Gay. Set down the Chest behind yon hedge of Roses—and then put on those Shapes I have appointed you—and be sure you well-favour’dly bang both Bearjest and Noisey, since they have a mind to see the Devil.

Rag. Oh, Sir, leave ‘em to us for that; and if we do not play the Devil with ‘em, we deserve they shou’d beat us. But, Sir, we are in Sir Cautious his Garden, will he not sue us for a Trespass?

Gay. I’ll bear you out; be ready at my Call.

[Exeunt.

—Let me see—I have got no ready stuff to banter with—but no matter, any Gibberish will serve the Fools—’tis now about the hour of Ten—but Twelve is my appointed lucky Minute, when all the Blessings that my Soul could wish, shall be resign’d to me.

Enter Bredwel.

—Hah! who’s there? Bredwel?

Bred. Oh, are you come, Sir—and can you be so kind to a poor Youth, to favour his Designs, and bless his Days?

Gay. Yes, I am ready here with all my Devils, both to secure you your Mistress, and to cudgel your Captain and Squire, for abusing me behind my Back so basely.

Bred. ‘Twas most unmanly, Sir, and they deserve it—I wonder that they come not.

Gay. How durst you trust her with him?

Bred. Because ‘tis dangerous to steal a City-Heiress, and let the Theft be his—so the dear Maid be mine—Hark—sure they come—

Enter Bearjest, runs against Bredwel.

—Who’s there? Mr. Bearjest?

Bea. Who’s that? Ned? Well, I have brought my Mistress, hast thou got a Parson ready, and a License?

Bred. Ay, ay, but where’s the Lady?

Bea. In the Coach, with the Captain at the Gate. I came before, to see if the Coast be clear.

Bred. Ay, Sir; but what shall we do? here’s Mr. Gayman come on purpose to shew you the Devil, as you desir’d.

Bea. Sho! a Pox of the Devil, Man—I can’t attend to speak with him now.

Gay. How, Sir! D’ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?

Bea. Sir, I cry his Devilship’s Pardon: I did not know his Quality. I protest, Sir, I love and honour him, but I am now just going to be married, Sir; and when that Ceremony’s past, I’m ready to go to the Devil as soon as you please.

Gay. I have told him your Desire of seeing him, and shou’d you baffle him?

Bea. Who, I, Sir! Pray, let his Worship know, I shall be proud of the Honour of his Acquaintance; but, Sir, my Mistress and the Parson wait in Ned’s Chamber.

Gay. If all the World wait, Sir, the Prince of Hell will stay for no Man.

Bred. Oh, Sir, rather than the Prince of the Infernals shall be affronted, I’ll conduct the Lady up, and entertain her till you come, Sir.

Bea. Nay, I have a great mind to kiss his—Paw, Sir; but I cou’d wish you’d shew him me by day-light, Sir.

Gay. The Prince of Darkness does abhor the Light. But, Sir, I will for once allow your Friend the Captain to keep you company.

Enter Noisey and Diana.

Bea. I’m much oblig’d to you, Sir; oh, Captain— [Talks to him.

Bred. Haste, Dear; the Parson waits, To finish what the Powers design’d above.

Dia. Sure nothing is so bold as Maids in Love! [They go out.

Noi. Psho! he conjure—he can flie as soon.

Gay. Gentlemen, you must be sure to confine your selves to this Circle, and have a care you neither swear, nor pray.

Bea. Pray, Sir! I dare say neither of us were ever that way gifted.

A horrid Noise.

Gay.

Cease your Horror, cease your Haste. And calmly as I saw you last, Appear! Appear! By thy Pearls and Diamond Rocks, By thy heavy Money-Box, By thy shining Petticoat, That hid thy cloven Feet from Note; By the Veil that hid thy Face, Which else had frighten’d humane Race: [Soft Musick ceases. Appear, that I thy Love may see, Appear, kind Fiends, appear to me.

A Pox of these Rascals, why come they not?

Four enter from the four corners of the Stage, to Musick that plays; they dance, and in the Dance, dance round ‘em, and kick, pinch, and beat ‘em.

Bea. Oh, enough, enough! Good Sir, lay ‘em, and I’ll pay the Musick—

Gay. I wonder at it—these Spirits are in their Nature kind, and peaceable—but you have basely injur’d some body—confess, and they will be satisfied—

Bea. Oh, good Sir, take your Cerberuses off—I do confess, the Captain here, and I have violated your Fame.

Noi. Abus’d you,—and traduc’d you,—and thus we beg your pardon—

Gay. Abus’d me! ‘Tis more than I know, Gentlemen.

Bea. But it seems your Friend the Devil does.

Gay. By this time Bredwel’s married. —Great Pantamogan, hold, for I am satisfied, [Ex. Devils. And thus undo my Charm— [Takes away the Circle, they run out. So, the Fools are going, and now to Julia’s Arms.

[Going.