Let it be as 'twill, I'll seem to trust him; and, then, if
he have any thing of a gentleman in him, he wills corn to deceive
me, as much as I would to cozen him, if I were the devil, and he Jack
Loveby.
_Enter_ FAILER _at the other end of the stage_.
_Fail_. What will become of me to-night! I am just in the
condition of an out-lying deer, that's beaten from his walk for
offering to rut. Enter I dare not, for Burr.
_Lov_. I hear a voice, but nothing do I see. Speak, what thou
art?
_Fail_. There he is, watching for me. I must venture to run by
him; and, when I am in, I hope my cousin Trice will defend me. The
devil would not lie abroad in such a night.
_Lov_. I thought it was the devil, before he named himself.
[FAILER _goes to run off, and falls into_ LOVEBY'S _arms_.
_Lov_. Honest Satan, well encountered! I am sorry, with all my
heart, it is so dark. 'Faith, I should be very glad to see thee at my
lodging; pr'ythee, let's not be such strangers to one another for the
time to come. And what hast thou got under thy cloak there, little
Satan? I warrant thou hast brought me some more money.
_Fail_. Help, help; thieves! thieves!
[LOVEBY _lets him go_.
_Lov_. This is Failer's voice: How the devil was I mistaken! I
must get off, ere company comes in.
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