Sir Dav. Look! look! what's that? what's that in the corner there?
Ver. Where?
Sir Dav. There.
Ver. What, upon the iron chest?
Sir Dav. No, the long black thing up by the old clock-case. See! see! now it stirs, and is coming this way.
Ver. Alas, sir, speak to it—you are a justice o' peace—I beseech you. I dare not stay in the house: I'll call the watch, and tell 'em hell's broke loose; what shall I do? oh! [Exit.
Sir Dav. O Vermin, if thou art a true servant, have pity on thy master, and do not forsake me in this distressed condition. Satan, begone! I defy thee. I'll repent and be saved, I'll say my prayers, I'll go to church; help! help! help! Was there anything or no? in what hole shall I hide myself? [Exit.
Enter Sir Jolly, Fourbin, and Bloody-Bones.
Sir Jol. That should be Sir Davy's voice; the waiting-woman, indeed, told me he was afraid and could not sleep. Pretty fellows, pretty fellows both; you've done your business handsomely; what, I'll warrant you have been a-whoring together now; ha! You do well, you do well, I like you the better for't; what's o'clock?
Four. Near four, sir; 'twill not be day yet these two hours.