Enter Clowne.
Clow. Puffe, giue me some ayre,
I am almost stifled, puffe, Oh, my sides!
Mis. From whence comm’st thou in such a puffing heate?
Hast thou been running for a wager, Swash?
Thou art horribly imbost. Where hast thou beene?
My life, he was haunted with some Spirit.
Clow. A Spirit? I thinke all the Deuils in Hell,
Haue had a pinch at my hanches,
I haue beene among the Furies, the Furies: