Vec. Slip in quickly,
There you shall find suits of all sorts: when I call
Be ready and come forward. [Exeunt all but Vecchio.
Who's there comes in?
Enter Antonio.
Ant. Are you the Conjurer?
Vec. Sir, I can do a little
That way, if you please to employ me.
Ant. Presently, shew me a Devil that can tell—
Vec. Where your wench is.
Ant. You are i'th' right; as also where the Fidler
That was consenting to her.
Vec. Sit ye there, Sir,
Ye shall know presently: can ye pray heartily?
Ant. Why, is your Devil so furious?
Vec. I must shew ye
A form may chance affright ye.