LACY. But, gentle Marian, I bewail thy loss,
That wert maid, wife, and widow, all so soon.
MAR. 'Tis your recovery that joys me more,
Than grief can touch me for the doctor's death.
He never lov'd me whilst he liv'd with me,
Therefore the less I mourn his tragedy.
MOR. Henceforth we'll strictlier look to strangers' lives,
How they shall marry any English wives.
Now all men shall record this fatal day;
Lacy revived, the doctor sunk in clay.
[The trumpets sound, exeunt omnes nisi DUNSTAN.
DUN. Now is Earl Lacy's house fill'd full of joy,
He and his lady wholly reconcil'd,
Their jars all ended: those, that were like men
Transformed, turn'd unto their shapes again.
And, gentlemen, before we make an end,
A little longer yet your patience lend,
That in your friendly censures you may see
What the infernal synod do decree;
And after judge, if we deserve to name
This play of ours, The devil and his dame.
[Exit.
It thunders and lightneth. Enter PLUTO, MINOS,
AEACUS, RHADAMANTHUS, with Fury bringing in
MALBECCO'S Ghost.
PLU. Minos, is this the day he should return,
And bring us tidings of his twelvemonth spent!
Enter BELPHEGOR, like a devil, with horns
on his head, and AKERCOCK.
MIN. It is, great king, and here Belphegor comes.
PLU. His visage is more ghastly than 'twas wont.
What ornaments are those upon his head?