Pov. O no, he plaies at Figgum, The Diuell is the Author of wicked Figgum—
Sir Poule interprets Figgum to be a Iuglers game.
Man. Why ſpeake you not vnto him?
Wit. If I had All innocence of man to be indanger’d, And he could ſaue, or ruine it: I’ld not breath 85 A ſyllable in requeſt, to ſuch a foole, He makes himſelfe.
Fit. O they whiſper, whiſper, whiſper. Wee ſhall haue more, of Diuells a ſcore, To come to dinner, in mee the ſinner.
Eyt. Alas, poore Gentleman!
Pov. Put ’hem aſunder. 90 Keepe ’hem one from the other.
Man. Are you phrenticke, Sir, Or what graue dotage moues you, to take part VVith so much villany? wee are not afraid Either of law, or triall; let vs be Examin’d what our ends were, what the meanes? 95 To worke by, and poſſibility of thoſe meanes. Doe not conclude againſt vs, ere you heare vs.
Pov. I will not heare you, yet I will conclude Out of the circumſtances.
Man. VVill you ſo, Sir?