him Ladies Stand forth Divell Pug. Was all this but the preface to my torment Fit Come let their Ladiship see your honours Eit. O He makes a wicked leg Tay. As ever I saw Wit Fit for a Divell Tay. Good madame call him De-vile Wit De-vile what property is there most required I' your conceit now in the Escudero Fit Why do you not speake Pug. A setled discreet pause madame Wit I thinke a barren head Sir Mountaine-like To be expos'd to the cruelty of weathers Fit I for his Valley is beneath the waste madame And to be fruitfull there it is sufficient Dulnesse upon you Could not you hit this Pug. Good Sir Wit He then had had no barren head You daw him too much in troth Sir Fit I must walke With the French sticke like an old vierger for you Pug. O Chiefe call me to Hell againe and free me Fit Do you murmur now Pug. Not I Sir Wit What do you take Mr. Divele the height of your imployment In the true perfect Escudero Fit When What doe you answer Pug. To be able madame First to enquire then report the working Of any Ladies physicke in sweete phrase Wit Yes that 's an act of elegance and importance But what above Fit O that I had a goad for him Pug. To finde out a good Corne-cutter Tay. Out on him Eit. Most barbarous Fit Why did you doe this now Of purpose to discredite me you damn'd Divell Pug. Sure if I be not yet I shall be All My daies in Hell were holy-daies to this Tay. 'T is labour lost madame Eit. H 'is a dull fellow Of no capacity Tay. Of no discourse O if my Ambler had beene here Eit. I madame You talke of a man where is there such another Wit Mr. Devile put case one of my Ladies heere Had a fine brach and would imploy you forth To treate 'bout a convenient match for her What would you observe Pug. The color and the size madame Wit And nothing else Fit The Moon you calfe the Moone Wit I and the Signe Tay. Yes and receits for pronenesse Wit Then when the Puppies came what would you doe Pug. Get their nativities cast Wit This 's well What more Pug. Consult the Almanack-man which would be least Which cleaneliest Wit And which silentest This 's well madame Wit And while she were with puppy Pug. Walke her out And aire her every morning Wit Very good And be industrious to kill her fleas Pug. Yes Wit He will make a pretty proficient Pug. Who Comming from Hell could look for such Catechising The Divell is an Asse I doe acknowledge it Fit The top of woman All her sex in abstract I love her to each syllable falls from her Tay. Good madame give me leave to goe aside with him And try him a little Wit Do and I 'll with-draw madame With this faire Lady read to her the while Tay. Come Sir Pug. Deare Chiefe relieve me or I perish Wit Lady we 'll follow You are not jealous Sir Fit O madame you shall see Stay wife behold I give her up heere absolvtely to you She is your owne Doe with her what yo will Melt cast and forme her as you shall thinke good Set any stamp on I 'll receive her from you As a new thing by your owne standard Wit Well Sir Act. IV. Scene III Mere-craft Fitz-dottrell Pit-fall Ever-ill Plutarchus BUt what ha' you done i' your Dependance since Fit O it goes on I met your Cousin the Master Mer. You did not acquaint him Sir Fit Faith but I did Sir And upon better thought not without reason He being chiefe Officer might ha' taine it ill else As a Contempt against his Place and that In time Sir ha' drawne on another Dependance No I did finde him in good termes and ready To doe me any service Mer. So he said to you But Sir you doe not know him Fit Why I presum'd Because this bus'nesse of my wives requir'd me I could not ha' done better And he told Me that he would goe presently to your Councell A Knight here i' the Lane Mer. Yes Iustice Either-side Fit And get the Feoffment drawne with a letter of Atturney For livery and seisen Mer. That I knowe's the course But Sir you meane not to make him Feoffee Fit Nay that I 'll pause on Mer. How now little Pit-fall Pit Your Cousin Mr. Ever-ill would come in But he would know if Master Manly were here Mer. No tell him if he were I ha' made his peace Hee 's one Sir has no state and a man knowes not How such a trust may tempt him Fit: I conceive you Eve Sir this same deed is done here Mer. Pretty Plutarchus Art thou come with it and has Sir Paul view'd it Plu. His hand is to the draught Mer. Will you step in Sir And reade it Fit Yes Eve I pray you a word wi' you Sir Paul Either-side will'd me give you caution Whom you did make Feoffee for 't is the trust O' your whole State and though my Cousin heere Be a worthy Gentleman yet his valour has At the tall board bin question'd and we hold Any man so impeach'd of doubtfull honesty I will not justifie this but give it you To make your profit of it if you utter it I can forswere it Fit I beleeve you and thanke you Sir Act. IV. Scene VI. Wittipol Mistresse Fitz-dottrel Manly Mere-craft BE not afraid sweet Lady yo' are trusted To love not violence here I am no ravisher But one whome you by your faire trust againe May of a servant make a most true friend Mis. Fit And such a one I need but not this way Sir I confesse me to you the meere manner Of your attempting me this morning tooke mee And I did hold m' invention and my manners Were both engag'd to give it a requitall But not unto your ends my hope was then Though interrupted ere it could be utter'd That whom I found the Master of such language That braine and spirit for such an enterprise Could not but if those succours were demanded To a right use employ them vertuously And make that profit of his noble parts Which they would yeeld Sir you have now the ground To exercise them in I am a woman That cannot speake more wretchednesse of my selfe Then you can read march'd to a masse of folly That every day makes haste to his owne ruine The wealthy portion that I brought him spent And through my friends neglect no joynture made me My fortunes standing in this precipice 'T is Counsell that I want and honest aides And in this name I need you for a friend Never in any other for his ill Must not make me Sir worse Man O friend forsake not The brave occasion vertue offers you To keepe you innocent I have fear'd for both And watch'd you to prevent the ill I fear'd But since the weaker side hath so assur'd me Let not the stronger
to crosse it for 't will be A mighty saver of Linnen through the Kingdome As that is one o' my grounds and so spare washing Now on you two had I laid all the profits Guilt-head to have the making of all those Of gould and silver for the better personages And you of those of Steele for the common sort And both by Pattent I had brought you your seales in But now you have prevented me and I thanke you Sle. Sir I will baile you at my owne ap-perill Mer. Nay choose Plu. Do you so too good Father Gui. I like the fashin o' the project well The forkes It may be a lucky one and is not Intricate as one would say but fit for Plaine heads as ours to deale in Do you heare Officers we discharge you Mer. Why this shewes A little good nature in you I confesse But doe not tempt your friends thus Little Guilt-head Advise your fire great Guilt-head from these courses And here to trouble a great man in reversion For a matter o'fifty on a false Alarme Away it shewes not well Let him get the pieces And bring 'hem Yo 'll heare more else Plu. Father Act. V. Scene V. Ambler To them O Master Sledge are you here I ha' been to seeke you You are the Constable they say Here 's one That I do charge with Felony for the suite He weares Sir Mer. Who M. Fitz-dottrels man Ware what you do M. Ambler Amb. Sir these clothes I 'll sweare are mine and the shooes the gentlewomans I told you of and ha 'him afore a Iustice I will Pug. My master Sir will passe his word for me Amb. O can you speake to purpose now Fit Not I If you be such a one Sir I will leave you To your God-fathers in Law Let twelve men worke Pug. Do you heare Sir pray in private Fit Well what say you Briefe for I have no time to loose Pug. Truth is Sir I am the very Divell and had leave To take this body I am in to serve you Which was a Cutpurses and hang'd this Morning And it is likewise true I stole this suite To cloth me with But Sir let me not goe To prison for it I have hitherto Lost time done nothing showne indeed no part O' my Divels nature Now I will so helpe Your malice 'gainst these parties so advance The businesse that you have in hand of witchcraft And your possession as my selfe were in you Teach you such tricks to make your belly swell And your eyes turne to foame to stare to gnash Your teeth together and to beat your selfe Laugh loud and faine six voices Fit Out you Rogue You most infernall counterfeit wretch Avant Do you thinke to gull me with your AEsops Fables Here take him to you I ha' no part in him Pug. Sir Fit Away I do disclaime I will not heare you Mer. What said he to you Sir Fit Like a lying raskall Told me he was the Divell Mer. How a good jest Fit And that he would teach me such fine divels tricks For our new resolution Eve O'pox on him 'T was excellent wisely done Sir not to trust him Mer. Why if he were the Divell we sha'not need him If you 'll be rul'd Goe throw your selfe on a bed Sir And faine you ill Wee 'll not be seen wi' you Till after that you have a fit and all Confirm'd within Keepe you with the two Ladies And perswade them I 'll to Iustice Either-side And possesse him with all Traines shall seeke out Ingine And they to fill the towne with 't every cable It is to be veer'd We must imploy out all Our emissaries now Sir I will send you Bladders and Bellowes Sir be confident 'T is no hard thing t' outdoe the Divell in A Boy o'thirteen yeere old made him an Asse But t'toher day Fit Well I 'll beginne to practice And scape the imputation of being Cuckold By mine owne act Mer. Yo' are right Eve Come you ha' put Your selfe to a simple coile here and your freinds By dealing with new Agents in new plots Mer. No more o'th at sweet cousin Eve What had you To doe with this same Wittipol for a Lady Mer. Question not that 't is done Eve You had some straine 'Bove E-la Mer. I had indeed Eve And now you crack for t Mer. Do not upbraid me Eve Come you must be told on 't You are so covetous still to imbrace More then you can that you loose all Mer. 'T is right What would you more then Guilty Now your succours Act. V. Scene VI. Shakles Pug. Iniquity Divell HEre you are lodg'd Sir you must send your garnish If you 'll be privat Pug. There it is Sir leave me To New-Gate brought How is the name of Divell Discredited in me What a lost fiend Shall I be on returne My Chiefe will roare In triumph now that I have beene on earth A day and done no noted thing but brought That body back here was hang'd out this morning Well! would it once were midnight that I knew My utmost I thinke Time be drunke and sleepes He is so still and moves not I do glory Now i' my torment Neither can I expect it I have 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 in thy fetters They are ornaments Baby have graced thy betters Looke upon me and hearken Our Chiefe doth salute thee And least the could yron should chance to confuse thee H' hath sent thee grant-paroll by me to stay longer A moneth here on earth against cold Child or honger Pug. How longer here a moneth Ini. Yes boy till the Session That so thou maiest have a triumphall egression Pug. In a cart to be hang'd Ini. No Child in a Carte 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 unto Tiborne the plentifull gazes Pug. He is a Divell and may be our Chiefe The great superior Divell for his malice Arch-divel I acknowledge him He knew What I would suffer when he tie'd me up thus In a rogues body and he has I thanke him His tirannous pleasure on me to confine me To the unlucky carcasse of a Cutpurse Wherin I could do nothing Div. Impudent fiend Stop thy lewd mouth Doest thou not shame and tremble To lay thine owne dull damn'd defects upon An innocent case there Why thou heavy slave 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 murmurst What one proffer 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 endangerdd'st too thy tongue A Divell 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 Divell 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 upon thee The hurt th' hast don to let men know their strength And that they are able to out-doe a divel Put in a body will for ever be A scarre upon our Name whom hast thou dealt with Woman or man this day but have out-gone thee Some way and most have prov'd the better fiends Yet you would be imploy'd Yes hell shall make you Provinciall o' the heaters or Baud-ledger For this side o' the towne No doubt you 'll render A rare account of things Bane o' your itch And scratching for imployment I 'll ha' brimstone To allay it sure and fire to singe your nailes off But that I would not such a damn'd dishonor Sticke on our state as that the divell were hang'd And could not save a body that he tooke From Tiborne but it must come thither againe You should e'en ride But up away with him Ini. Mount dearling of darknesse my shoulders are broad He that caries the fiend is sure of his loade The Divell was wont to carry away the evill But now the Evill out-carries the Divell Act. V. Scene VII. Shackles keeper O mee Kee. 1. What 's this 2. A peece of Iustice Hall Is broken downe 3. Fough what a steeme of brimstone Is here 4. The prisoner 's dead came in but now Sha. Ha where 4. Look here Kee. S'lid I should know his countenance It is Gil-Cut-purse was hang'd out this morning Sha. 'T is he 2. The Divell sure has a hand in this 3. What shall we doe Sha. Carry the newes of it Unto the Sherifes 1. And to the Iustices 4. This strange 3. And savours of the Divell strongly 2. I' ha' the sulphure of Hell-coale i' my nose 1. Fough Sha. Carry him in 1. Away 2. How ranke it is Act. V. Scene VIII. Sir Poule Meere-craft Ever-ill Traines Pitfall Fitz-dottrell to them Wittipoll Manly Mistresse Fitz-dottrell Ingine to them Guilt-head Sledge to them Shackles THis was the notablest Conspiracy That ere I heard of Mer. Sir they had giv'n him potions That did enamour him on the counterfeit Lady Eve Iust to the time o'delivery o' the deed Mer. And then the witchcraft gan t' appeare for straight He fell into his fit Eve Of rage at first Sir Which since has so increased Tay. Good Sir Poule see him And punish the impostors Pou. Therefore I come madame Eit. Let M. Eitherside alone madame Pou. Do you heare Call in the Constable I will have him by H 'is the Kings Officer and some Cittizens Of creadit I 'll discharge my conscience clearly Mer. Yes Sir and send for his wife Eve And the two Sorcerers By any meanes Tay. I thought one a true Lady I should be sworne So did you Either-side Eit. Yes by that light would I might ne'r stir else Tailbush Tay. And the other a civill Gentleman Eve But madam You know what I tould your Ladiship Tay. I now see it I was providing of a banquet for 'hem After I had done instructing o' the fellow De-vile the Gentlemans man Mer. Who 's found a thiefe madam And to have rob'd your Usher Master Ambler This morning Tay. How Mer. I le tell you more anon Fit Gi' me some garlicke garlicke garlicke garlicke Mer. Harke the poore Gentleman how he is tormented Fit My wife is a whore I 'll kisse her no more and why Ma'st not thou be a Cuckold as well as I Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha c. Pou. That is the Divell speakes and laughes in him Mer. Do you think so Sir Pou. I discharge my conscience Fit And is not the Divell good company Yes wis Eve How he changes Sir his voice Fit And a Cuckold is Where ere hee put his head with a Wanion If his hornes be forth the Divells companion Looke looke looke else Mer. How he fomes Eve And swells Tay. O me what 's that there rises in his belly Eit. A strange thing hold it downe Tra. Pit We cannot madame Pou. 'T is too apparent this Fit Wittipol Wittipol Wit How now what play ha' we here Man What fine new matters Wit The Cockscombe and the Coverlet Mer. O strange impudence That these should come to face their sinne Eve And out-face Iustice they are the parties Sir Pou. Say nothing Mer. Did you marke Sir upon their comming in How he call'd Wittipol Eve And never saw 'hem Pou. I warrant you did I let 'hem play a while Fit Buz buz buz buz Tay Lasse poore Gentleman How he is tortur'd Mis. Fit Fie Master Fitz-dottrel What doe yo meane to counterfait thus Fit O ô Shee comes with a needle and thrusts it in She pulls out that and shee puts in a pinne And now and now I doe not know how nor where But shee pricks mee heere and shee pricks me there ôh ôh Pou. Woman forbeare Wit What Sir Pou. A practice foule For one so faire Wit Hath this then credit with you Man Do you believe in 't Pou. Gentlemen I 'll discharge My conscience 'T is a cleare conspiracy A darke and divellish practice I detest it Wit The Iustice sure will prove to be the merrier Man This is most strange Sir Pou. Come not to confront Authority with insolence I tell you I doe detest it Here comes the Kings Constable And with him a right worshipfull Commoner My good friend Master Guilt-head I am glad I can before such witnesses professe My conscience and my detestation of it Horrible most unaturall Abominable Eve You doe not rumble enough Mer. Wallow gnash Tay. O how he is vexed Pou. 'T is too manifest Eve Give him more sope to foame with now lie still Mer. And act a little Tay. What do's he now Sir Pou. Shew The taking of Tobacco with which the Divell Is so delighted Fit Hum Pov. And calls for Hum You takers of Waters and Tobacco Marke this Fit Yellow yellow yellow yellow c. Pou. That 's Starch the Divells Idoll of that colour He ratifies it clapping of his hands The proofes are pregnant Gui. How the Divel can act Pou. He is the Master of Players Master Guilt-head And Poets too you heard him talke in rime I had forgot to observe it to you ere while Tay. See he spits fire Pou. O no he plaies at Figgum The Divell is the Author of wicked Figgum Man Why speake you not unto him Wit If I had All innocence of man to be indanger'd And he could save or ruine it I 'ld not breath A syllable in request to such a fellow
I 'd rather fall Fit ô they whisper they whisper whisper c. We shall have more of Divells a score To come to dinner in me the sinner Eyt. Alas poore Gentleman Pou. Put 'hem asunder Keepe 'hem one from the other Man Are you phrenticke Sir Or what grave dotage moves you to take part With so much villany we are not afraid Either of law or tryall let us be Examin'd what our ends were what the meanes To worke by and possibility of those meanes Doe not conclude against us ere you heare us Pou. I will not heare you yet I will conclude Out of the circumstances Man Will you so Sir Pou. Yes they are palpable Man Not as your folly Pou. I will discharge my conscience and doe all To the Meridian of Iustice Gui. You doe well Sir Fit Provide me to eate three or foure dishes o'good meat I 'll feast them and their traines a Iustice head and braines Shall be the first Pou. The Divell loves not Iustice There you may see Fit A spare-rib o' my wife And a whores purt'nance a Guilt-head whole Pou. Be not you troubled Sir the Divell speakes it Fit Yes wis Knight shite Poule Ioule owle foule troule boule Pou. Crambe another of the Divell's games Mer. Speake Sir some Greeke if you can Is not the Iustice A solemne gamester Eve Peace Fit {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Pou. Hee curses In Greeke I thinke Eve Your Spanish that I taught you Fit Qu brémosel ojo de burlas Eve How your rest Let 's breake his necke in jest the Divell saies Fit Di gratia Signòr mio se baúete denári fataméne parte Mer. What would the Divell borrow money Fit Ouy Ouy Monsiur ùn pà uure Diable Diablet in Pou. It is the Divell by his severall languages Sha. Where 's Sir Paule Either-side Pou. Here what 's the matter Sha. O! such an accident falne out at Newgate Sir A great piece of the prison is rent downe The Divell has beene there Sir in the body Of the young Cut-purse was hang'd out this morning But in new clothes Sir every one of us know him These things were found in his pocket Amb. Those are mine Sir Sha. I thinke he was committed on your charge Sir For a new felony Amb. Yes Sha. Hee 's gone Sir now And left us the dead body But with all Sir Such an infernall stinke and steeme behind You cannot see St. Pulchars Steeple yet They smell 't as far as Ware as the winde lies By this time sure Fit Is this upon your credit friend Sha. Sir you may see and satisfie your selfe Fit Nay then 't is time to leave off counterfeiting Sir I am not bewitch'd nor have a Divell No more then you I doe defie him I And did abuse you These two Gentlemen Put me upon it I have faith against him They taught me all my trickes I will tell truth And shame the Fiend See here Sir are my bellowes And my falle belly and my Mouse and all That should ha' come forth Man Sir are not you asham'd Now of your solemne serious vanity Pou. I will make honourable amends to truth Fit And so will I But these are Coozners still And ha' my land as plotters with my wife Who though she be not a witch is worse a whore Man Sir you belie her She is chast and vertuous and we are honest I doe know no glory A man should hope by venting his owne follies But you 'll still be an Asse in spite of providence please you goe in Sir and here truths then judge 'hem and make amends for your late rashnesse when You shall but here the paines and care was taken To save this foole from ruine his Grace of Droun'd land Fit My land is droun'd indeed Pou. Peace Man And how much is modest and too worthy wife hath suffer'd By misconstruction from him you will blush First for your owne beliefe more for his actions His land is his and never by my friend Or by my selfe meant to another use But for her succours who hath equall right If any other had worse counsells in 't I know I speake to those can apprehend me Let 'hem repent 'hem and be not detected It is not manly to take joy or pride In humane errours we doe all ill things They doe 'hem worst that love 'hem and dwell there Till the plague comes The few that have the seeds Of goodnesse left will sooner make their way To a true life by shame then punishment The END He shewes Fitz-dottrel to him comming forth He expresses a longing to see the Divell Hee lookes and survays's his feet over and over He viewes his feet againe Ingine hath won Fitz-dottrel to say on the cloake He gives him the Play-bill He turnes to Wittipol Hee shrugs himselfe up in the cloak Wittipol knocks his friend o' the brest A Niaise is a young Hawke tane crying out of the nest He disposes his wife to his place and sets his watch He repeats his contract againe Wittipol beginnes He offers to discloake him Shee stands mute He sets Mr. Manly his friend in her place And speakes for her He turnes his wife about To a waiter To another He pluckes out the 2. Bottle-ale Hee drawes out an other Raisines She sends Divell out Divell returnes He goes out She thinkes her husband watches Her husband goes out and enters presently with a cudgell upon him After a pause He strikes him againe and againe Divell goes out He whispers him of a place Hee spies Divell He gives him a paper wherein is the copy of a Song Manly sings Pug enters perceives it This Scene is acted at two windo's as out of two contiguous buildings Hee growes more familiar in his Court-ship Plaies with her paps kisseth her hands c. Her husband appeares at her back Hee speakes out of his wives window He strikes his wife The Divell speakes below Fitz-dottrel enters with his wife as come down Ingine whispers Merecraft Merecraft turnes to Fitz-dottrel Fitz-dottrel goes out Enters again Traines enters Mere-craft tells him of his faults He repines and threatens him They joynes Meere-craft pretends businesse Meere-craft describes the office of Dependancy He offers to be gone He whispers Fitz-dottrel aside And then Guilt-head He pulls Plutarchus by the lips He turns to old Guilt-head Now to Fitz-dottrel He turnes 'hem out together And Everill and he fall to share He excepts at his stature He shewes him his Pug. Gives him instructions He longs to see the play Because it is the Divell He puts him in mind of his quarrell He is angry with himselfe He thinkes how to coozen the bearer of the ring Questions his man Offers to kisse She runs in in haste he followes Pug leaps at Pitfall's comming in Traine's in his false cloak brings a false message gets the ring Mere craft followes presently and askes for it Ent. Train's as himselfe againe The Divell confesseth himselfe coozen'd Meere-craft accuseth him of negligence He asketh aide Merecraft promiseth faintly yet comforts him The Divell is doubtfull He flatters her Manly offers to be gone Meer-craft denies him She spies the Lady Either-side Meere-craft hath whisper'd with the while The Project for Tooth-picks Trains his man whispers him She lookes in her glasse Wittipol enters Wittipol is drest like a Spanish Lady Excuses him selfe for not kissing Manly begins to know him Wittipol whispers with Manly He presents Mistresse Fitz-dottrell He is jealous about his ring and Mere-craft delivers it Wittipol gives it Mistresse Fitz-dottrell Mere-craft murmures He is satisfied now he sees it He upbraids her with his Bill of costs He enters himselfe with the Ladies The Divell admires him He shews his Pug. Manly goes out with indignation They begin their Catechisme He strikes him The Divell praies Fitz-dottrel admires Wittipol The Divell praies againe He gives his wife to him taking him to be a Lady Mere-craft whispers against him Everil whispers against Mere-craft Manly conceal'd this while shews himselfe Meere-craft taks Wittipol aside moves a project for himselfe He hopes to be the man She designes Manly Everil applaudes it Fitz-dottrel is suspicious of Manly still Wittipol discovers himselfe He would have his deed again Wittipol baffles him and goes out Pitfall goes out Meere-craft seemes full of business Ambler this too with extraordinary speed He stags Ambler comes in survaies him He answers quite from the purpose For Scepticks They repair their old plot Fitz dottrel askes for his money Meaning Mere-raft The Project of forks Sledge is brought about And Guilt-head comes Fitz-dottrel disclaimes him And sends him away Mere-craft gives the instructions to him and the rest Pug is brought to New-gate Enter Iniquity the Vice The great Divell enters and upbraids him with all his daies work Iniquity takes him on his back A great noise is heard in Newgate and the Keepers come out affrighted The Iustice comes out wondring and the rest informing him He beginnes his fit The Iustice interpret all Wittipol and Manly and Mistr- Fitz-dottrel enter His wife goes to him They whisper him And give sope to act with Sir Poule interprets Figgum a Iuglers game Enter the Keeper of New-gate Fitx dottrel leaves counterfaiting The Epilogue THus the Projector here is over-throwne But I have now a Project of mine owne If it may passe that no man would invite The Poet from us to sup forth to night If the play please If it displeasant be We doe presume that no man will nor we