1 Gent.  Extreamly vext.

2 Gent.  To the endangering of any man comes near him.

1 Gent.  Yet, if thou couldst but win him out,
What e’re thy suit were,
Believe it granted presently.

Leo.  Yet thou must think though, That in the doing he may break upon ye, And—­

Lieu.  If he do not kill me.

Leo.  There’s the question.

Lieu.  For half a dozen hurts.

Leo.  Art thou so valiant?

Lieu.  Not absolutely so neither:  no it cannot be, I want my impostumes, and my things about me, Yet I’le make danger, Colonel.

Leo.  ’Twill be rare sport, Howe’re it take; give me thy hand; if thou dost this, I’le raise thee up a horse Troop, take my word for’t.

Lieu.  What may be done by humane man.

Leo.  Let’s go then.

1 Gent.  Away before he cool:  he will relapse else. [Ex.

SCENA III.

Enter Antigonus, Menippus, and Leucippe.

Ant.  Will she not yield?

Leu.  For all we can urge to her; I swore you would marry her, she laugh’d extreamly, And then she rail’d like thunder.

Ant.  Call in the Magician. Enter Magician with a Bowl. I must, and will obtain her, I am ashes else.  Are all the Philters in?  Charms, Powders, Roots?

Mag.  They are all in; and now I only stay The invocation of some helping Spirits.

Ant.  To your work then, and dispatch.

Mag.  Sit still, and fear not.

Leu.  I shall ne’r endure these sights.

Ant.  Away with the Woman:  go wait without. [Exit.

Leu.  When the Devil’s gone, pray call me.

Ant.  Be sure you make it powerful enough.

Mag.  Pray doubt not—­ He Conjures.

A SONG.

Rise from the Shades below,
All you that prove
The helps of looser Love;
Rise and bestow
Upon this Cup, what ever may compel
By powerful Charm, and unresisted Spell,
A Heart un-warm’d to melt in Loves desires. 
Distill into this Liquor all your fires: 
Heats, longings, tears,
But keep back frozen fears;
That she may know, that has all power defied,
Art is a power that will not be denied.

The ANSWER.

I Obey, I Obey,
And am come to view the day,
Brought along, all may compel,
All the Earth has, and our Hell: 
Here’s a little, little Flower,
This will make her sweat an hour,
Then unto such flames arise,
A thousand joys will not suffice. 
Here’s the powder of the Moon,
With which she caught Endymion;
The powerful tears that Venus cryed,