Inquiſitor. Sirrah! Thou ſayeſt thou haſt choſteth on the Order of this Daemonicall Egge-beaſt?
Peaſant. My Holy Maiſter I knowe not the comand of whych you ſpeake. Too tell true I thinke hee is a ſilent creeture. Never have I hearde him recite the barren'st Alphabeta. And ſhould he ſpeake an ordo it is ſupervacuo. I choſt ypon mine owne Tyme and Purpoſe. The Bugge is faultleſs.
Noiſe of crowd in panic.






























