ACT. V. SCENE. VJ. SHAKLES. PVG. INIQUITY. DIVEL. Pug _is brought to_ New-gate. Here you are lodg’d, Sir, you muſt ſend your garniſh, If you’ll be priuat. PVG. There it is, Sir, leaue me. To _New-gate_, brought? How is the name of _Deuill_ Diſcredited in me! What a loſt fiend Shall I be, on returne? My _Cheife_ will roare 5 In triumph, now, that I haue beene on earth, A day, and done no noted thing, but brought That body back here, was hang’d out this morning. Well! would it once were midnight, that I knew My vtmoſt. I thinke Time be drunke, and ſleepes; 10 He is ſo ſtill, and moues not! I doe glory Now i’ my torment. Neither can I expect it, I haue it with my fact. _Enter_ Iniquity _the_ Vice. INI. _Child_ of hell, be thou merry: Put a looke on, as round, boy, and red as a cherry. Caſt care at thy poſternes; and firke i’ thy fetters, 15 They are ornaments, _Baby_, haue graced thy betters: Looke vpon me, and hearken. Our _Cheife_ doth ſalute thee, And leaſt the coldyron ſhould chance to confute thee, H’hath ſent thee, _grant-paroll_ by me to ſtay longer A moneth here on earth, againſt cold _Child_, or honger. 20 PVG. How? longer here a moneth? ING. Yes, boy, till the _Seſſion_, That ſo thou mayeſt haue a triumphall egreſſion. PVG. In a cart, to be hang’d. ING. No, _Child_, in a Carre, The charriot of Triumph, which moſt of them are. And in the meane time, to be greazy, and bouzy, 25 And naſty, and filthy, and ragged and louzy, With dam’n me, renounce me, and all the fine phraſes; That bring, vnto _Tiborne_, the plentifull gazes. PVG. He is a _Diuell_! and may be our _Cheife_! [165] The great Superiour _Diuell_! for his malice: 30 _Arch-diuel_! I acknowledge him. He knew What I would ſuffer, when he tie’d me vp thus In a rogues body: and he has (I thanke him) His tyrannous pleaſure on me, to confine me To the vnlucky carkaſſe of a _Cutpurſe_, 35 wherein I could do nothing. _The great_ Deuill _enters, and vpbraids him with all his dayes worke_.