That thou shalt say I am thy good-good sweet-sweet godson.
Lu. I will give thee thanks, when thou hast so done.
Here entereth in the Collier.
New. Well, godfather, no mo words but mum!
For yonder comes the Collier, as seemeth me.
By the mass, he will make a good mate for thee. [The Devil walketh aside.
What, old acquaintance, small remembrance?
Welcome to town with a very vengeance!
Now welcome, Tom Collier, give me thy hand:
As very a knave as any in England.