1 Dev. Say, say, shall we bear these bold mortals from hence?
2 Dev. No, no, let us shew their degrees of offence.
3 Dev. Let's muster their crimes upon every side, And first let's discover their pride.
Enter Pride.
Pride. Lo here is Pride, who first led them astray, And did to ambition their minds then betray.
Fraud. And Fraud does next appear, Their wandering steps who led; When they from virtue fled, They in my crooked paths their course did steer.
Enter Rapine.
Rapine. From fraud to force they soon arrive, Where Rapine did their actions drive.
Murder. There long they could not stay; Down the steep hill they run; And to perfect the mischief which they had begun, To murder they bent all their way.
Chorus of all.Around, around we pace, About this cursed place; While thus we compass in These mortals and their sin. [Devils vanish.