Peer.
I can call up the devil!
A Man.
My grandam could do that before I was born!
Peer.
Liar! What I can do, that no one else can.
I one day conjured him into a nut.
It was worm-bored, you see!
Several.
[Laughing.]
Ay, that's easily guessed!
Peer.
He cursed, and he wept, and he wanted to bribe me
With all sorts of things
One of the Crowd.
But he had to go in?
Peer.
Of course. I stopped up the hole with a peg.
Hei! If you'd heard him rumbling and grumbling!
A Girl.
Only think!
Peer.
It was just like a humble-bee buzzing.
The Girl.
Have you got him still in the nut?
Peer.
Why, no;
By this time that devil has flown on his way.
The grudge the smith bears me is all his doing.
