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Enter Trappolin solus.
Trap.

This banish't life is very doleful, I walk
I know not whither, and every
step I go Flametta comes into my mind, I think
how she cried when we parted, and swore that
she would go too, and certainly so she wood, if I
had not told her she was not banisht, and might
not. Farwel my true Flametta; and the Divel
take the two scurvy Lords Barbarino, and Machavil,
for Captain Mattemoros he is a pratling asse;
but by my conscience, he could nere ha turn'd
me loose for such a matter. Farwel my draughts
of Montefiascone and Bologna Sausages, me thinks
this is a very melancholy place: I have not seen
a living body these two houres, but they had
wings, or four legs: let me bethink me whither to
betake my self; for in Tuscany stay I must not,
Ide to Rome and turn Frier if I had any Latine in
me; there is nothing of Millain or Naples, without
I mean to turn souldier for one dinner a day.
Farwel all my good suppers I was wont to have,
the wenches I helpt Gentlemen to: Venice, I
that's the likeliest place of all, and there I'le follow
my own trade, I love to be fingring of Mons.
and Polax Ryals, well then I'le to Venice, and
turn pimpe; it is a good gainful life in Italy, full

of ease and pleasure, especially if the flesh be
young and handsome. Methinks I hear a busling
in yon trees, I hope it be not a thief; for then I
shall lose the ring Brunetto gave me, and may go
hang my self. Yon's an old man, an he be one I
care not, for sure I shall be good enough for him.

Enter Mago a Conjurer.
Mago.

Son, you are banisht, I know all the matter.

Trap.

Tis true, old friend, I am indeed; but how
the Divel came you to know it?

Mago.

Why the Divel told me.

Trap.

Alas that ere I was born! I pray you father
conjurer do not hurt me.

Mago.

Son Trappolin, I am so far from hurting thee,
that thee I do intend to make a Prince.

Trap.

I pray you pardon me father conjurer, I have
no mind to domineer or swagger in hell.

Mag.

You understand me not, thou shalt return to
Florence.

Trap.
And be hang'd there for my labour.

Mago.
Be honoured there, and be suppos'd the Duke,
Who now in Milain is about his wife.

Trap.

Faith if you can bring this about, father conjurer,
I should laugh indeed; but suppose it could
be done, when his Highness comes

Woe be to my neck.

Mag.

No fear at all, leave all to me, and but remember
what I say and thou art safe.

Trap.

Faith I know not what to think of this; but

Conjurers can do much.

Mag.

I'le do it never doubt, come near to me,
within this circle go, and do not fear though
thou seest divels skip about thee.

Trap.

Father Conjurer farewel, I had rather live in
banishment then see the Divel.

Mago.
Thou silly fellow do not fear, in this
Myriades of fiends dare not, nor can they hurt thee;
Here thou shalt stand as safe from any danger
As ever thou didst yet in any place.
Think'st thou I have so little power over spirits,
As they dare disobey what I command?
Tell me thy wish, and if thou hast it not,
Before thy face I'le sink away with fear.
Give me thy hand and come.

Trap.

Father conjurer, I faith I wish nothing more
then what you have promised me already; could
that be done I need nere be a pander agen.

Mago.
Why do you stay?

Trap.
Shall I be safe?

Mago.
As free from peril as you can desire.

Trap.
Why then I'le venter, being for such a matter;
But honest father Conjurer, if for fear I chance
To die, let not your divels take my body.

Mago.
Come, do not fear at all, there is no need.

Trap.

I will venter, but I pray you let not the divels
come too near me.

Mago.
You that below frequent the Stygian lake,
And in Cocytus waves do bathe yourselves,
You that upon the strands of Phlegeton
Do use to walk, attend unto my charmes,
Appear, I charge thee to appear, thou fiend,
Thou that over mans head power hast, appear
Eo thou spirit come,—

Trap.
Good father conjurer
Let not the Divels be too ugly, lest
I play the sloven and annoy your nose.

Mago.
Fear not.

Trap.

Honest Master Counjurer, yonder comes
your Divel, pray you circle me once more, for
I'me afraid he'l be too bold with me.

Mago.
Not all the fiends that are in hell can do
The least annoyance to thee, Trappolin:
Thou art safe, and so believe thou art, come Eo
Give me that hat unchanted.

Eo.
Here it is,
Command me ought else.

Mago.
No, vanish now:
Son Trap. observe me well, this hat
Keep alwaies on thy head, 'tis Eo cald,
One of the things will make thee thought a Prince.

Trap.

Tis none of the handsomest, mine's of a better
block, I think some Naples Devil made it, tis
so high crownd, one that saw me in this would
rather think me a fool then a duke.

Mago.
Meo thou spirit of magick glass appear,
I charge thee in dread Plutoes name to come;

Trap.

More Devils yet! is the Circle sure, Father
Conjurer? and t' be not I pray you take an order
with it, I have no mind at all to venter my self
against the Devil.

Mago.

Have I not told thee thou art safe? fear not,

Trap.

Yonder's another Devil I think of Moran, for
he brings a looking glass with him.

Mago.

Deliver it, be gone.

Trap.

I thank you for it, (besworn) for in good
earnest father Conjurer I would have as little the
company of your Devils as is possible.

Mago.
But before I give you this mirrour (Sonne)
Receive this powder by Magick art compos'd,
And secret spells; he upon whom thou flingest it
(It hath such hidden vertue in it) will
Be took by all for Trappolin.

Trap.
For me?

Mago.
Yes certainly for thee.

Trap.

Say you so? why then I faith with all my heart:
Give it me, I swear unto you (old father) the very
best man in Tuskany shall be Trappolin.

Mago.
Here put it up and keep it safe.

Trap.
And I do not hang me.

Mago.
Now are you ready for the looking glass?

Trap.
I am very ready indeed.

Mago.
Son Trappolin, this looking glass was wrought
In the deep Caverns of the dark Abyss,
Compos'd of the mud of Phlegeton,
And with the blood of tortur'd Miscreants,
It is a Mirrour I have studied long
And now have brought unto perfection:
This upon thee I do bestow, a gift
Such as the Crowns of Emperours could not buy.

Trap.

And yet Father Conjurer, I have seen half a
dozen better sold for a pistol.

Mago.
They were the works of mortalls: When thou hast
A cloke Ile give thee two: but look in this
And thou shalt see thy self the Duke; and if,
When he returnes agen, thou meetest him
(But throw the powder on him first) and he
Begins to rage, bid him look in't, and it
Will shew him the reflexion of thee.

Trap.
Say you so? why then give me the glass.

Mago.
Here, stand still, I will now raise up the fiend
That hath the Cloke which I have promised thee.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, as you love your son Trappolin, give me another
Circle or two, for I promise you I fear this almost worne out.

Mago.
Still thou dost fear; be bold and confident,
Hell cannot hurt thee as thou standst.

Trap.
Why then let him come.

Mago.
In Proserpin's dread name our Soveraign Queen,
Areto, I do charge thee to appear;
Thus by the wast of this enchanted Wand
I do command thee fiend unto this place.

Trap.

No more Father Conjurer, hold, here comes
the Devil, he's a Taylor in hell sure, for he brings

a cloke.

Areo.
Thou against whom fierce Cerberus dares not bark,
Here is the Cloke, which, to obey thy will,
We (that thy servants are) have made.

Mago.
Tis well:
Be gone, I licence thy depart; this Cloke,
Son Trappolin, doth perfect thee the Duke.

Trap.

I know not, but on my conscience the poorest
of his Highness servants near wore a worse, it
seems to me to have been made of these miserable
thefts of a beggerly Taylor, t'is of so many
Colours; and for the fashion of it (by your leave
Father Conjurer) tis very clownish, and something
inclining to the fools fashion.

Mago.
Thy words, Son Trappolin, are vain. Those Counts
And Marquesses that swagger it in Gold,
Shall not appear so glorious to the eyes
Of men as thou in this.

Trap.
Father Conjurer, Ile be rul'd by you, put on.

Mago.
Thou art the great Duke now in shew, the wisest
Judgements will believe thee so, now take the glass and see thy self in't.

Trap.
Beseech your Highness pardon me, I am
A poor subject of yours, for a small matter
Banish't by envious Lords.

Mago.
Why Trappolin what folly is this?

Trap.
Besworne to you Father I thought I saw his
Highness, and was a begging to be pardoned:

Mago.
Away with ignorance, twas thy Reflexion,
As thou didst seem unto thy self, so thou
Shalt likewise to the world appear; now mark me,
Not one of these can make thee like the Duke;
They altogether do: nere leave them off
Without thou art secure, for one but missing
Thou wilt appear thy self: The Hat is cald
After the Devills name that brought it, Eo,
The Looking Glass Meo, the Cloke Areo,
And there are fiends within them.

Trap.

Father Conjurer, I thank you for your kindness,
take all your ware agen; carry so many Devills
about me? so I shall be sure to be carried to the
Devil by um.

Mago.
Suspect no hurt, they can as well destroy
Their immortality as do thee harm.

Trap.

Why then (honest father Conjurer) Ile venter
my self among them, but I swear unto you if they
begin to stir Ile ene fling them all away without
more a do.

Mago.
Farewell son Trappolin, return to Florence,
And flourish in the pleasures of the court:
Other affairs command me to be gone,
Give me thy hand; farewell son Trappolin.

Trap.

Be not so hasty (my dear old father) one word
before you go: how shall I say, that I bring not my
Dutchesse with me, but come alone?

Mago.

Why any thing, what you will.

Trap.

Ile make um believe then that I licenced her

to stay as long as she pleases, and that I came alone
to see how they governed in my absence.

Mago.

'Twill do, now have you done with me?

Trap.

I have: I thank you for all your things here,
fare you well honest father Conjurer.

Exit Mago.
Trap.
Now Trappolin is no more Trappolin,
What I am in my glass I'le look again:
The great Duke, ha! tis well, 'tis very well;
This scurvy Cloak doth seem his gallant one,
And this base Hat his Highness Beaver; my face,
My body, leggs and all seem changed; I faith
The Conjurer is a wondrous learned fellow.
You scoundril Lords that banish't me, I'le make
Sport with your scurvy Honors, that I will.
Eo, Meo, and Areo attend
Unto your offices well, and guard your friend.