_1 Lict._ I cannot hold: if there be any people, Of what degree soever, or what qualitie, That would behold the wonderful works of Justice In a new Officer, a man conceal'd yet, Let him repair, and see, and hear, and wonder At the most wise and gracious _Getianus_. _Enter_ Delphia, _and_ Drusilla. _Get._ This qualifies a little. What are these? _Del._ You shall not mourn still: times of recreation, To allay this sadness, must be sought. What's here? A superstitious flock of sensless people Worshipping a sign in Office? _Get._ Lay hold on her, And hold her fast, She'll slip thorow your fingers like an Eel else; I know her tricks: hold her, I say, and bind her, Or hang her first, and then I'le tell her wherefore. _Del._ What have I done? _Get._ Thou hast done enough to undo thee; Thou hast pressed to the Emperours presence without my warrant, I being his key and image. _Del._ You are an image indeed, And of the coursest stuff, and the worst making That e're I look'd on yet: I'le make as good an image of an Asse. _Get._ Besides, thou art a woman of a lewd life. _Del._ I am no whore, Sir, nor no common fame Has yet proclaim'd me to the people, vitious. _Get._ Thou art to me a damnable lewd woman, Which is as much as all the people swore it; I know thou art a keeper of tame Devils: And whereas great and grave men of my place Can by the Laws be allow'd but one apiece, For their own services and recreations; Thou, like a traiterous quean, keepst twenty devils; Twenty in ordinary. _Del._ Pray ye, Sir, be pacified, If that be all: and if ye want a servant, You shall have one of mine shall serve for nothing, Faithful, and diligent, and a wise Devil too; Think for what end. _Get._ Let her alone, 'tis useful; We men of business must use speedie servants: Let me see your family. _Del._ Think but one, he is ready. _Get._ A Devil for intelligence? No, no, He will lye beyond all travellers. A State-Devil? Neither; he will undo me at mine own weapon. For execution? he will hang me too. I would have a handsom, pleasant and a fine she-devil, To entertain the Ladies that come to me; A travell'd Devil too, that speaks the tongues, And a neat carving Devil. [_Musick._ _Enter a she-devil._ _Del._ Be not fearful. _Get._ A prettie brown devil i'faith; may I not kiss her? _Del._ Yes, and embrace her too; she is your servant. Fear not; her lips are cool enough. _Get._ She is marvellous well mounted; what's her name? _Del. Lucifera._ _Get._ Come hither, _Lucifera_. and kiss me. _Del._ Let her sit on your knee. _Get._ The Chair turns: hey-boys: Pleasant i'faith, and a fine facetious Devil. [_Dance._