Dog. No, she has done killing now, but must be killed for what she has done; she’s shortly to be hanged.
Cud. Is she? in my conscience, if she be, ’tis thou hast brought her to the gallows, Tom.
Dog. Right; I served her to that purpose; ’twas part of my wages.
Cud. This was no honest servant’s part, by your leave, Tom. This remember, I pray you, between you and I; I entertained you ever as a dog, not as a devil.
Dog. True;
And so I used thee doggedly, not devilishly;
I have deluded thee for sport to laugh at:
The wench thou seek’st after thou never spak’st with,
But a spirit in her form, habit, and likeness.
Ha, ha!
Cud. I do not, then, wonder at the change of your garments, if you can enter into shapes of women too.
Dog. Any shape, to blind such silly eyes as thine; but chiefly those coarse creatures, dog, or cat, hare, ferret, frog, toad.
Cud. Louse or flea?
Dog. Any poor vermin.