Scar. And mine as full of Wind as a Trumpeter's Cheeks.
[Table sinks, and Flash of Lightning.
But since we can't Eat, let's Drink: Come, here's Dr. Faustus's Health.
Har. Ay, come; God bless Dr. Faustus.
[Bottles fly up, and the Table sinks.
Scar. What all gone: Here's a Banquet stole away like a City Feast. [Musick.
Har. Ha! here's Musick to delight us.
[Two Chairs rises. Harlequin and Scaramouche sits down, and are caught fast.
Scar. Ha! the Devil. We are lock'd in.
Har. As fast as a Counter Rat.