By thy damn'd Perjury ith' face oth' Sun.
Hence then begone to Hell, away, away,
For in this place thou shalt no longer stay.
[Spoken by an old Acquaintance.]
Why how now Doctor, vanish'd fled and gone,
What none but Monsieur Devil and You alone?
Are all you Papists come to this damn'd end,
Thus to be hamper'd and ridden by a Fiend?
Unpitied ly; blaspheme and groan thy last,
Belch forth thy unhallow'd Soul, and blast