Clow. Conjure me to the Devil and you can, I live in
Hell upon earth already, and you had any mercy, you would
not practice upon a kind heart thus.
Host. You have drawn blood from him Signior, Is his
offence unpardonable?
Foro. A lump of ignorance, pray speak not for him,
A drowsie grossness, in all Christian Kingdoms,
The mention of my art, my name, my practise,
Merit and Glory hath begot at once
Delight and wonder; I'll not be entreated;
Spare intercession for him,——O thou scorn
Of learning, shame of duty; must thy sloth
Draw my just fame in question? I discharge thee
From my service; see me no more henceforth.
Clow. Discharge me! Is that my years wages?
I'll not be so answer'd.
Foro. Not Camel? Sirrah I am liberal to thee;
Thou hast thy life, be gone.
Clow. Vengeance, sweet vengeance.
Foro. De'e mumble?
Clow. I'll be reveng'd, monstrously, suddenly, and insatiably; my bulk begins to swell.
Foro. Homotolenton, Pragmatophoros, Heliostycorax.
Clo. Call up your Spirits, I defie 'em; well, I'll have Law for my broken pate, twelve ounces of pure blood; Troy-weight. In despight of thee my Master, and thy Master the grand Devil himself, vindicta, vindicta.—[Exit.