Volume Iii Part 79 (1/2)
_Gay_. How, Sir! D'ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?
_Bea_. Sir, I cry his Devils.h.i.+p'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 Wors.h.i.+p 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 h.e.l.l 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 s.h.i.+ning 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--