...AND ALSO VOICES. Be not a-fear'd; the Isle is full of Noises, Sounds and sweet Airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a Thousand twangling Instruments
Will hum about mine Ears, and sometime Voices... That, if I then had waked after long Sleep, Will make me sleep again. And then, in dreaming,The Clouds methought would open and show Riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again. Next week then, Peppe, with his agile Tongue May answer up to fill each vacant Pause With his own thrice-renown'd mad Speech withal; We shall not have t'unearth old Ghosts For our Conversance, But the living Breath blown from that Peppe's Lips Shall answer rightly. Then shall there be Talk, which may best suit Such Hours as these, more than these dredg'd-up Dreams. Otherwise, if Peppe can't make it, another show like this one...