Chor. Thus they will do untill they dye,
    When we in Hell, shall think it well
    To have their pleasant Company.

    [They Descend.

Anto. And that shall be this Night; make ready then
Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Letchers;
If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold
Can but increase their Torments, I will sell
All my Estate to turn it into that,
Daily to add more fewel to their flames. 
Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers,
Be Cheated still, I’le take a surer way,
Torments for Souls are penny-worths I’le buy,
And there is Reason in it; for ’tis likely
Hell may take Bribes, when surely Heav’n won’t. 
Oh Excellent project!  Is’t not a good one, Jasper? 
By Hell it self, this Night Hell hath e’m all.

Witch. Your Lordship’s much disturb’d, I by my Art
Will cause the Air to give a Melody,
So to compose your Spirits to themselves.

[She waves her stick.  Musick and an Antick Dance of Devils handing the Purse (Antonio threw) to one another, toward the Close of which a noise without makes both Musick and Dance stop:  But beginning again, a noise within makes e’m flye.  The Witch trembles.

Within. Break op’e the doors, nay, sure enough they’re here.

Anto. By Heav’n some Cheat, for these can be no Devils. 
I’le follow e’m, and see—­
    [Draws his Sword.

Jasp. It is some trick to draw you from the Circle.
    [Jasp. holds him.

Anto. Be what it will, Death cannot make me worse;
Unhand me then, or I will sheath this in you.
    [Exit.

Witch. O, we’re undone, the Officers will enter,
    [Noise continues. 
And my Lord will see the holes they creep into,
And so discover them, then we shall all be hang’d. 
I’le tell my Lord the truth of all the Cheat,
And that way save my Life.

Jasp. What’s that?  No stratagem to help it?  Have you no hole near us, Aunt?

Witch. Yes, here is one, but should we go into’t, The other taken once, will soon betray us.

Jasp. I’le hazzard that, rather then certain Death. 
And therefore to save one, I’le hide you there.
    [Kills her.

Witch. O thou ungrateful Dog, dost kill me for my Love?

Jasp. No muttering, Aunt, dye quietly, and lye as
Quietly; ’tis the greatest kindness you can
Do me; So, now a ready lye clears all I hope.
    [Runs her through often, then throws her into the hole, she
    shun’d him, then lyes down and trembles.

  Enter Antonio_._

Anto. The Officers entring, they all vanish’d.

Jasp. The last is well.

Anto. Where’s the Witch?  What makes you tremble so?

Jasp. O, do not take me too, good Devil, do not.