Spirit sings. As you bid, I did go to the Caverns below Where the Spirits Inhabit that Govern the Wind. And though in their motions they be, And see Far, far quicker than we, Yet no Intelligence there I could find. From thence, like Lightning, I shot to the Pole, Where at a hole I glided to the Region of the Air: But the Spirits above Do Mankind so love, That they drove me from them with despair. From thence, in a moment, to AEtna_ I came, Where the Spirits of fire that Inhabit that flame: Told me, all that I sought for they knew; Though to Spirits of Earth, As I am by Birth; They’d not tell it; yet hither they flew. And hereabouts they stay, till you pray, And attone them with Offerings to tell your desire; For these from of Old Have been Lovers of Gold, The Mettles being Govern’d by Spirits of fire_. [Exit.
Witch. It’s necessary, Son, you throw them something, For o’re these Spirits I have no Command.
Anto. Oh, any thing; take this and throw it them; But do release me of the fear I’m in, And quickly solve my doubts, take all I have.
Witch. There is Gold, there is Gold to you Spirits of fire; He does willingly offer what you do desire.
Enter first Spirit, second Spirit Ascends.
After some flashes
of fire they sing.
1. Spir. What Spirit did Lewis_ attend?_
2. Spir. It was I.
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.