_Har._ 'Tis time to Conjure, for I am almost famish'd. We have fasted like Priests for a Miracle. _Scar._ I'll make thee amends presently; I'll conjure up a Spirit, ask what thou wilt thou shalt have it. _Har._ Let me alone for asking. _Scar._ Be very earnest with him, and intreat mightily. _Har._ I'll intreat Earnestly. _Scar._ Silence. _Sint mihi Dii Acherontis propitii Nobis Diccatus Mephostopholis, &c._ Mephostopholis _rises_. _Meph._ How am I tortur'd by these Villains Charms? From _Constantinople_ have they brought me now, Only for Measure of these idle Slaves? What Would you with _Mephostopholis_? _Scar._ Wee'd know how Dr. _Faustus_ does. _Meph._ Well. _Scar._ When comes he home? _Meph._ Within Two Days. _Scar._ What was he doing when you left him? _Meph._ He was at Supper, eating good Chear. _Har._ Good Mr. Devil, tell him we are almost starv'd; and desire him to send us some of his good Chear. _Meph._ Is that all? _Har._ Some Wine too? _Meph._ What else. _Har._ What else: Why if Fornication been't against your Commandments, we would have some live Flesh; a handsom Wench. _Scar._ Only for a third Person, and please your Damnation. _Meph._ You shall have your Desires. _Har._ We desire your Mephostopholiship too, not to let us stay the Roasting and Boiling of any thing: For we are as Eager as the Wine in _Smithfield_, and want no whetting. _Meph._ You shall. Scaramouche _and_ Harlequin _pull off their Caps_. Now if your mighty Darkness would please to Retire. _Meph._ Farewell. [_Vanish._ Scaramouche _steps out of the Circle, and struts about_. _Scar._ Now how do you like my Art? _Har._ O rare Art! O divine Mr. Doctor _Scaramouche_! If the Devil be as good as his Word, I'll owe him a good Turn as long as I live: But I wish our third Person would come. _A Giant rises._ Ha! What's here? _Gi._ I am sent by _Pluto_ to bear you Company. _Har._ Is this his third Person? Or is it Three Generations in One? Come you from _Guild-hall_, Sir? _Gi._ No, Mortal, from the _Stygian_ Lake. I am the Giant which St. _George_ destroy'd; and in the Earth have been decaying ever since, but now am come to Eat with you. _Scar._ To pick up your Crums, Sir: You'r heartily Welcome. Scaramouche _gets upon_ Harlequin, _and salutes him_. _Gi._ I have lain now within the _Stygian_ Lake 2000 Years. _Scar._ Your Honour is not much shrunk in the Wetting. _Gi._ But we loose Time, and Dinner cools. _Har._ Where is it? _Gi._ In the next Room. _Scar._ Will it please your Lustiness to lead the Way? _Har._ Will it please you then to make way for him? _Gi._ I can divide my self to serve my Friends? [_Giant leaps in two._ Breeches be you my Page, and follow me. Harleq. _and_ Scaram. _complement the Breeches_. [_Exeunt._ SCENE _draws, and discovers a Table furnished with Bottles of Wine, and a Venison Pasty, a Pot of wild Fowl_, &c. _Enter_ Scaramouche, Giant, _and_ Harlequin. _Har._ O heavenly Apparition!