_Bea_. The World’s well amended with him, Captain, since I lost my Money to him and you at the _George_ in _White-Fryers_. _Noi_. Ay, poor Fellow--he’s sometimes up, and sometimes down, as the Dice favour him-- _Bea_. Faith, and that’s pity; but how came he so fine o’th’ sudden? ’.was but last week he borrowed eighteen pence of me on his Waste-Belt to pay his Dinner in an Ordinary. _Bel_. Were you so cruel, Sir, to take it? _Noi_. We are not all one Man’s Children; faith, Sir, we are here to Day, and gone to Morrow-- Sir _Cau_. I say ‘twas done like a wise Man, Sir; but under favour, Gentlemen, this _Wasteall_ is a Rascal-- _Noi_. A very Rascal, Sir, and a most dangerous Fellow--he cullies in your Prentices and Cashiers to play--which ruins so many o’th’ young Fry i’th’ City-- Sir _Cau_. Hum--does he so--d’ye hear that, _Edward_? _Noi_. Then he keeps a private Press, and prints your _Amsterdam_ and _Leyden_ Libels. Sir _Cau_. Ay, and makes ‘em too, I’ll warrant him; a dangerous Fellow-- _Noi_. Sometimes he begs for a lame Soldier with a wooden Leg. _Bea_. Sometimes as a blind Man, sells Switches in _New-Market_ Road. _Noi_. At other times he runs the Country like a Gipsey--tells Fortunes and robs Hedges, when he’s out of Linen. Sir _Cau_. Tells Fortunes too!--nay, I thought he dealt with the Devil --Well, Gentlemen, you are all wide o’ this Matter--for to tell you the Truth--he deals with the Devil, Gentlemen --otherwise he could never have redeem’d his Land. [Aside. _Bel_. How, Sir, the Devil! Sir _Cau_. I say the Devil; Heaven bless every wise Man from the Devil. _Bea_. The Devil, sha! there’s no such Animal in Nature; I rather think he pads. _Noi_. Oh, Sir, he has not Courage for that--but he’s an admirable Fellow at your Lock. Sir _Cau_. Lock! My Study-Lock was pickt--I begin to suspect him-- _Bea_. I saw him once open a Lock with the Bone of a Breast of Mutton, and break an Iron Bar asunder with the Eye of a Needle. Sir _Cau_. Prodigious!--well, I say the Devil still. _Enter Sir_ Feeble. Sir _Feeb_. Who’s this talks of the Devil?--a Pox of the Devil, I say, this last night’s Devil has so haunted me-- Sir _Cau_. Why, have you seen it since, Brother? Sir _Feeb_. In Imagination, Sir. _Bel_. How, Sir, a Devil? Sir _Feeb_. Ay, or a Ghost. _Bel_. Where, good Sir? _Bea_. Ay, where? I’d travel a hundred Mile to see a Ghost-- _Bel_. Sure, Sir, ‘twas Fancy. Sir _Feeb_. If ‘twere a Fancy, ‘twas a strong one; and Ghosts and Fancy are all one if they can deceive. I tell you--if ever I thought in my Life--I thought I saw a Ghost--Ay, and a damnable impudent Ghost too; he said he was a--a Fellow here--they call _Bellmour_. _Bel_. How, Sir! _Bea_. Well, I wou’d give the world to see the Devil, provided he were a civil affable Devil, such an one as _Wasteall’s_ Acquaintance is--