_Clow._ Conjure! I'll tell you, all the divells names he calls upon are but fustion names, gather'd out of welch heraldry; in breif, he is a rogue of six reprieves, four pardons of course, thrice pilloried, twice sung _Lacrymæ_ to the Virginalls of a carts tail, h'as five times been in the _Gallies_, and will never truely run himself out of breath, till he comes to the gallowes. _Foro._ You have heard worthy gentlemen, what this lying, detracting rascall has vomited. _Tay._ Yes certain, but we have a better trust in you, for you have ta'en our money. _Foro._ I have so, truth is he was my servant, and for some chastisement I gave him, he does practise thus upon me; speak truely sirra, are you certain I cannot conjure? _Clow._ Conjure! ha, ha, ha. _Foro._ Nay, nay, but be very sure of it. _Clow._ Sure of it? why I'll make a bargain with thee, before all these gentlemen, use all thy art, all thy roguery, and make me do any thing before al this company I have not a mind to, I'll first give thee leave to claime me for thy bond slave, and when thou hast done hang me. _Foro._ 'Tis a match, sirra, I'll make you caper i'th' air presently. _Clow._ I have too solid a body, and my belief is like a Puritans on Good-Friday, too high fed with capon. _Foro._ I will first send thee to Green-land for a haunch of venison, just of the thickness of thine own tallow. _Clow._ Ha, ha, ha, I'll not stir an inch for thee. _Foro._ Thence to _Amboyna_ i'th' _East-Indies_, for pepper to bake it. _Clow._ To _Amboyna_? so I might be pepper'd. _Foro._ Then will I conveigh thee stark naked to _Develing_ to beg a pair of _brogs_, to hide thy mountainous buttocks. _Clow._ And no doublet to 'em? _Foro._ No sir, I intend to send you of a sleeveless errand; but before you vanish, in regard you say I cannot conjure, and are so stupid, and opinionated a slave, that neither I, nor my art can compell you to do any thing that's beyond your own pleasure, the gentlemen shall have some sport, you cannot endure a cat sirra? _Clow._ What's that to thee Jugler? _Foro._ Nor you'll do nothing at my entreaty? _Clow._ I'll be hang'd first. _Foro._ Sit Gentlemen, and whatsoever you see, be not frighted. _Hostess._ Alas I can endure no conjuring. _Host._ Stir not wife. _Bian._ Pray let me go sir, I am not fit for these fooleryes. _Host._ Move not daughter. _For._ I wil make you dance a new dance call'd leap-frog. _Clow._ Ha, ha, ha. _For._ And as naked as a frog. _Clow._ Ha, ha, ha, I defie thee. [Forobosco _looks in a book, strikes with his wand, Musick playes_. _Enter 4. Boyes shaped like Frogs, and dance._ _P[e]dant._ Spirits of the water in the likeness of frogs.