_Lur._ Let me alone, when I but give the watch-word We will have men enough to surprize an Army. _Ju._ I begin to be sleepy; what, hast a chair? _Enter another with a chair._ _Lur._ They do not dream of us, 'tis early rising; Care, care, and early rising, Common-wealths men Are ever subject to the nods; sit down, Sir, A short nap is not much amiss; so, so, he's fast; Fast as a fish i'th' net, he has winking powder Shall work upon him to our wish, remove him, Nay, we may cut him into collops now And he ne'r feel; have you prepar'd the vault, sirrah? _Boy._ Yes, yes, Sir, every thing in's place. _Lur._ When [we] have plac'd him, you and I boy Must about another project hard by, his potion Will bind him sure enough till we return, This villany weighs mainly, But we'll purge ye. [_Exit._ [_Bells ring._ _Enter Sexton._ _Sex._ Now for mine ears, mine ears be constant to me; They ring a wager, and I must deal justly, ha boys. _Enter Lurcher and Boy._ _Lur._ Dost hear 'em, hark, these be the Ringers? _Boy._ Are you sure the same? _Lur._ Or my directions fail; The coast is clear: How the bells go! how daintily they tumble! And methinks they seem to say; Fine fools I'll fit you. _Sex._ Excellent agen, good boys--oh that was nought. _Lur._ Who's that? _Boy._ Be you conceal'd by any means yet, hark, They stop, I hope they'll to't agen, close Sir. _Enter_ Wildbrain, Toby, _Ringers_. _Wild._ A palpable knock. _Ring._ 'Twas none. _To._ Be judg'd by the Sexton then, If I have ears. _Sex._ A knock, a knock, a gross one. _To._ Carman, your gallon of wine, you ring most impiously, Art thou o'th' worshipful company of the Knights o'th West, And handle a bell with no more dexterity? You think you are in _Thames-street_ Justling the Carts: oh a clean hand's a Jewel. _Boy._ Good speed to your good exercise. _To._ Y' are welcome. _Boy._ I come, Sir, from a Gentleman, and neighbor hard by, One that loves your Musick well. _To._ He may have more on't, Handle a bell, as you were haling timber; Gross, gross, and base, absurd. _Ring._ I'll mend it next peal. _Boy._ To intreat a knowledge of you, whether it be By the Ear you ring thus cunningly, or by the Eye; For to be plain, he has laid ten pounds upon't. _Wild._ But which way has he laid? _Boy._ That your Ear guides you, And not your Eye. _To._ Has won, has won, the Ear's our only instrument: _Boy._ But how shall we be sure on't. _To._ Put all the lights out, to what end serve our eyes then? _Wild._ A plain Case.