MER. Why this ſhewes 40 A little good nature in you, I confeſſe, But do not tempt your friends thus. Little _Guilt-head_, Aduiſe your ſire, great _Guilt-head_ from theſe courſes: And, here, to trouble a great man in reuerſion, For a matter o’ fifty on a falſe _Alarme_, 45 Away, it ſhewes not well. Let him get the pieces And bring ’hem. Yo’ll heare more elſe. PLV. _Father._ [768] SD. MERE. ... _them_] _To them._ Mere-craft &c. 1692 MERE-CRAFT, &c. om. 1716. W [769] ACT. ...] _Enter_ GILTHEAD, PLUTARCHUS, SLEDGE, _and_ Serjeants. G [770] 2 SN. om. G [771] 3 SER.] I _Serj._ G [772] 6 y’] you W, G [773] 10 SN.] [_Points to Meercraft._ G [774] 13 th’] thou W, G [775] 18 SN. om. G [776] 23, 4 private Bie, ’cause 1692, 1716 private, Because W, G [777] 27 to] so 1641 [778] 33, 5 SN. om. G [779] 37, 8 Not intricate (l. 38) G [780] 40 you. [_Exeunt Serjeants._ G [781] 45 on] in W, G [782] 47 You’ll 1692, 1716 You’ll W || _Exeunt Gilt. and Plut. Enter_ AMBLER, _dragging in_ PUG. G ACT. V. SCENE. V. AMBLER. {_To them._ O Maſter _Sledge_, are you here? I ha’ been to ſeeke you. You are the _Conſtable_, they ſay. Here’s one That I do charge with _Felony_, for the ſuite He weares, Sir. MER. Who? M. _Fitz-Dottrels_ man? Ware what you do, M. _Ambler_. AMB. Sir, theſe clothes 5 I’ll ſweare, are mine: and the ſhooes the gentlewomans I told you of: and ha’ him afore a _Iuſtice_, [163] I will. PVG. My maſter, Sir, will paſſe his word for me. AMB. O, can you ſpeake to purpoſe now? FIT. Not I, If you be ſuch a one Sir, I will leaue you 10 To your _God fathers_ in Law. Let twelue men worke. Fitz-dottrel _diſclaimes him_. PVG. Do you heare Sir, pray, in priuate. FIT. well, what ſay you? Briefe, for I haue no time to looſe. PVG. Truth is, Sir, I am the very _Diuell_, and had leaue To take this body, I am in, to ſerue you; 15 Which was a _Cutpurſes_, and hang’d this Morning. And it is likewiſe true, I ſtole this ſuite To cloth me with. But Sir let me not goe To priſon for it. I haue hitherto Loſt time, done nothing; ſhowne, indeed, no part 20 O’ my _Diuels_ nature. Now, I will ſo helpe Your malice, ’gainst theſe parties; ſo aduance The buſineſſe, that you haue in hand of _witchcraft_, And your _poſſeſſion_, as my ſelfe were in you. Teach you ſuch tricks, to make your belly ſwell, 25 And your eyes turne, to foame, to ſtare, to gnaſh Your teeth together, and to beate your ſelfe, Laugh loud, and faine ſix voices--