Jack Ketch is dead—I’m free;
I do not care, now, if Old Nick
Himself should come for me.
(Goes off, and returns with a stick. He dances about beating time on the front of the stage, and singing to the tune of “Green grow the rushes O”)
Right foll de riddle loll,
I’m the boy to do ’em all.
Here’s a stick
To thump Old Nick,
If he, by chance, upon me call.
Enter the Demon. He just peeps in at the corner of the stage, and exit.