[299] 103 Of the] Of 1641 [300] 114 subtile 1692, 1716, W [301] 115 in’t] in it G [302] 123 Dividend 1716 dividend W, G [303] 124 petty 1692, 1716, W [304] 131 so om. G sir.--_Enter_ PUG. G [305] 137 entreat W, G [306] 141 relation. [_Exit Trains._ G [307] 142 mark? [_Aside to Fitz._ G [308] 150 love] love, 1716, W [309] 154 us. [_Exeunt Meer. and Engine._ G [310] 157, 161 Yo’haue] You’ve 1716, W [311] 169 ’t] it G [312] 175 will G§ good fortune, gods blessing] G capitalizes throughout. [313] 177 _Exit._ G SD. om. G ACT. II. SCENE. II. PVG. Miſtreſſe FITZDOTTRELL. I haue no ſingular ſeruice of this, now? Nor no ſuperlatiue Maſter? I ſhall wiſh To be in hell againe, at leaſure? Bring, A _Vice_ from thence? That had bin ſuch a ſubtilty, As to bring broad-clothes hither: or tranſport 5 Freſh oranges into _Spaine_. I finde it, now: My _Chiefe_ was i’ the right. Can any feind Boaſt of a better _Vice_, then heere by nature, And art, th’are owners of? Hell ne’r owne mee, But I am taken! the fine tract of it 10 Pulls mee along! To heare men ſuch profeſſors Growne in our ſubtleſt _Sciences_! My firſt _Act_, now, Shall be, to make this Maſter of mine cuckold: The primitiue worke of darkneſſe, I will practiſe! I will deſerue ſo well of my faire Miſtreſſe, 15 By my diſcoueries, firſt; my counſells after; And keeping counſell, after that: as who, So euer, is one, I’le be another, ſure, I’ll ha’ my ſhare. Most delicate damn’d fleſh! Shee will be! O! that I could ſtay time, now, [116] 20 Midnight will come too faſt vpon mee, I feare, To cut my pleaſure-- M^rs. FI. Looke at the back-doore, _Shee ſends_ Diuell _out_. One knocks, ſee who it is. PVG. Dainty _ſhe-Diuell_! M^rs. FI. I cannot get this venter of the cloake, Out of my fancie; nor the Gentlemans way, 25 He tooke, which though ’twere ſtrange, yet ’twas handſome, And had a grace withall, beyond the newneſſe. Sure he will thinke mee that dull ſtupid creature, Hee ſaid, and may conclude it; if I finde not Some thought to thanke th’ attemp. He did preſume, 30 By all the carriage of it, on my braine, For anſwer; and will ſweare ’tis very barren, If it can yeeld him no returne. Who is it? Diuell _returnes_. PVG. Miſtreſſe, it is, but firſt, let me aſſure The excellence, of Miſtreſſes, I am, 35 Although my Maſters man, my Miſstreſſe ſlaue, The ſeruant of her ſecrets, and ſweete turnes, And know, what fitly will conduce to either. M^rs. FI. What’s this? I pray you come to your ſelfe and thinke What your part is: to make an anſwer. Tell, 40 Who is it at the doore?