ROBIN. How say you now?

VINTNER. I must say somewhat to your fellow.--You, sir!

RALPH. Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. [VINTNER searches him.]
Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter
of truth.

VINTNER. Well, tone<129> of you hath this goblet about you.

ROBIN. You lie, drawer, 'tis afore me [Aside].--Sirrah you, I'll
teach you to impeach honest men;--stand by;--I'll scour you for
a goblet;--stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of
Belzebub.--Look to the goblet, Ralph [Aside to RALPH].

VINTNER. What mean you, sirrah?

ROBIN. I'll tell you what I mean. [Reads from a book] Sanctobulorum
Periphrasticon--nay, I'll tickle you, Vintner.--Look to the goblet,
Ralph [Aside to RALPH].--[Reads] Polypragmos Belseborams framanto
pacostiphos tostu, Mephistophilis, &c.

Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS, sets squibs at their backs, and then
exit. They run about.

VINTNER. O, nomine Domini! what meanest thou, Robin? thou hast no
goblet.

RALPH. Peccatum peccatorum!--Here's thy goblet, good Vintner.
[Gives the goblet to VINTNER, who exit.]