[VINTNER searches him.]

VINTNER. Never out-face me for the matter; for, sure, the cup
is between you two.

ROBIN. Nay, there you lie; 'tis beyond us both.

VINTNER. A plague take you! I thought 'twas your knavery to take
it away: come, give it me again.

ROBIN. Ay, much!<142> when, can you tell?--Dick, make me a circle,
and stand close at my back, and stir not for thy life.--Vintner,
you shall have your cup anon.--Say nothing, Dick.--[Reads from
a book] O per se, O; Demogorgon; Belcher, and Mephistophilis!

Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS.

MEPHIST. You princely legions of infernal rule,
How am I vexed by these villains' charms!
>From Constantinople have they brought me now,
Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.
[Exit VINTNER.]

ROBIN. By lady,<143> sir, you have had a shrewd journey of it!
will it please you to<144> take a shoulder of mutton to supper,
and a tester<145> in your purse, and go back again?

DICK. Ay, I pray you heartily, sir; for we called you but in jest,
I promise you.