Diccon. Come hither then, and stir thee not
One inch out of this circle plat,
But stand, as I thee teach.
Hodge. And shall ich be here safe from their claws?
Diccon. The master-devil with his long paws
Here to thee cannot reach—
Now will I settle me to this gear.
Hodge. I say, Diccon, hear me, hear:
Go softly to this matter.