_Wild._ Sure this whole night is nothing but illusion, Here's nothing comes, all they are mad, damn'd devil To drive her back again, 't had been thy policy To have let us alone, we might have done some fine thing To have made thy hel-hood laugh, 'tis a dainty wench, If I had her again, not all your fellow goblins, Nor all their clawes should scratch her hence, I'll stay still, May be her fright will bring her back again, Yet I will hope. _Enter_ Toby. _Tob._ I can find no bed, no body, nor no chamber, Sure they are all ith'Cellar, and I cannot find that neither, I am led up and down like a tame ass, my light's out And I grope up and down like blind-man-buffe, And break my face, and break my pate. _Wild._ It comes again sure I see the shadow, I'll have faster hold now, Sure she is mad, I long to lye with a mad-woman, She must needs have rare new tricks. _Tob._ I hear one whisper If it be the devil now to allure me into his clutches, For devils have a kind of tone like crickets. [_Wild._] I have a glimpse of her guise, 'tis she would steal [by] me, But I'll stand sure. _Tob._ I have but a dram of wit left, And that's even ready to run, oh for my bed now. _Wild._ She nam'd a bed, I like that, she repents sure, Where is she now? _Tob._ Who's that? _Wild._ Are you there, In, In, In presently. _Tob._ I feel his talents through me, 'Tis an old haggard devil, what will he do with me? _Wild._ Let me kiss thee first, quick, quick. _Tob._ A leacherous Devil. _Wild._ What a hairy whore 'tis, sure she has a muffler. _Tob._ If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him, In what case were I? who durst deliver me? _Wild._ 'Tis but my fancy, she is the same, in quickly, gently my Sweet girl. _Tob._ Sweet devil be good to me. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Lurch, _and Boy_. _Lur._ Where's my love, Boy. _Boy._ She's coming with a Candle To see our happy prize. _Lur._ I am cruel weary. _Boy._ I cannot blame ye, plate is very heavy To carry without light or help. _Lur._ The fear too At every stumble to be discover'd boy, At every cough to raise a Constable, Well, we'll be merry now. _Boy._ We have some reason; Things compass'd without fear or eminent danger, Are too luxurious sir to live upon. Money and wealth got thus are as full venture, And carry in their nature as much merit As his, that digs 'em out 'oth' mine, they last too Season'd with doubts and dangers most delitiously, Riches that fall upon us are too ripe, And dull our appetites. _Lu._ Most learned child. _Enter Mistriss._ _Mi._ Y'are welcome, where have you left it. _Lu._ In the next room, hard by. _Mi._ Is it plate all.