Wit. What can he do?
Eit. Let’s heare him.
Tay. Can he manage?
Fit. Pleaſe you to try him, Ladies. Stand forth, Diuell.
Pvg. Was all this but the preface to my torment? 195
Fit. Come, let their Ladiſhips ſee your honours.
Eit. O, Hee makes a wicked leg.
Tay. As euer I ſaw!
Wit. Fit for a Diuell.
Tay. Good Madame, call him De-uile.