Ans. After nothing had been omitted that related to the Affair of the Money, the Exorcist being put upon it by Polus, began to put Questions to the Spirit, about several Arts, as Alchymy and Magick.  To these Things the Spirit gave Answers, putting off the Resolution of these Questions for the present, promising it would make larger Discoveries as soon as ever, by his Assistance, it should get out of the Clutches of its Keeper, the Devil; and, if you please, you may let this be the third Act of this Play.  As to the fourth Act, Faunus began, in good Earnest, everywhere to talk high, and to talk of nothing else in all Companies and at the Table, and to promise glorious Things to Monasteries; and talk’d of nothing that was low and mean.  He goes to the Place, and finds the Tokens, but did not dare to dig for the Treasure, because the Spirit had thrown this Caution in the Way, that it would be extremely dangerous to touch the Treasure, before the Masses had been performed.  By this Time, a great many of the wiser Sort had smelt out the Plot, while Faunus at the same Time was every where proclaiming his Folly; tho’ he was privately cautioned by his Friends, and especially his Abbot, that he who had hitherto had the Reputation of a prudent Man, should not give the World a Specimen of his being quite contrary.  But the Imagination of the Thing had so entirely possess’d his Mind, that all that could be said of him, had no Influence upon him, to make him doubt of the Matter; and he dreamt of nothing but Spectres and Devils:  The very Habit of his Mind was got into his Face, that he was so pale, and meagre and dejected, that you would say he was rather a Sprite than a Man:  And in short, he was not far from being stark mad, and would have been so, had it not been timely prevented.

Tho. Well, let this be the last Act of the Play.

Ans. Well, you shall have it. Polus and his Son-in-Law, hammer’d out this Piece betwixt them:  They counterfeited an Epistle written in a strange antique Character, and not upon common Paper, but such as Gold-Beaters put their Leaf-Gold in, a reddish Paper, you know.  The Form of the Epistle was this: 

Faunus, long a Captive, but now free.  To Faunus, his gracious Deliverer sends eternal Health.  There is no Need, my dear Faunus, that thou shouldest macerate thyself any longer in this Affair.  God has respected the pious Intention of thy Mind; and by the Merit of it, has delivered me from Torments, and I now live happily among the Angels.  Thou hast a Place provided for thee with St. Austin, which is next to the Choir of the Apostles:  When thou earnest to us, I will give thee publick Thanks.  In the mean Time, see that thou live merrily.

      From the Imperial Heaven, the
      Ides of September, Anno 1498.
      Under the Seal of my own Ring.

This Epistle was laid privately under the Altar where Faunus was to perform divine Service:  This being done, there was one appointed to advertise him of it, as if he had found it by Chance.  And now he carries the Letter about him, and shews it as a very sacred Thing; and believes nothing more firmly, than that it was brought from Heaven by an Angel.