_Al._ I am not hurt, my patience to obey em Not without feare to ha my throat cut else, Did me a curtesie whither ha they brought me? Tis devillish darke, the bottome of a well At midnight, with but two starres on the top, Were broad day to this darkenesse, I but thinke How like a whirlewinde these rogues caught me up And smoothered my eyesight, let me see, These may be spirits, and for ought I know Have brought me hither over twenty steeples, Pray heaven they were not Bayliefes, thats more worth My feare, and this a prison, all my debts Reeke in my nostrill, and may bones beginne To ake with feare to be made dice, and yet This is too calme and quiet for a prison; What if the riddle prove I am robd; and yet I did not feele em search me? How now? musicke? _Enter Decoy like an old woman with a light._ And a light? What beldam's this, I cannot pray; What art? _De._ A friend, feare not young man I am No spirit. _Alex._ Off. _De._ Despise me not for age, Or this course outside, which I weare not out Of poverty; thy eyes be witnesse tis No cave or beggars cell tha'rt brought too, let That gold speake here's no want, which thou maist spend, And finde a spring to tire even prodigality If thou beest wise. _Alex._ The devill was a coyner From the beginning, yet the gold lookes currant. _De._ Tha'rt still in wonder, know I am Mistresse of This house, and of a fortune that shall serve And feed thee with delights, twas J sent for thee, The jewell and the letter came from me. It was my art, thus to contrive our meeting, Because J would not trust thee with my fame, Vntill J found thee worth a womans honor. _Al._ Honour and fame? the devill meanes to have A care on's credit, though she sent for me, J hope, she has another customer To doe the tricke withall, J wod not turne Familiar to a witch. _De._ What saist? Canst thou Dwell in my armes to night, shall we change kisses, And entertaine the silent houres with pleasure? Such as old time shall be delighted with, And blame the too swifte motion of his wings While we embrace? _Al._ Embrace? She has had no teeth This twenty years, and the next violent cough Brings up her tongue, it cannot possibly Be sound at root, I doe not thinke but one Strong sneeze upon her, and well mean't would make Her quarters fall away, one kicke would blow Her up like gunpowder, and loose all her limbs; She is so cold, an _Incubus_ wod not heate her, Her phlegme would quench a furnace, and her breath Would dampe a musket bullet. _De._ Have you sir Considerd. _Alex._ What? _De._ My proposition, Canst love? _Alex._ I could have done, whom doe you meane? I know you are pleased, but to make sport. _De._ Thou art not So dull of soule as thou appearst. _Alex._ This is But some device, my granam has some tricke in't: Yes I can love. _De._ But canst thou affect me.