_Sancte benedicite_, whom have we here
Tom Tumbler, or else some dancing bear?
Body of me, it were best go no near:
For ought that I see, it is my godfather Lucifer,
Whose prentice I have been this many a day:
But no more words but mum: you shall hear what he will say.

By the time he has finished speaking the other has unrolled himself and
presents a queer figure, clothed in a bearskin and bearing in large
print on his chest and back the name Lucifer. He too commences with a
laugh or a shout, 'Ho!'. That is the hall-mark of the Devil and the
Vice, the herald's blare of trumpets, so to speak, before the speech of
His High Mightiness. We have not forgotten that other cry:

Huff, huff, huff! who sent after me?
I am Imagination, full of jollity.

It is the same trick; the older rascal is, bone, flesh, and blood, the
very kin of Newfangle; both have the same godfather. So the dialogue
opens between Old Nick and Nichol in the approved fashion:

_Lucifer._ Ho! mine own boy, I am glad that thou art here!

_Newfangle_ (_pointing to one standing by_). He speaketh to you,
sir, I pray you come near.

_Lucifer._ Nay, thou art even he, of whom I am well apaid.

_Newfangle._ Then speak aloof, for to come nigh I am afraid.