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Devil.) And take that, and that, and that too, you diabolical rascal! You, must have midnight frolicks m my house, must you?

Sophia. What is all this? did I not hear my father's voice?

Lady S. (looking suspiciously at her.) Yes, you know nothing of the matter, innocent lamb!

Pry. I hope my master will give him a sound beating, for I know well enough it is that knave Robert; I could smell the very stink of his tobacco as he claw'd me in the passing.

Lady S. Drag him to the light, Sir Anthony, let us see him stript of his devil's skin. Ha! here he comes. Pry. Why that an't like him neither. Come, come! take down your arm, and let us see who you are. (pulling down his arm, and discovering his face.)

''All. (exclaiming.)'' Sir Crafty Supplecoat!

''Soph. (clapping her hands.)'' O I'm glad of that! I'm so glad that it is only Sir Crafty! I should have been grieved indeed if it had been poor Robert. And so it is you Sir Crafty! ha, ha, ha, ha! (All join her in laughing heartily, whilst Robert, having pulled of his devil's dress, enters accompanied by Sharp and some of the other servants, and joins also in the laugh.)