Here you are lodg’d, Sir, you muſt ſend your garniſh, If you’ll be priuat.
Pvg. There it is, Sir, leaue me. To New-gate, brought? How is the name of Deuill Diſcredited in me! What a loſt fiend Shall I be, on returne? My Cheife will roare 5 In triumph, now, that I haue beene on earth, A day, and done no noted thing, but brought That body back here, was hang’d out this morning. Well! would it once were midnight, that I knew My vtmoſt. I thinke Time be drunke, and ſleepes; 10 He is ſo ſtill, and moues not! I doe glory Now i’ my torment. Neither can I expect it, I haue it with my fact.
Enter Iniquity the Vice.
Ini. Child of hell, be thou merry: Put a looke on, as round, boy, and red as a cherry. Caſt care at thy poſternes; and firke i’ thy fetters, 15 They are ornaments, Baby, haue graced thy betters: Looke vpon me, and hearken. Our Cheife doth ſalute thee, And leaſt the coldyron ſhould chance to confute thee, H’hath ſent thee, grant-paroll by me to ſtay longer A moneth here on earth, againſt cold Child, or honger. 20
Pvg. How? longer here a moneth?
Ing. Yes, boy, till the Seſſion, That ſo thou mayeſt haue a triumphall egreſſion.
Pvg. In a cart, to be hang’d.
Ing. No, Child, in a Carre, The charriot of Triumph, which moſt of them are. And in the meane time, to be greazy, and bouzy, 25 And naſty, and filthy, and ragged and louzy, With dam’n me, renounce me, and all the fine phraſes; That bring, vnto Tiborne, the plentifull gazes.
Pvg. He is a Diuell! and may be our Cheife! [165] The great Superiour Diuell! for his malice: 30 Arch-diuel! I acknowledge him. He knew What I would ſuffer, when he tie’d me vp thus In a rogues body: and he has (I thanke him) His tyrannous pleaſure on me, to confine me To the vnlucky carkaſſe of a Cutpurſe, 35 wherein I could do nothing.
The great Deuill enters, and vpbraids him with all his dayes worke.