Jasp. Hail, Reverend Mother; I suppose you are
That famous Artist who Commands this House,
Which if you be, with confidence I beg,
You would resolve some Questions I should ask;
Which if you please to do, my gratitude
Shall be proportion’d to the kindness done.

Witch. What prating Fellow’s here?  Your Lord Antonio
Need not to doubt my Art, or if he did,
He might have sent some wiser Man to try me. 
Come, come, my Lord,
I am no Cheating Chymist, that requires
A Faith in Fools to make his work successful. 
No, no, my Power is boundless, I can search
The secrets of your Soul, and when I’ve done
Solve all the doubts that there possess your mind;
That Women should be Women, is no wonder.

Anto. But that Women should turn Devils, is.

Witch. No, no, my Lord, I am no Devil neither.

Anto. Mother!  I meant not you, when I said so.

Witch. Son, Son, excuse it not, you have no cause To love us Women much, and I’m not angry At what you said, though I know what you meant.

Ant. Then, Mother, by these Powers you practice by, I do Conjure you, shew me all the truth Of what you know concerns my coming hither.

Witch. Come, enter in, my Lord, and nothing fear;
There’s not a doubt of yours but shall be clear. 
I’ve sent a Spirit out, who will e’re long,
Bring all the Names of those have done you wrong.

    [Ex. and return.

  Enter Antonio_, Jasper, and Witch, as in the House; in the
  Scenes a Chair, by which Jasper stands, and Witch goes round._

Witch. Sit in this Chair, my Lord, whilst I do draw
A Sacred Line, which shall the Spirits aw. 
About, about, I tread a Round,
Where I tread is Sacred Ground. 
Thus and thus the Air I charm,
To keep my Circle free from harm;
Thus I sprinkle Water pure,
And by it all the Charm secure;
The Spirits that fiery are dare not come near us,
Earth, Air, and Water do make e’m to fear us. 
Then boldly sit, boldly see, boldly despise
What Spirits soever do happen to rise.

Witch sings. Rise, arise, arise, rise and come away, My little pretty Spirit Puncula_:  What, not appear at thy Mistresses call, I’le surely torment thee; thou shalt not suck at all.  Arise then, I say—­_

    [Spirit within sings. 
    Spir. I come, I come away,
    The Wind it blows hard, and forces me astray.

Witch. Let’s wait a little, he’l appear, my Lord.

Anto. Fear seizes me so fast, that all my Spirits Retire, and leave an Ague in my Joynts.

  Enter a Spirit.

Witch. Come, have you done What I gave you in charge, If you have, I command you to tell it at large.