Capt. 'Tis no matter. Here, carry this letter, and bring an answer to the Devil quickly; and tell her we'll stay there till the time be fit for the design.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter Careless, Wild, and a Drawer, at the Devil.
Care. Jack, how goes the world? Bring us some bottles of the best wine.
Draw. You shall, sir. Your worship is welcome into England.
Care. Why, look you: who says a drawer can say nothing but Anon, anon, sir; score a quart of sack in the half-moon?[243]
Draw. Your worship is merry; but I'll fetch you that, sir, shall speak Greek, and make your worship prophesy. You drank none such in your journey.
Wild. Do it then, and make a hole in this angel thou may'st creep through. [Gives him an angel.] Who is't that peeps? a fiddler? Bring him by the ears.