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EIT. A ? trange thing! hold it downe:

TRA. PIT. We cannot, _Madam_.

POV. 'Tis too apparent this!

FIT. _Wittipol, Wittipol. _

Wittipol, _and_ Manly _and_ Mistr. Fitz-dottrel _enter_.

WIT. How now, what play ha' we here.

MAN. What fine, new matters?

WIT. The _Cock? comb_, and the _Couerlet_.

MER. O ? trang impud? ce! 40
That the? e ? hould come to face their ? inne!

EVE. And out-face
_Iu? tice_, they are the parties, Sir.

POV. Say nothing.

MER. Did you marke, Sir, vpon their comming in,
How he call'd _Wittipol_.

EVE. And neuer ? aw 'hem.

POV. I warrant you did I, let 'hem play a while. 45

FIT. _Buz, buz, buz, buz. _

TAY. La? ? e poore Gentleman!
How he is tortur'd!

M^rs. FI. Fie, Ma? ter _Fitz-dottrel_!
What doe you meane to counterfait thus?

FIT. _O, o,_
_His wife goes to him. _
_Shee comes with a needle, and thru? ts it in,_
_Shee pulls out that, and ? hee puts in a pinne,_ 50
_And now, and now, I doe not know how, nor where,_
_But ? hee pricks mee heere, and ? hee pricks me there: oh, oh:_

POV. Woman forbeare.

WIT. What, S^r?

POV. A practice foule
For one ? o faire:

WIT. Hath this, then, credit with you?

MAN. Do you beleeue in't?

POV. Gentlemen, I'll di? charge
My con? cience. 'Tis a cleare con? piracy! 56
A darke, and diuelli? h practice! I dete? t it!

WIT. The _Iu? tice_ ? ure will proue the merrier man! [168]

MAN. This is mo? t ? trange, Sir!

POV. Come not to confront
Authority with impudence: I tell you,
I doe dete? t it. Here comes the Kings _Con? table_,
And with him a right wor? hipfull _Commoner_;
My good friend, Ma? ter _Guilt-head_! I am glad
I can before ? uch witne? ? es, profe? ? e
My con? cience, and my dete? tation of it. 65
Horible! mo? t vnaturall! Abominable!

EVE. You doe not tumble enough.

MER. Wallow, gna? h:

_They whi? per him. _

TAY. O, how he is vexed!

POV. 'Tis too manife? t.

EVE. Giue him more ? oap to foame with, now lie ? till.

_and giue him ? oape to act with. _

MER. And act a little.

TAY. What do's he now, S^r.

POV. Shew
The taking of _Tabacco_, with which the _Diuell_
Is ? o delighted.

FIT. _Hum! _

POV. And calls for _Hum_.
You takers of ? trong _Waters_, and _Tabacco_,
Marke this.

FIT. _Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow_, &c.

POV. That's _Starch_! the _Diuells_ Idoll of that colour. 75
He ratifies it, with clapping of his hands.
The proofes are pregnant.

GVI. How the _Diuel_ can act!

POV. He is the Ma? ter of _Players_! Master _Guilt-head_,
And _Poets_, too! you heard him talke in rime!
I had forgot to ob? erue it to you, ere while! 80

TAY. See, he ? pits fire.

POV. O no, he plaies at _Figgum_,
The _Diuell_ is the Author of wicked _Figgum_--

_Sir_ Poule _interprets_ Figgum _to be a Iuglers game_.

MAN. Why ? peake you not vnto him?

WIT. If I had
All innocence of man to be indanger'd,
And he could ? aue, or ruine it: I'ld not breath 85
A ? yllable in reque? t, to ? uch a foole,
He makes him? elfe.

FIT. _O they whi? per, whi? per, whi? per.
Wee ? hall haue more, of Diuells a ? core,
To come to dinner, in mee the ? inner. _

EYT. Alas, poore Gentleman!

POV. Put 'hem a? under. 90
Keepe 'hem one from the other.

MAN. Are you phrenticke, Sir,
Or what graue dotage moues you, to take part
VVith so much villany? wee are not afraid
Either of law, or triall; let vs be
Examin'd what our ends were, what the meanes? 95
To worke by, and po? ? ibility of tho? e meanes.
Doe not conclude again? t vs, ere you heare vs.

POV. I will not heare you, yet I will conclude
Out of the circum? tances.

MAN. VVill you ? o, Sir?

POV. Yes, they are palpable:

MAN. Not as your folly: 100

POV. I will di? charge my con?
cience, and doe all
To the _Meridian_ of Iu? tice:

GVI. You doe well, Sir.

FIT. _Prouide mee to eat, three or foure di? hes o' good meat,
I'll fea? t them, and their traines, a Iu? tice head and braines
Shall be the fir? t. _

POV. The _Diuell_ loues not Iu? tice, [169]
There you may ? ee.

FIT. _A ? pare-rib O' my wife, 106
And a whores purt'nance! a_ Guilt-head _whole_.

POV. Be not you troubled, Sir, the _Diuell_ ? peakes it.

FIT. _Yes, wis, Knight, ? hite, Poule, Ioule, owle, foule,
troule, boule. _

POV. _Crambe_, another of the _Diuell's_ games! 110

MER. Speake. Sir, ? ome _Greeke_, if you can. Is not the _Iu? tice_
A ? olemne game? ter?

EVE. Peace.

FIT. ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .

POV. Hee cur? es.
In _Greeke_, I thinke.

EVE. Your _Spani? h_, that I taught you. 115

FIT. _Quebremos el ojo de burlas_,

EVE. How? your re? t--
Let's breake his necke in ie? t, the _Diuell_ ? aies.

FIT. _Di gratia, Signor mio ? e hauete denari fatamene parte. _

MER. What, would the _Diuell_ borrow money?

FIT. _Ouy,
Ouy Mon? ieur, un pauure Diable! Diablet in! _ 120

POV. It is the _diuell_, by his ? euerall langauges.

_Enter the_ Keeper _of_ New-gate.

SHA. Where's S^r. _Poule Ether-? ide_?

POV. Here, what's the matter?

SHA. O! ? uch an accident falne out at _Newgate_, Sir:
A great piece of the pri? on is rent downe!
The _Diuell_ has beene there, Sir, in the body-- 125
Of the young _Cut-Pur? e_, was hang'd out this morning,
But, in new clothes, Sir, euery one of vs know him.
The? e things were found in his pocket.

AMB. Tho? e are mine, S^r.

SHA. I thinke he was commited on your charge, Sir.
For a new felony.

AMB. Yes.

SHA. Hee's gone, Sir, now, 130
And left vs the dead body. But withall, Sir,
Such an infernall ? tincke, and ? teame behinde,
You cannot ? ee S^t. _Pulchars Steeple_, yet.
They ? mell't as farre as _Ware_, as the wind lies, 134
By this time, ? ure.

FIT. Is this vpon your credit, friend?

Fitz-dottrel _leaues counterfaiting_.

SHA. Sir, you may ? ee, and ? atisfie your ? elfe.

FIT. Nay, then, 'tis time to leaue off counterfeiting.
Sir I am not bewitch'd, nor haue a _Diuell_:
No more then you. I doe defie him, I,
And did abu? e you. The? e two Gentlemen 140
Put me vpon it. (I haue faith again? t him)
They taught me all my tricks. I will tell truth,
And ? hame the _Feind_. See, here, Sir, are my bellowes,
And my fal? e belly, and my _Mou? e_, and all
That ? hould ha' come forth?

MAN. Sir, are not you a? ham'd
Now of your ? olemne, ?