And ſends him away.
Mer. What ſaid he to you, Sir?
Fit. Like a lying raskall Told me he was the Diuel.
Mer. How! a good ieſt!
Fit. And that he would teach me, ſuch fine diuels tricks 35 For our new reſolution.
Eve. O’ pox on him, ’Twas excellent wiſely done, Sir, not to truſt him.
Mere-craft giues the instructions to him and the reſt.
Mer. Why, if he were the Diuel, we ſha’ not need him, If you’ll be rul’d. Goe throw your ſelfe on a bed, Sir, And faine you ill. Wee’ll not be ſeene wi’ you, 40 Till after, that you haue a fit: and all Confirm’d within. Keepe you with the two Ladies And perſwade them. I’ll to Iuſtice Either-ſide, And poſſeſſe him with all. Traines ſhall ſeeke out Ingine, And they two fill the towne with’t, euery cable 45 Is to be veer’d. We muſt employ out all Our emiſſaries now; Sir, I will ſend you Bladders and Bellowes. Sir, be confident, ’Tis no hard thing t’out doe the Deuill in: A Boy o’ thirteene yeere old made him an Aſſe 50 But t’toher day.
Fit. Well, I’ll beginne to practice; And ſcape the imputation of being Cuckold, By mine owne act.
Mer. yo’ are right.