not let me make a mockery and a semblance of my dear mistress; so we'll just make the devil do, my fat Deborah; he'll serve our turn well enough.
Cook. Yes; he serves many a turn, if all that is said of him be true.
Rob. How do you like that black hood with the horns to it? it is all my own contrivance.
Cook. O it will do hugeously!
Rob. And pray mix a little sooty grease for my face, cooky; and let me have some brick-dust to make a red staring ring round my eyes.
Cook. That I will in a trice! But where is your tail, master devil? Will the jack-chain be of any use to you?
Rob. No, no! let her once have a good look of my horns and my red staring eyes, and I warrant you she'll never miss my tail.
Cook. Good success to you!
Rob. I don't doubt of success; for my lady has lived a great part of her life in an old castle in the North, and has as good a notion of a ghost or a goblin as most folks.
Cook. He, he, he! Some folks will be warm enough to-night without frying cutlets. And bless you, man! if Mrs. Pry should come in your way, give her a claw for my sake.
Rob. O never doubt that, hussy—And here, in good time, comes Sharp to settle his part of the business; for you know we are to give his master a claw too, as well as Mrs. Pry.
