Meph. What else.
Har. What else: Why if Fornication been't against your Commandments, we would have some live Flesh; a handsom Wench.
Scar. Only for a third Person, and please your Damnation.
Meph. You shall have your Desires.
Har. We desire your Mephostopholiship too, not to let us stay the Roasting and Boiling of any thing: For we are as Eager as the Wine in Smithfield, and want no whetting.
Meph. You shall.
Scaramouche and Harlequin pull off their Caps.
Now if your mighty Darkness would please to Retire.
Meph. Farewell. [Vanish.
Scaramouche steps out of the Circle, and struts about.