CON. Come along with your horns, my lads of metal. It was the duke's pleasure before his departure, that we should be appointed the sinks and sentinels of the city, and that none shall have ingress, egress, or regress but by our special authority and favour. But, harm watch, harm catch: for my part, since I crept into this office, I am woven into such a knot of good fellowship, as I can watch no more than a dormouse: nay, I am verily persuaded, if I hold constable long, the deputy of the ward will return me one of the Seven Sleepers. But let me advise you, my birds of the Capitol, that you walk not after my example: be it your care to watch, while I sleep. Many eyes are upon you; but my eyes grow heavy; my day's society bids me take a nap. WATCH. But one word, good master, before you drop into your slumber: report goes, that there be spirits that patrol familiarly in this sentry; what shall we say to them, if they pass by? CON. Bid them stand.[158] WATCH. But what if they either cannot or will not? CON. Let them then take themselves to their heels, and thank God you are so well rid of them. WATCH. One word more, good constable, and then good night. Be these the spirits that allure our children with spice and trinkets to their schippers, and so convey them to th' Bermudas?[159] CON. In no wise, neighbours; these spirits come from the low countries: and though at first sight very frightful, yet, appearing unarmed, they become less fearful. 1ST WATCH. Nay, if these pretty familiars come to our guard naked,[160] we shall prove hard enough for them. 2D WATCH. Well, neighbour Rugweed, let us not presume too far on our strength: these spirits be a dangerous kind of whifflers, and, like our Robin Goodfellows, will play their legerdemain tricks, scudding here and there in a trice, and nimbly snap you, when least suspected. SCENE VI. _Enter_ GALLERIUS' GHOST. From the Cinnerian depth here am I come Leaving an Erra Pater in my tomb, To take a view, which of my fellows be The thriving'st artists in astronomy. Rank one by one in astrologic row, And dying see, whom thou didst living know. [_He makes his figure._ Mount, gainful Crinon; for to thee we give, As thou deserv'st, the sole prerogative: For thy divining lines have purchas'd more Than all our prime professors got before. Jason won much at Colchis; but thy gain Has lin'd thy shoulders in a Swedish chain. Rich divination! But what's knowledge worth, If people do not credit what's set forth? [Sidenote: _Omnia temporibus cecinit Cassandra futuris. Quæ ventura suis--via unquam credita Teucris Melitus._]