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SMITCHENSTAULT.

Hush, hush! What is de matter?

SMOOTHLY.

O, it is only you, Sir!

SMITCHENSTAULT.

Why, who did you tink?

SMOOTHLY.

Lud, Sir! they say that when people are vain, the devil is always near to take his advantage of it; and when I saw in the glass such a face staring over my shoulder,—O dear! I was frightened out of my wits.

SMITCHENSTAULT.

Fy, fy! dere is no devil nor nonsense. I will teach you better dan dat. But dere be de little God of Love: you have heard of him, pretty minx?

SMOOTHLY.

With his bow, and his quiver, and all that there?

SMITCHENSTAULT.

Ay; he it be who do take de advantage,—who do tempt you, who do tempt me, who do tempt every body.

SMOOTHLY.

O lud. Sir!

SMITCHENSTAULT.

Now, be you quiet; be not so fluster. You