left him. Do you hear? I would be sorry to rob you of your living. WAGNER. Sirrah, I say in staves-acre. CLOWN. Oho, oho, staves-acre! why, then, belike, if I were your man, I should be full of vermin.70 WAGNER. So thou shalt, whether thou beest with me or no. But, sirrah, leave your jesting, and bind yourself presently unto me for seven years, or I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars,71 and they shall tear thee in pieces. CLOWN. Do you hear, sir? you may save that labour; they are too familiar with me already:  swowns, they are as bold with my flesh as if they had paid for their72 meat and drink. WAGNER. Well, do you hear, sirrah? hold, take these guilders.           [Gives money.]       CLOWN. Gridirons! what be they? WAGNER. Why, French crowns. CLOWN. Mass, but for the name of French crowns, a man were as good have as many English counters. And what should I do with these? WAGNER. Why, now, sirrah, thou art at an hour's warning, whensoever or wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee. CLOWN. No, no; here, take your gridirons again. WAGNER. Truly, I'll none of them. CLOWN. Truly, but you shall. WAGNER. Bear witness I gave them him. CLOWN. Bear witness I give them you again. WAGNER. Well, I will cause two devils presently to fetch thee      away.—Baliol and Belcher! CLOWN. Let your Baliol and your Belcher come here, and I'll knock them, they were never so knocked since they were devils:      say I should kill one of them, what would folks say?  "Do ye see yonder tall fellow in the round slop?73 he has killed the devil."      So I should be called Kill-devil all the parish over. Enter two DEVILS; and the CLOWN runs up and down crying. WAGNER. Baliol and Belcher,—spirits, away!           [Exeunt DEVILS.]       CLOWN. What, are they gone? a vengeance on them! they have vile74 long nails. There was a he-devil and a she-devil:  I'll tell you how you shall know them; all he-devils has horns, and all she-devils has clifts and cloven feet. WAGNER. Well, sirrah, follow me. CLOWN. But, do you hear? if I should serve you, would you teach me to raise up Banios and Belcheos? WAGNER. I will teach thee to turn thyself to any thing, to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or any thing. CLOWN. How! a Christian fellow to a dog, or a cat, a mouse, or a rat! no, no, sir; if you turn me into any thing, let it be in the likeness of a little pretty frisking flea, that I may be here and there and every where:  O, I'll tickle the pretty wenches'      plackets! I'll be amongst them, i'faith. WAGNER. Well, sirrah, come.       

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