a Sunday

    And ake up your money.

    OLD OMAN. God bless you, Sir.

    (She screams.)

    O through me!

    FIRSt MERC. t name is like a fire to all damned souls.

    (Murmur among tS, w.)

    A PEASANt. !

    SECOND PEASANt. And maybe we shall scream so.

    t. I tell you there is no such place as hell.

    FIRSt MERC. Can sucrifle turn you from your profit? Come, deal; come, deal,

    MIDDLE?AGED MAN. Master, I am afraid.

    FIRSt MERC. I boughe souls gone.

    MIDDLE?AGED MAN. Give me my soul again.

    OMAN (going on o MERC)

    And take too, and give me mine.

    SECOND MERC. Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy; For sighe souls

    work,

    And you have none.

    (the woman off.)

    PEASANt. Come, lets away.

    ANOt. Yes, yes.

    ANOt. Come quickly; if t woman  screamed I would  my soul.

    ANOt. Come, come away.

    (turn to door, but are stopped by ss of quot;Countess

    Catess Cat;)

    CAtering) And so you trade once more?

    FIRSt MERC. In spite of you.

    brings you  he sapphire eyes?

    CAto barter a soul for a great price.

    SECOND MERC.  matter, if the price?

    CAtarve, the people go

    to you. I hem

    And it is in my ears by night and day,

    And I would housand crowns

    t I may feed till th go by.

    FIRSt MERC. . It may be t.

    CAthere is more:

    t you  must be set free.

    FIRSt MERC. e kno one soul ts h