Bel. How, Sir, the Devil!
Sir Cau. I say the Devil; Heaven bless every wise Man from the Devil.
Bea. The Devil, sha! there’s no such Animal in Nature; I rather think he pads.
Noi. Oh, Sir, he has not Courage for that—but he’s an admirable Fellow at your Lock.
Sir Cau. Lock! My Study-Lock was pickt—I begin to suspect him—
Bea. I saw him once open a Lock with the Bone of a Breast of Mutton, and break an Iron Bar asunder with the Eye of a Needle.
Sir Cau. Prodigious!—well, I say the Devil still.
Enter Sir Feeble.
Sir Feeb. Who’s this talks of the Devil?—a Pox of the Devil, I say, this last night’s Devil has so haunted me—
Sir Cau. Why, have you seen it since, Brother?