2. Spir. They laugh.
3. Spir. They kiss and play,
Till your return, doth make e’m mourn,
And spoils their Holy~day.
Chor. Thus they will do untill they dye,
When we in Hell, shall think it well
To have their pleasant Company.
[They Descend.
Anto. And that shall be this Night; make ready then
Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Letchers;
If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold
Can but increase their Torments, I will sell
All my Estate to turn it into that,
Daily to add more fewel to their flames.
Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers,
Be Cheated still, I’le take a surer way,
Torments for Souls are penny-worths I’le buy,
And there is Reason in it; for ’tis likely
Hell may take Bribes, when surely Heav’n won’t.
Oh Excellent project! Is’t not a good one, Jasper?
By Hell it self, this Night Hell hath e’m all.
Witch. Your Lordship’s much disturb’d, I by my Art
Will cause the Air to give a Melody,
So to compose your Spirits to themselves.
[She waves her stick. Musick and an Antick Dance of Devils handing the Purse (Antonio threw) to one another, toward the Close of which a noise without makes both Musick and Dance stop: But beginning again, a noise within makes e’m flye. The Witch trembles.
Within. Break op’e the doors, nay, sure enough they’re here.
Anto. By Heav’n some Cheat, for these can be no Devils.
I’le follow e’m, and see—
[Draws his Sword.