Jasp. I’m sure I tremble for your want of power, More then I should to see Hells dreadfull’st shape, For I must flye the Town.

Witch. Jasper, not so; though I can raise no Devils,
Yet I Confederate with Rogues and Juglers,
Things that can shape themselves like Elves,
And Goblins—­
And often do like Spirits haunt great Houses,
Most times to steal, but many times for mirth;
These I’le soon send for; arise, my Pincula.

  Enter a little Devil, and tumbles the Summerset.

Jasp. Heav’ns bless me! save me, good Aunt.

Witch. From what?  You Fool, ’tis but a little Boy,
Which I instruct to carry on my Cheats: 
Come, leave your Fooling, I have bus’ness for you;
Uncase your self, and quickly go and find
Ranter, and Swash, Dive, Fob, Snap, Gilt, and Pick-lock,
Those are my Archest Devils; as you go
Call upon Dog’rell the Ballad-maker, and say
I want him strait, bid them be sure
To bring home half a dozen more with them,
For I shall need their help, let e’m not fail,
For money’s to be got.

Devil. ’Tis that will make e’m come; I’le haste, forsooth.
    [Exit.

Jasp. I’m glad it’s gone, for surely it was a Devil, What ever you pretend.

Witch. Thou’rt a Fool: 
It was a Boy, I tell thee, and no Devil;
Nor am I a sorceress, though I could wish
To do thee good I was:  But ’tis no matter,
Bring thou thy Lord, I’le practice well enough
To make him think all true, that I shall shew him.

Jasp. You now Revive my Drooping Spirits, Aunt, and
Make my hopes grow strong!  Ah sweet Revenge,
How my soul Dances but with thoughts of it;
Assist me, Aunt, to get this mighty Blessing, and I
Shall dye your slave.

Witch. O rare Boy! 
How I rejoyce to see this Spirit in thee,
For ’tis the vertue of our Family
To seek Revenge, not basely swallow wrongs: 
Don Sancho De Mensalvo, thy Grandsire
Was for a while Vice-Admiral of Spain,
But then disgrac’d turn’d Pyrate and Reveng’d
With Fire and Sword on all Mankind, the wrongs
He thought the Court had basely plac’d on him;
At last he was betray’d and lost his head,
Thy Father turn’d Bandetto, what he got
I did dispose of for him; but his Fate
Betray’d him too to Death by Execution: 
Since when I by these Arts do strive to live,
And thou art forc’d to serve—­
That very Lord, who does those Lands
Possess should have been thine.

Jasp. But will e’re long mount to some higher sphere,
Or dye in the attempt; this Plot, perhaps, may do,
And I thereby obtain some part of my Estate
Again; for if the plotted mischiefs shall succeed,
I’le tell him whom I am, and my resolves, either
To share his Fortunes or Reveal all.  Then I will
Rise Don Jasper De Monsalvo and Cheek by Jole,
Ask how Antonio does.  Then don’t forget the names.