But——
[Here the devil tickles the Squire sharply under the ribs, when the Squire attempts to hug and kiss Duffy, who takes the fire-prong and brandishes it in the Squire’s face. The devil tickles them both.
Stand off, keep your distance, and none of your hugging;
No man shall kiss me till he takes me to church;
I’ll never cry at Michaelmas for Christmas laughing,
Like the poor maid left in the lurch.
Look, the sand is all down, the pie is burn’d black,
And the crust is too hard for your colt’s teeth to crack;
Up to the hall now, and take your supper.
[Here Duffy pushes the Squire off the stool. The Squire jumps up and begins to dance, singing the old dancing tune, “Here’s to the devil, with his wooden pick,” &c. Duffy and the devil soon join in the dance, and cut all sorts of capers, till the Squire dances off to the hall, followed by the devil; when Huey crawls out of the oven, Duffy opens the kitchen, drives Huey out, saying,—