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He is my Ward-robe man, my Cater, Cooke,
Butler, and Steward; lookes vnto my hor? e:
And helpes to watch my wife. H'has all the places, 15
That I can thinke on, from the garret downward,
E'en to the manger, and the curry-combe.

PVG. Sir, I ? hall put your wor? hip to no charge,
More then my meate, and that but very little,
I'le ? erue you for your loue.

FIT. Ha? without wages? 20
I'le harken o' that eare, were I at lea? ure.
But now, I'm bu? ie.
'Pr'y the, friend forbeare mee,
And' thou had? t beene a _Diuell_, I ? hould ? ay [101]
Somewhat more to thee. Thou do? t hinder, now,
My meditations.

PVG. Sir, I am a _Diuell_. 25

FIT. How!

PVG. A true _Diuell_, S^r.

FIT. Nay, now, you ly:
Vnder your fauour, friend, for, I'll not quarrell.
I look'd o' your feet, afore, you cannot coozen mee,
Your ? hoo's not clouen, Sir, you are whole hoof'd.