_Const_. Hark! what noise is that! Is this music of your
providing, Setstone?
_Set_. Alas, madam, I know nothing of it.
_Lov_. We are betrayed to your father; but the best on't is, he
comes too late to hinder us--fear not, madam, I'll bear you through
them all.
[_As they rush out, BIBBER, FRANCES, and Music are entering in;
BIBBER and FRANCES are beaten down.--Exeunt LOVEBY; CONSTANCE,
SETSTONE, and Parson_.
_All cry out_. Oh the devil! the devil! the devil!
_Bib_. Lord bless us, where are you, Frances!
_Fran_. Here, William! this is a judgment, as they say, upon
you, William, for trusting wits, and calling gentlemen to the tavern,
William.
_Bib_. No; 'twas a judgment upon you, for desiring preferment at
court, Frances. Let's call up the watch, and Justice Trice, to have
the house searched.
_Fran_. Ay, ay; there's more devils there, I warrant you.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter LOVEBY, CONSTANCE, and SETSTONE again_.
_Lov_. It was certainly Will Bibber and his wife, with music;
for, now I remember myself, I 'pointed him this hour at your father's
house: but we frighted them worse than they frighted us.
_Const_. Our parson ran away too, when they cried out the devil!
_Lov_. He was the wiser; for if the devil had come indeed, he has
preached so long against him, it would have gone hard with him.
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