Lacie. And not a bottle of wine?
Margret. Weele find one for my lord. 110
Lacie. Come, Sussex, ... lets[1561] in: we shall have more,
For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure.[1559]
[Exeunt.]
[Scene Fifteenth. Frier Bacons cell.]
Enter a Devill[1562] to seeke Miles.
Devill. How restles are the ghosts of hellish spirites,
When everie charmer with his magick spels
Cals us from nine-fold trenched Phlegethon,[1563]