Ariel.
Quak.
I will be no longer seduced by Yea and Nay, I defie
thee.
Ari.
I defie thee.
Quak.
Thou art a Torch of Darkness, and a Snuff of the Candle
of the Socket, of the Dominion of Darkness.
Ari.
O minion of Darkness.
Quak.
Thou liest, I am no minion of Darkness, for look thee, a
lye is a lye, but the truth is not a lye, and therefore thou art a lyer
because thou lyest, as one of us hath he is sweetly in his Scourgestick
of Prophanishness, he is a right precious one, truely, truly.
Ari.
You lye, truely.
Quak.
Out thou reproacher of friends, thou Bearward of the Bull
and Mouth, thou Lambskinner of Lumbard-street, thou waspish
Woolf of Westminster, thou a a, I say thou um ah a, thou-avaunt, begone,
fly, vanish, I defie thee, I abhor thee, I renounce thee, yea,
I will scare-crow thee, I will top and scourge thee, and I will humguig
thee, for I see by thy invisible Hornes that thou art the very
Devil.
Quak.
Out Dagon, Bell and the Dragon, I knew thee long agone.
Ari.
I knew thee long agone.
Quak.
What dost thou know of me? Speak, say thy worst, what
dost thou know of me?—I may fail, but I cannot fall, for I am a
Friend—a Chosen—One of Us.
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Ari.
A Chosen one of Us.
Quak.
None of thy Usses, Satan, none of thy Usses; therefore
cease to torment me, for I will not speak one word more.
Ari.
One word more.
Quak.
Nay but I will not—I will Padlock my lips with
Patience, and set the Porter of peaceishness at the Wicket of my
Mouth, who shall knock thee down with the Silver head of saving-gableness
which is on the long Cane of Conscientious Reproof:
So that thou shalt no more enter into the Meeting-House of my
heart, look thee—Obadiah Cod, one of Us, who now sleep—eth
did declare soundly what thou wert, and I find it all as Poo Cod
said.
Quak.
Mock on, mock on, I will try if thou wilt answer me while
I sing my Sorrows to the snapping of my Thumbes: thy gibing is all
but nonsense.
Ari.
All but nonsense.
Quakero Sings. Ariel answers like an Eccho.
Quak.
How dost do?
Ari.
How dost do?
Quak.
What's that to you?
Ari.
Whats &c.
Quak.
Pull out thy whistle, and tune up thy Pipe.
Ari.
Pull &c.
Quak.
Under yonder hollow Tree, Nan lyes asleep.
Ari.
Under &c.
Quak.
Her thing is her own, and I'le bounce it anon.
Ari.
&lblank; and I'le bounce &c.
Quak.
What care I for treasure, if Nanny but smile?
Ari.
&lblank; if Nanny &c.
Quak.
Within this shining place,
There's not a better Face;
Faith now she's down, there I'le get her with Child.
Ari.
Kind Nanny smiles, and she
Does sigh and snore for thee;
O strange Simplicity,
Follow me, follow me, and thou shalt see.
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Quak.
Does Nanny sigh and snore for me, O Lo! umph, I ham
mollified: Nanny snore for me—think of thy Soul Quakero, I say
think of thy Soul; if the flesh prevail, thy Soul is but a dead man.
Ari.
Follow me, follow me, and thou shalt see.
Quak.
Heark I am called again—this voyce may be a Vision
—go Quakero, I say go—but it may be a snare, a trick to
draw me into derision, go not Quakero nay but I will not go—Nanny
sigh and snore for me, O dear!
Ari.
Follow &c.
Quak.
Again—Well I will go and advise with Friends, but why
should, thou advise, look thee, thy intention is good, though the Action
may wander, it matters not, I say, it matters not.—Nanny sigh
and snore for me, I will go—yea assuredly I will.
Ari.
Follow &c.
Quak.
Nay but I will not, it shall not be said Quakero followe'd
the Devil.—But look thee, go thou before, and I will come after,
—if that will do.
[Exeunt.
Thomas Duffett [1675], The Mock-tempest: or the Enchanted Castle. Acted at the Theatre Royal. Written By T. Duffett (Printed for William Cademan [etc.], London) [word count] [S36900].
