Fit. And is not the Diuell good company? Yes, wis.
Eve. How he changes, Sir, his voyce!
Fit. And a Cuckold is Where ere hee put his head, with a a Wanion, If his hornes be forth, the Diuells companion! Looke, looke, looke, elſe.
Mer. How he foames!
Eve. And ſwells! 35
Tay. O, me! what’s that there, riſes in his belly!
Eit. A ſtrange thing! hold it downe:
Tra. Pit. We cannot, Madam.
Pov. ’Tis too apparent this!
Fit. Wittipol, Wittipol.