The Devil is an Ass

by Ben Jonson

Pvg. O, Chiefe, call mee to Hell againe, and free mee. 210

The Diuell prayes.

Fit. Do you murmur now?

Pvg. Not I, S^r.

Wit. What do you take [152]  M^r. Deuile, the height of your employment, In the true perfect Eſcudero?

Fit. When? What doe you anſwer?

Pvg. To be able, Madame, Firſt to enquire, then report the working, 215 Of any Ladies phyſicke, in ſweete phraſe.

Wit. Yes, that’s an act of elegance, and importance. But what aboue?

Fit. O, that I had a goad for him.

Pvg. To find out a good Corne-cutter.