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Rh can) Oh, dear! Oh, lord! Talk of the devil, and he pops up his horns. There the old gentleman is, sure enough. (a pause and dead silence, while continues to gaze at the spot where the  ''appeared. The comes forward) Good, kind Mr. Devil, I never did you any harm, but all the good in my power.—There, don't come any nearer. How you do, Sir? (collecting courage) I hope you and all your respectable family well? Much obliged for this visit—Good morning—should be sorry to keep you, for I know you have a great deal of business when you come to London, (the  advances) Oh, dear! What will become of me? (the  darts at, who escapes, and aims a blow at his enemy: the  eludes it, as well as many others, laying his head on the platform, and slipping it rapidly backwards and forwards, so that , instead of striking him, only repeatedly hits the boards'')

. He, he, he! (laughing) He's off: he knew which side his bread buttered on. He one deep, cunning devil. ( is alarmed by hearing a strange supernatural whirring noise, something like the rapid motion of fifty spinning wheels, and again retreats to the corner, fearfully waiting the event)

. Oh, my head! What is that for? Pray, Mr. Devil, let us be friends, (the hits him again, and  begins to take it in dudgeon, and to grow angry) Why, you must be one very stupid Devil not to know your best friend when you see him. (the hits him again) Be quiet, I say, you hurt me!—Well if you won't, we must try which is the best man,—Punch or the Devil.