Come, see the devil all complete and naught to pay." Back trooped the crowd a little fearfully, taking the properties which he held, and handling them, till first one and then all of them began to laugh.
"Laugh not," shouted Bolle.

"Is it a matter of laughter that noble ladies and others whose lives are as dear to some," and he glanced at Emlyn, "should grill like herrings because a poor fool walks about clad in skins to keep out the cold and frighten villains?
Hark you, I played this trick.

I am Beelzebub, also the ghost of Sir John Foterell.

I entered the Priory chapel by a passage that I know, and saved yonder babe from murder and scared the murderess down to hell; yes, from the sham devil to the true.

Why did I do it?
Well, to protect the innocent and scourge the wicked in his pride.