Ogil. Well, then, what ſort of a body is it that you appear in, and what ſort of a horſe is it that you ride upon, that appears ſo full of mettle?
Cool.) You may depend upon it, it is not the fame body that I was witneſs to your marriage in, nor in which I died, for that is in the grave rotten, but it is ſuch a body as ſerves me in a moment, for I can flee as fleet with it, as my foul can be without it; to that I can go to Dumfries and return again, before you can ride twice the length of your horſe; nay, if I have a mind to go to London, or Jeruſalem, or to the moon, if you pleaſe, I can perform all theſe journies equally ſoon, for it coſts me nothing but a thought, or wiſh; for this body is as fleet as your thought, for in the moment of time that you can turn your thought to Rome, I can go there in perſon: And as for my horſe, it is much like myſelf, for it is Andrew Johnſton my tenant, who died forty-eight hours before me.
Ogil.] So it ſeems when Andrew Johnſton inclines to ride, you muſt ſerve him in quality of a horſe as he does you now.
Cool.) You are miſtaken.
Ogil.] I thought that all diſtinction between miſtreſſes and maids, lairds and tenants had been done away at death.
Cool.) True, it is, but you do not take up the matter.
