HIS SECRETARY.
A DANDY IMP.
THE OFFICIALS' IMP.
THE PEASANTS' IMP.
SENTINELS, DOORKEEPERS AND IMPS.
THE FIRST DISTILLER A COMEDY
ACT I
PEASANT[ ploughing. Looks up ] It's noon. Time to unharness. Gee up, get along! Fagged out? Poor old beast! One more turn and back again, that will be the last furrow, and then dinner. It was a good idea to bring that chunk of bread with me. I'll not go home, but sit down by the well and have a bite and a rest, and Peggy can graze awhile. Then, with God's help, to work again, and the ploughing will be done in good time.
Enter Imp; hides behind a bush.
IMP. See what a good fellow he is! Keeps calling on God. Wait a bit, friend,—you'll be calling on the Devil before long! I'll just take away his chunk. He'll miss it before long, and will begin to hunt for it. He'll be hungry, and then he'll swear and call on the Devil.