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_Scar._ When comes he home?
_Meph._ Within Two Days.
_Scar._ What was he doing when you left him?
_Meph._ He was at Supper, eating good Chear.
_Har._ Good Mr. Devil, tell him we are almost starv'd; and desire him to send us some of his good Chear.
_Meph._ Is that all?
_Har._ Some Wine too?
_Meph._ What else.
_Har._ What else: Why if Fornication been't against your Commandments, we would have some live Flesh; a handsom Wench.
_Scar._ Only for a third Person, and please your d.a.m.nation.
_Meph._ You shall have your Desires.
_Har._ We desire your Mephostopholis.h.i.+p too, not to let us stay the Roasting and Boiling of any thing: For we are as Eager as the Wine in _Smithfield_, and want no whetting.
_Meph._ You shall.
Scaramouche _and_ Harlequin _pull off their Caps_.
Now if your mighty Darkness would please to Retire.
_Meph._ Farewell. [_Vanish._
Scaramouche _steps out of the Circle, and struts about_.
_Scar._ Now how do you like my Art?
_Har._ O rare Art! O divine Mr. Doctor _Scaramouche_! If the Devil be as good as his Word, I'll owe him a good Turn as long as I live: But I wish our third Person would come.
_A Giant rises._
Ha! What's here?
_Gi._ I am sent by _Pluto_ to bear you Company.
_Har._ Is this his third Person? Or is it Three Generations in One? Come you from _Guild-hall_, Sir?
_Gi._ No, Mortal, from the _Stygian_ Lake. I am the Giant which St.
_George_ destroy'd; and in the Earth have been decaying ever since, but now am come to Eat with you.
_Scar._ To pick up your Crums, Sir: You'r heartily Welcome.
Scaramouche _gets upon_ Harlequin, _and salutes him_.
_Gi._ I have lain now within the _Stygian_ Lake 2000 Years.
_Scar._ Your Honour is not much shrunk in the Wetting.
_Gi._ But we loose Time, and Dinner cools.
_Har._ Where is it?
_Gi._ In the next Room.
_Scar._ Will it please your l.u.s.tiness to lead the Way?
_Har._ Will it please you then to make way for him?
_Gi._ I can divide my self to serve my Friends?
[_Giant leaps in two._
Breeches be you my Page, and follow me.
Harleq. _and_ Scaram. _complement the Breeches_. [_Exeunt._
SCENE _draws, and discovers a Table furnished with Bottles of Wine, and a Venison Pasty, a Pot of wild Fowl_, &c.
_Enter_ Scaramouche, Giant, _and_ Harlequin.
_Har._ O heavenly Apparition!
_Scar._ Come, let's sit down.
_The upper part of the Giant flies up, and the under sinks, and discovers a Woman in the Room._
Harlequin _and_ Scaramouche _start_.
_Scar._ Ha! What's here, a Woman?
_Har._ O happy Change! Madam, with your good Leave.
[_Kisses._
_Scar._ Never too late in good Breeding. [_Kisses._] Rare Wench! And as Luscious as Pig-sauce.
_Har._ Heav'n be prais'd for all.
[_Woman sinks, a Flash of Lightning._
