"Pev. Well, be it so.
"(Devils take him out and bring in PAMPHILES.)
"Pev. This is he we rescued from the ladies—a dainty one, I warrant.
"Pamphil. (affectedly.) This is Hell certainly by the smell.
"Pev. What, art thou a soldier too?
"Pamphil. No, on my life—a Colonel, but no soldier—innocent even of a review, as I exist.
"Pev. How rose you then? come, come—the truth.
"Pamphil. Nay, be not angry, sir—if I was preferred it was not my fault—upon my soul, I never did anything to incur preferment.
"Pev. Indeed! what was thy employment then, friend?
"Pamphil. Hunting—