Would you know what 'tis, gamesters?
'Tis that there are very few of you in the world but what call upon and invoke the devils.
For the dice are no sooner thrown on the board, and the greedy gazing sparks have hardly said, Two sixes, Frank; but Six devils damn it! cry as many of them.

If ambs-ace; then, A brace of devils broil me! will they say.

Quatre-deuce, Tom; The deuce take it! cries another.

And so on to the end of the chapter.

Nay, they don't forget sometimes to call the black cloven-footed gentlemen by their Christian names and surnames; and what is stranger yet, they use them as their greatest cronies, and make them so often the executors of their wills, not only giving themselves, but everybody and everything, to the devil, that there's no doubt but he takes care to seize, soon or late, what's so zealously bequeathed him.