runs in after_ ANAMNESTES. THE MISERIES OF ENFORCED MARRIAGE. _EDITIONS_. (1.) _The Miseries of Inforst Mariage. As it is now playd by his Maiesties Servants. Qui alios (seipsum) docet. By George Wilkins. London. Printed for George Vincent, and are to be sold at his shop in Woodstreete_. 1607, 4to. (2.) _The Miseries of Inforst Marriage. Playd by his Maiesties Seruantes. Qui Alios, (seipsum) docet. By George Wilkins. London Printed for George Vincent, and are to be sold at his Shoppe in Woodstreete_. 1611. 4to. (3.) _The Miseries of Inforst Marriage. Playd by his Maiesties Servants. Qui alios (seipsum) docet. By George Wilkins. London, Printed by Aug. Mathewes for Richard Thrale, and are to bee sold at his Shop at Pauls gate, next to Cheape-side_. 1629. 4to.