Bib. Lord bless us, where are you, Frances!
Fran. Here, William! this is a judgment, as they say, upon you, William, for trusting wits, and calling gentlemen to the tavern, William.
Bib. No; 'twas a judgment upon you, for desiring preferment at court, Frances. Let's call up the watch, and Justice Trice, to have the house searched.
Fran. Ay, ay; there's more devils there, I warrant you. [Exeunt.
Enter LOVEBY, CONSTANCE, and SETSTONE again.
Lov. It was certainly Will Bibber and his wife, with music; for, now I remember myself, I 'pointed him this hour at your father's house: but we frighted them worse than they frighted us.
Const. Our parson ran away too, when they cried out the devil!
Lov. He was the wiser; for if the devil had come indeed, he has preached so long against him, it would have gone hard with him.
Set. Indeed, I have always observed parsons to be more fearful of the devil than other people.
Lov. Oh, the devil's the spirit, and the parson's the flesh; and betwixt those two there must be a war; yet, to do them both right, I think in my conscience they quarrel only like lawyers for their fees, and meet good friends in private, to laugh at their clients.