Kite. With both; when I have the destinies of men in search, I consult the stars; when the affairs of women come under my hands, I advise with my t'other friend.
Mel. And have you raised the devil upon my account?
Kite. Yes, madam, and he's now under the table.
Lucy. Oh, Heavens protect us! Dear madam, let's be gone.
Kite. If you be afraid of him, why do ye come to consult him!
Mel. Don't fear, fool: do you think, sir, that because I'm a woman I'm to be fooled out of my reason, or frighted out of my senses? Come, show me this devil.
Kite. He's a little busy at present, but when he has done he shall wait on you.
Mel. What is he doing?
Kite. Writing your name in his pocket-book.
Mel. Ha! ha! my name! pray what have you or he to do with my name?