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Rh For peace and quietness is the best. Enter in old Bellzebub! Bellzebub (the Fool, carrying a club and a ladle, a bell tied at his back). Here comes one as never come yet, With a large head and a little wit. Although my wit it is so small, I've got enough to please you all. Ah, ah, ah, how funny! All these fine new things and no money! My name is called Old Bellzebub, And over my left shoulder I carry a club, And over my right shoulder a small dripping-pan, And I call myself a jolly old man.

Open-the-door. Enter in Little Jack Dout!

Jack Dout (with a broom, sweeping).

Here comes Little Jack Dout, With my brush I'll sweep you all out;