Dor. He sings well, the Devil has a pleasant pipe.
Clean. The fellow lyed sure.
Enter Host.
He is not dead, he's here: how pale he looks!
Dor. Is this he?
Clean. Yes.
Host. You are welcom noble Gentlemen,
My brave old guest most welcom.
Clean. Lying knaves,
To tell us you were dead, come sit down by us,
We thank ye for your Song.
Host. Would 't had been better.
Dor. Speak, are ye dead?