BELPHEGOR.
You call them new, forgetting how long you have been buried in the mines. You may find them here in sufficient numbers; and if you wish rather to see them living, you may, perhaps, obtain leave to accompany me to their world, where I am going very soon.
RECAB.
I shall be glad of the opportunity. And what are you doing now? I have observed you walking about, and examining the ground with great attention.
BELPHEGOR.
My business lately has been to keep the pavement of hell in repair.
RECAB.
Then you can tell me what this pavement is. I have never seen any thing like it before. There is nothing of the sort in the mines.
BELPHEGOR.
I find you are come very ignorant out of the mines. I thought all the world had known that hell is paved with good intentions.