CLIN. 'Zounds, I still watch on this enclosed ground; For if he rise again, I'll murder him. HON. My lord, my tongue's not able to report Those joys my heart conceives to see thee live. DUN. Give God the glory: he recovered thee, And wrought this judgment on that cursed man, That set debate and strife among ye all. MOR. My lord, our eyes have seen a miracle, Which after ages ever shall admire. The Spanish doctor, standing here before us, Is sunk into the bowels of the earth, Ending his vile life by a viler death. LACY. But, gentle Marian, I bewail thy loss, That wert maid, wife, and widow, all so soon. MAR. 'Tis your recovery that joys me more, Than grief can touch me for the doctor's death. He never lov'd me whilst he liv'd with me, Therefore the less I mourn his tragedy. MOR. Henceforth we'll strictlier look to strangers' lives, How they shall marry any English wives. Now all men shall record this fatal day; Lacy revived, the doctor sunk in clay. [_The trumpets sound, exeunt omnes nisi_ DUNSTAN. DUN. Now is Earl Lacy's house fill'd full of joy, He and his lady wholly reconcil'd, Their jars all ended: those, that were like men Transformed, turn'd unto their shapes again. And, gentlemen, before we make an end, A little longer yet your patience lend, That in your friendly censures you may see What the infernal synod do decree; And after judge, if we deserve to name This play of ours, _The devil and his dame_. [_Exit_. _It thunders and lightneth. Enter_ PLUTO, MINOS, AEACUS, RHADAMANTHUS, _with Fury bringing in_ MALBECCO'S _Ghost_. PLU. Minos, is this the day he should return, And bring us tidings of his twelvemonth spent! _Enter_ BELPHEGOR, _like a devil, with horns on his head, and_ AKERCOCK. MIN. It is, great king, and here Belphegor comes. PLU. His visage is more ghastly than 'twas wont. What ornaments are those upon his head? BEL. Hell, I salute thee! now I feel myself Rid of a thousand torments. O vile earth, Worse for us devils than hell itself for men! Dread Pluto, hear thy subject's just complaint [BELPHEGOR _kneeleth to_ PLUTO. Proceeding from the anguish of my soul. O, never send me more into the earth! For there dwells dread and horror more than here. PLU. Stand forth, Belphegor, and report the truth Of all things have betide thee in the world.