2 _Ghost_. Awake, great Common Sense, and sleep no more. Look to thyself; for then, when I was slain, Thyself was struck at; think not to survive My murder long; for while thou art on earth, The convocation will not meet again. The lawyers cannot rob men of their rights; Physicians cannot dose away their souls; A courtier's promise will not be believed; Nor broken citizens again be trusted. A thousand newspapers cannot subsist In which there is not any news at all. Playhouses cannot flourish, while they dare To nonsense give an entertainment's name. Shakspeare, and Jonson, Dryden, Lee, and Rowe, Thou wilt not bear to yield to Sadler's Wells; Thou wilt not suffer men of wit to starve, And fools, for only being fools, to thrive. Thou wilt not suffer eunuchs to be hired At a vast price, to be impertinent. [3 _Ghost rises_. 3 _Ghost_. Dear ghost, the cock has crow'd; you cannot get Under the ground a mile before 'tis day. 2 _Ghost_. Your humble servant then, I cannot stay. [_Ghost descends_. _Fust_. Thunder and lightning! thunder and lightning! Pray don't forget this when it is acted. _Sneer_. Pray, Mr Fustian, why must a ghost always rise in a storm of thunder and lightning? for I have read much of that doctrine and don't find any mention of such ornaments. _Fust_. That may be, but they are very necessary: they are indeed properly the paraphernalia of a ghost. _Sneer_. But, pray, whose ghost was that? _Fust_. Whose should it be but Comedy's? I thought, when you had been told the other was Tragedy, you would have wanted no intimation who this was. Come, Common Sense, you are to awake and rub your eyes. _Q. C. S_. [_Waking_.] Who's there?-- _Enter_ Maid of Honour. Did you not hear or see some wond'rous thing? _Maid_. No, may it please your majesty, I did not. _Q. C. S_. I was a-dream'd I overheard a ghost. _Maid_. In the next room I closely did attend, And had a ghost been here I must have heard him. _Enter_ FIREBRAND. _Q. C. S_. Priest of the Sun, you come most opportune, For here has been a dreadful apparition: As I lay sleeping on my couch, methought I saw a ghost. _Sneer_. Then I suppose she sleeps with her eyes open. _Fust_. Why, you would not have Common Sense see a ghost, unless in her sleep, I hope. _Fireb_. And if such toleration Be suffer'd as at present you maintain, Shortly your court will be a court of ghosts. Make a huge fire and burn all unbelievers: Ghosts will be hang'd ere venture near a fire. _Q. C. S_. Men cannot force belief upon themselves, And shall I then by torture force it on them? _Fireb_. The Sun will have it so. _Q. C. S_. How do I know that? _Fireb_. Why I, his priest infallible, have told you. _Q. C. S_. How do I know you are infallible?