Part 12 (1/2)

1. Spir. _Declare to that Lord what you know._

2. Spir. _I need not, the cause he did dye Was that truth to him known long ago._

Chor. _He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, and now For hot desires, In endless fires Must Live, must now forever Live with us below._

Chor. _He's dead, he's dead, &c._

_Anto._ Horrid and wonderful.

1. Spir. _Who all _Caelia's_ Crimes does know?_

2. Spir. _It is I, but must not shew All her ill, For I will_

[Third Spirit Ascends.

_Fit her better e're she go To her Paramour below._

3. Spir. _But I that _Francisco_ attend, Can declare, That he as a Friend To _Don Lewis_ doth share I'th' stolen Embraces of _Caelia's_ sweet Arms; They kiss and lye down, Then _Lewis_ bemoan, Thus with thoughts of Revenge they double Loves charms._

Chor. _They kiss and lye, &c._

_Anto._ Thus I have warm'd a Viper in my bosom, That wanted only heat enough to sting me, And give me Death it self.

1. Spir. _After him can _Pedro_ stay til't be day; Thus they sport the Night away, _Flora_ watching whilst they do Laugh at you, Saying, where's the Cuckold now?_

1. Spir. _They sport._

2. Spir. _They laugh._

3. Spir. _They kiss and play, Till your return, doth make e'm mourn, And spoils their Holy~day._

Chor. _Thus they will do untill they dye, When we in h.e.l.l, shall think it well To have their pleasant Company._

[They Descend.

_Anto._ And that shall be this Night; make ready then Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Letchers; If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold Can but increase their Torments, I will sell All my Estate to turn it into that, Daily to add more fewel to their flames.

Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers, Be Cheated still, I'le take a surer way, Torments for Souls are penny-worths I'le buy, And there is Reason in it; for 'tis likely h.e.l.l may take Bribes, when surely Heav'n won't.

Oh Excellent project! Is't not a good one, _Jasper_?

By h.e.l.l it self, this Night h.e.l.l hath e'm all.

_Witch._ Your Lords.h.i.+p's much disturb'd, I by my Art Will cause the Air to give a Melody, So to compose your Spirits to themselves.

[She waves her stick. Musick and an Antick Dance of Devils handing the Purse (_Antonio_ threw) to one another, toward the Close of which a noise without makes both Musick and Dance stop: But beginning again, a noise within makes e'm flye. The Witch trembles.

_Within._ Break op'e the doors, nay, sure enough they're here.

_Anto._ By Heav'n some Cheat, for these can be no Devils.

I'le follow e'm, and see-- [Draws his Sword.

_Jasp._ It is some trick to draw you from the Circle.

[_Jasp._ holds him.