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Scene. VJ.

Shakles. Pvg Iniqvity. Divel.
[Sha.]
Here you are lodg'd, Sir, you must send your garnish,
Pug is brought to New-gate.
If you'll be priuat.

Pvg.
There it is, Sir, leaue me.
To New-gate, brought? How is the name of Deuill
Discredited in me! What a lost fiend
Shall I be, on returne? My Cheife will roare
In triumph, now, that I haue beene on earth,
A day, and done no noted thing, but brought
That body back here, was hang'd out this morning.
Enter Iniquity the Vice.
Well! would it once were midnight, that I knew
My vtmost. I thinke Time be drunke, and sleepes;
He is so still, and moues not! I doe glory
Now i'my torment. Neither can I expect it,
I haue it with my fact.

Ini.
Child of hell, be thou merry:
Put a looke on, as round, boy, and red as a cherry.
Cast care at thy posternes; and firke i' thy fetters,
They are ornaments, Baby, haue graced thy betters:
Looke vpon me, and hearken. Our Cheife doth salute thee,
And least the coldyron should chance to confute thee,
H' hath sent thee, grant-paroll by me to stay longer
A moneth here on earth, against cold Child, or honger

Pvg.
How? longer here a moneth?

Ing.
Yes, boy, till the Session,
That so thou mayest haue a triumphall egression.

Pvg.
In a cart, to be hang'd.

Ing.
No, Child, in a Carre,
The charriot of Triumph, which most of them are.
And in the meane time, to be greazy, and bouzy,
And nasty, and filthy, and ragged and louzy,
With dam'n me, renounce me, and all the fine phrases;
That bring, vnto Tiborne, the plentifull gazes.

Pvg.
He is a Diuell! and may be our Cheife!
The great Superiour Diuell! for his malice:
Arch-diuel! I acknowledge him. He knew
What I would suffer, when he tie'd me vp thus
In a rogues body: and he has (I thanke him)
His tyrannous pleasure on me, to confine me
To the vnlucky carkasse of a Cutpurse,
Wherein I could do nothing.

Div.
Impudent fiend,
The great Deuill enters, and vpbraids him with all his dayes worke.
Stop thy lewd mouth. Doest thou not shame and tremble
To lay thine owne dull damn'd defects vpon
An innocent case, there? Why thou heauy slaue!
The spirit, that did possesse that flesh before
Put more true life, in a finger, and a thumbe,
Then thou in the whole Masse. Yet thou rebell'st
And murmur'st? What one profer hast thou made,
Wicked inough, this day, that might be call'd
Worthy thine owne, much lesse the name that sent thee?
First, thou did'st helpe thy selfe into a beating
Promptly, and with't endangered'st too thy tongue:
A Diuell, and could not keepe a body intire
One day! That, for our credit. And to vindicate it,
Hinderd'st (for ought thou know'st) a deed of darknesse:
Which was an act of that egregious folly,
As no one, to'ard the Diuel, could ha' thought on.
This for your acting! but for suffering! why
Thou hast beene cheated on, with a false beard,
And a turn'd cloake. Faith, would your predecessour
The Cutpurse, thinke you, ha' been so? Out vpon thee,
The hurt th'hast don, to let men know their strength,
And that the'are able to out-doe a diuel
Put in a body, will for euer be
A scarre vpon our Name! whom hast thou dealt with,
Woman or man, this day, but haue out-gone thee
Some way, and most haue prou'd the better fiendes?
Yet, you would be imploy'd? Yes, hell shall make you
Prouinciall o' the Cheaters ! or Bawd-ledger,
For this side o' the towne! No doubt you'll render
A rare accompt of things. Bane o' your itch,
And scratching for imployment. I'll ha' brimstone
To allay it sure, and fire to sindge your nayles off,
But, that I would not such a damn'd dishonor
Sticke on our state, as that the diuell were hang'd;
And could not saue a body, that he tooke
Iniquity takes him on his back.
From Tyborne, but it must come thither againe:
You should e'en ride. But, vp away with him—

Ini.
Mount, dearling of darkenesse, my shoulders are broad:
He that carries the fiend, is sure of his loade.
The Diuell was wont to carry away the euill;
But, now, the Euill out-carries the Diuell.