With brothes, to bring him from this haplesse trance.
Margret. Or els, my lord, we were passing unkinde
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Enter a Devill and carrie Bungay on his backe.
Margret. O, helpe, my lord! a devill, a devill, my lord!
Looke how he carries Bungay on his backe!
Let's hence, for Bacons spirits be abroad.
Exeunt.
Edward. Bacon, I laugh to see the jolly frier
Mounted upon the divell, and how the earle 175