[_To them_] JEREMY _with_ BUCKRAM.
VAL. What, is my bad genius here again! Oh no, ’tis the lawyer with an
itching palm; and he’s come to be scratched. My nails are not long
enough. Let me have a pair of red-hot tongs quickly, quickly, and you
shall see me act St. Dunstan, and lead the devil by the nose.
BUCK. O Lord, let me begone: I’ll not venture myself with a madman.