Ant. He must fart fire then:
Take you no care for me.
Vec. Ascend, Asterth,
Enter Don John like a Spirit.
Why, when, appear I say—Now question him.
Ant. Where is my whore, Don Devil?
John. Gone to China,
To be the great Chams Mistress.
Ant. That's a lye, Devil,
Where are my jewels?
John. Pawn'd for Petticoats.
Ant. That may be: where's the Fidler?
John. Condemn'd to th' Gallows
For robbing of a Mill.