Vec. Hold.
Pet. Hold there,
I do command you hold.
Ant. Is this the Devil?
Why, Conjurer—
Pet. He has been a Devil to you, Sir;
But now you shall forget all; your whore's safe,
And all your jewels, your Boy too.
John. Now the Devil indeed
Lay his ten claws upon thee, for my pate
Finds what it is to be a Fiend.
Ant. All safe?
Pet. 'Pray ye know this person; all's right now.
Ant. Your Grace
May now command me then: but where's my whore?
Pet. Ready to go to whipping.
Ant. My whore whipt?