Host. Now if you can conjure, let the Devil unbind you.
Foro. We are both undone.
Clow. Already we feel it.
Host. Justice Sir.
Duke. What are they?
Pros. I can resolve you, slaves freed from the Gallies
By the Viceroy of Sicilia.
Duke. What's their offence?
Host. The robbing me of all my Plate and Jewels, I mean the attempting of it.
Clow. Please your Grace I will now discover this Varlet in earnest, this honest pestilent rogue, profest the Art of Conjuring, but all the skill that ever he had in the black Art, was in making a Seacole fire; only with wearing strange shapes, he begot admiration amongst Fools and Women.