e.

_Flor._ I am no Devil, Nurse, look upon me, I'm _Flora_.

_Nurse._ Ay, where's the Spirit then I saw just now?

_Flor._ There was no worser Spirit then my self.

_Nurse._ No; pray Minx, what makes you follow me?
I'le set you back again i'th' Devils Name,
Come you to spy my Actions.

_Flor._ No, Nurse, my Lady sent me, don't be angry,
She was afraid that you were running mad.

_Nurse._ I, mad, it may be so; now I am Old
I must be mad, forsooth; but time has been,
There's ne're a Servant durst have laught at me,
Nor I'le not take it now, no that I won't,
I'le tear your Eyes out first.

[ _She runs after _Flora_, who still is too quick for her._

_Flor._ Nay, softly, Nurse; so, so; ay, there!

_Nurse._ Where where? I see it now, It's strangely pale!
O, do not fright me so; it's gone again.
And now I shall have time to follow you;
Nay, now I'le tear thy Eyes out.

[ _As _Flora_ runs away, she falls, Nurse gets upon her._

_Flor._ Oh, Nurse, Nurse! have mercy on me,
Do not scratch me so.

_Nurse._ I'le be thy Death, there's nothing shall preserve you.
Ah ---- are you there again! The Devil, the Devil.
[Exit.

_Flor._ 'Twas well for me her madness work't again,
And made her take a whim to run away,
She would have kill'd me else, do what I could;
I'le stay no longer, lest she come again.
I'd not be in her fingers as I was
For all I'm worth.
[Exit.

_Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant._

_Capt._ When I consider every Circumstance
Of what you tell, and what I know my self,
I must conclude, I ought not to defer
To search _Antonio_'s House: if he's from home,
As you pretend he is; It makes me think
There is some strange Intrigue design'd by him.
For why should he turn back, as you relate,
And then obscure himself in such a House?
Besides, he told me, he was strait for Home,
And yet it seems was not, as you say.

_Serv._ It's truth, upon my Life, he was not there
At past the hour of Nine.

_Watch._ Who comes there!

[Enter the little Devil, and runs and skulkes.

Captain, the Devil, the Devil!
See where he stands?

_Capt._ O' my Conscience! The Witches little Familiar again!
If you're afraid, let me come, I'm us'd to
These sort of Devils! Come, come, uncase,

[It sputters like a Cat, Captain to him.

Uncase, young Gamester, what slippery pranck
Are you about now? Don't you remember your
Last escape, Sirrah?

_Devil._ Pray Master don't whip me, I'le tell all.