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Scene VI.

Lady. D. Turfe. Squire Tub. Hilts. Puppy. Clay.
Lad.
And as I told thee, shee was intercepted
By the Squire here, my sonne: and this bold Ruffin
His man, who safely would have carried her
Vnto her Father; and the Chanon Hugh;
But for more care of the security,
My Huisher hath her now, in his grave charge.

D. Tur.
Now on my faith, and holy-dom, we are
Beholden to your worship. She's a Girle,
A foolish Girle, and soone may tempted be:
But if this day passe well once ore her head,
Ile wish her trust to her selfe. For I have beene
A very mother to her, though I say it.

Tub.
Madam, 'tis late, and Pancridge is i' your way:
I thinke your Ladiship forgets your selfe.

Lad.
Your mind runs much on Pancridge. Well, young Squire,
The black Oxe never trod yet O your foot:
These idle Phant'sies will forsake you one day.
Come Mrs. Turfe, will you goe take a walke
Over the fields to Pancridge, to your husband?

D. Tur.
Madam, I had beene there an houre agoe:
But that I waited on my man Ball Puppy.
What Ball I say? I thinke the idle slouch
Be falne asleepe i' the barne, he stayes so long.

Pup.
Sattin, i' the name of velvet Sattin, Dame!
The Divell! O the Divell is in the barne:
Helpe, helpe, a legion—Spirit legion,
Is in the barne! in every straw a Divell.

Tur.
Why do'st thou bawle so Puppy? Speake, what ailes thee?

Pup.
My name's Ball Puppy, I ha' seene the Divell
Among the straw: O for a Crosse! a Collop
Of Friar Bacon, or a conjuring stick
Of Doctor Faustus! Spirits are in the barne.

Tub.
How! Spirits in the barne? Basket, goe see.

Hil.
Sir, an' you were my Master ten times over,
And Squire to boot; I know, and you shall pardon me:
Send me 'mong Divels? I zee you love me not:
Hell be at their game: Ile not trouble them.

Tub.
Goe see; I warrant thee there's no such matter.

Hil.
An' they were Giants, 't were another matter.
But Divells! No, if I be torne in peeces,
What is your warrant worth? Ile see the Feind
Set fire o' the barne, ere I come there.

D. Tur.
Now all Zaints blesse us, and if he be there,
He is an ugly spright, I warrant.

Pup.
As ever
Held flesh-hooke, Dame, or handled fire-forke rather:
They have put me in a sweet pickle, Dame:
But that my Lady-Valentine smels of muske,
I should be asham'd to presse into this presence.

Lad.
Basket, I pray thee see what is the miracle!

Tub.
Come, goe with me: Ile lead. Why stand'st thou man?

Hil.
Cocks pretious Master, you are not mad indeed?
You will not goe to hell before your time?

Tub.
Why art thou thus afraid?

Hil.
No, not afraid:
But by your leave, Ile come no neare the barne.

Tur.
Puppy! wilt thou goe with me?

Pup.
How? goe with you?
Whither, into the Barne? To whom, the Divell?
Or to doe what there? to be torne 'mongst 'hum?
Stay for my Master, the High Constable,
Or In-and-In, the Head-borough; let them goe,
Into the Barne with warrant; seize the Feind;
And set him in the stocks for his ill rule:
'Tis not for me that am but flesh and blood,
To medle with 'un. Vor I cannot, nor I wu' not.

Lad.
I pray thee Tripoly, looke, what is the matter?

Tub.
That shall I Madam.

Hil.
Heaven protect my Master.
I tremble every joynt till he be back.

Pup.
Now, now, even now they are tearing him in peeces:
Now are they tossing of his legs, and armes,
Like Loggets at a Peare-tree: Ile to the hole,
Peepe in, and looke whether he lives or dies.

Hil.
I would not be i' my Masters coat for thousands.

Pup.
Then pluck it off, and turne thy selfe away.
O the Divell! the Divell! the Divell!

Hil.
Where man? where?

D. Tur.
Alas that ever wee were borne. So neere too?

Pup.
The Squire hath him in his hand, and leads him
Out by the Collar.

D. Tur.
O this is Iohn Clay.

Lad.
Iohn Clay at Pancrace, is there to be married.

Tub.
This was the spirit reveld i' the Barne.

Pup.
The Divell hee was: was this he was crawling
Among the Wheat-straw? Had it beene the Barley,
I should ha' tane him for the Divell in drinke;
The Spirit of the Bride-ale: But poore Iohn,
Tame Iohn of Clay, that sticks about the bung-hole—

Hil.
If this be all your Divell, I would take
In hand to conjure him: But hell take me
If ere I come in a right Divels walke,
If I can keepe me out on't.

Tub.
Well meant Hilts.

Lad.
But how came Clay thus hid here i' the straw,
When newes was brought, to you all hee was at Pancridge;
And you beleev'd it?

D. Tur.
Justice Brambles man
Told me so, Madam: And by that same token,
And other things, he had away my Daughter,
And two seal'd bags of money.

Lad.
Where's the Squire?
Is hee gone hence?

Tub.
H' was here Madam, but now.

Clay.
Is the Huy and Cry past by?

Pup.
I, I, Iohn Clay.

Clay.
And am I out of danger to be hang'd?

Pup.
Hang'd Iohn? yes sure; unlesse, as with the Proverbe,
You meane to make the choice of your owne gallowes.

Cla.
Nay, then all's well, hearing your newes Ball Pupy,
You ha' brought from Paddington, I ene stole home here,
And thought to hide me, in the Barne ere since.

Pup.
O wonderfull! and newes was brought us here,
You were at Pancridge, ready to be married.

Cla.
No faith, I nere was furder then the Barne.

D. Tur.
Haste Puppy. Call forth Mistris Dido Wispe,
My Ladies Gentle-woman, to her Lady;
And call your selfe forth, and a couple of maids,
To waite upon me: we are all undone!
My Lady is undone! her fine young sonne,
The Squire is got away.

Lad.
Haste, haste, good Valentine.

D. Tur.
And you Iohn Clay; you are undone too! All!
My husband is undone, by a true key,
But a false token: And my selfe's undone,
By parting with my Daughter, who'll be married
To some body, that she should not, if wee haste not.