Del. Yes, and embrace her too; she is your servant.
Fear not; her lips are cool enough.
Get. She is marvellous well mounted; what's her name?
Del. Lucifera.
Get. Come hither, Lucifera. and kiss me.
Del. Let her sit on your knee.
Get. The Chair turns: hey-boys:
Pleasant i'faith, and a fine facetious Devil. [Dance.
Del. She would whisper in your ear, and tell ye wonders.
Get. Come; what's her name?
Del. Lucifera.
Get. Come, Lucie, come, speak thy mind. I am certain burnt to ashes. [Exeunt.
I have a kind of Glasse-house in my cod-piece.
Are these the flames of State? I am rosted over,
Over, and over-rosted. Is this Office?
The pleasure of authoritie? I'le no more on't,
Till I can punish Devils too; I'le quit it.
Some other Trade now, and some course less dangerous,
Or certainly I'le tyle again for two pence. [Exit.