Tho. And view that stormy face that has so thundred me,
A coldness crept over't now? by your leave, candle,
And next door by yours too, so, a pretty, pretty,
Shall I now look upon ye? by this light it moves me.
Ma. Much good may it do you, Sir.
Thom. Holy Saints defend me,
The Devil, Devil, Devil, O the Devil.
Ma. Dor. Ha, ha, ha, ha, the Devil, O the Devil.
Thom. I am abus'd most damnedly, most beastly,
Yet if it be a she-Devil; but the house is up,
And here's no staying longer in this Cassock.
Woman, I here disclaim thee; and in vengeance
I'll marry with that Devil, but I'll vex thee.
Ma. By'r Lady, but you shall not, Sir, I'll watch ye.
Tho. Plague o' your Spanish leather hide: I'll waken ye;
Devil good night: good night, good Devil.
Moor. Oh.
Thom. Roar again, Devil, roar again. [Exit Tho.
Moor. O, O, Sir.