Mer. And act a little.
Tay. What do’s he now, Sr.
Pov. Shew The taking of Tabacco, with which the Diuell Is ſo delighted.
Fit. Hum!
Pov. And calls for Hum. You takers of ſtrong Waters, and Tabacco, Marke this.
Fit. Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, &c.
Pov. That’s Starch! the Diuells Idoll of that colour. 75 He ratifies it, with clapping of his hands. The proofes are pregnant.
Gvi. How the Diuel can act!
Pov. He is the Maſter of Players! Master Guilt-head, And Poets, too! you heard him talke in rime! I had forgot to obſerue it to you, ere while! 80
Tay. See, he ſpits fire.