If he’d design to make it:  These Circumstances
Do half perswade ’tis true.  Oh, apprehension! 
So terrible the consequence appears,
It makes my brain turn round, and Night seem darker. 
The Moon begins to drown her self in Clouds,
Leaving a duskish horror every where,
My sickly fancy makes the Garden seem
Like those benighted Groves in Plato’s Kingdoms,
Which Poets fancy that the damn’d inhabit.

Jasp. My Lord, my Lord.

    [Enter Jasper.

Anto. What now?

Jasp. The Garden Door just opens, step this way, lest You be seen.

    [They stand close.

  Enter Francisco_ and Sebastian._

Fran. ’Tis hardly late enough, we’l stay a little, For I perceive no light i’ th’ usual Window.

Sebast. But are you confident Antonio’s absent?

Fran. I’m told for certain that he went from home To see Don John Valasco, who is sick.

Sebast. Nay, then with safety we may walk a turn, Though I confess, do what I can, my fears Surmount my Reason and perswades there’s danger.

Fran. A hundred times I’ve past it in as much, Yet then with confidence you slighted all; Prethee forbear to urge them any more; I’m half turn’d Coward with your fears already.

Sebast. Let’s take a turn then further from the House, And by some other talk divert our thoughts.

    [Exeunt.

Anto. Jasper, I find thy Informations true, Thus far at least; these are my Wife’s kind Couzens.  Hell rid e’m from the World.

Jasp. A hundred times they had been here before In as much danger:  Mark you that, my Lord?

Anto. I, and in Soul retorted back the Lye,
For they in all their Lives ne’re knew a danger
Equal to that they’re near:  Heark! how the Owl
Summons their Souls to take a flight with her,
Where they shall be Eternally benighted: 
Now I again believe it was a Witch;
For here me-thinks I see a thousand Devils
Waiting in the Air with fire-forks in their hands,
Just as our City Serjeants wait with Maces,
To toss their Souls to their Eternal Prison;
Look there, that flash of Lightning does confirm it. 
Nay, do but stay a little, you shall have all. 
All, all; not a Soul of e’m shall escape this Night. 
No, no, ’twill spoil good Company to part them,
But hold, a Light appears, draw back to cover.

    [Exeunt.

  Enter Francisco_ and Sebastian._

Sebast. The Light is there, make haste and give the sign.

    [Francisco strikes a Key upon his Sword; Eugenia appears
    above in Caelia’s Gown.

Eug. Who’s there, Francisco?

Fran. The same, and would desire your Company below.