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,
When the Boy_ Adonis _dyed,
_Here's _Medea'_s Charm, with which_
Jasons _heart she did bewitch,_
Omphale _this Spell put in,
When she made the _Libyan_ spin.
This dull root pluckt from _Lethe_ flood,
Purges all pure thoughts, and good.
These I stir thus, round, round, round,
Whilst our light feet beat the ground._

_Mag_. Now Sir, 'tis full, and whosoever drinks this
Shall violently doat upon your person,
And never sleep nor eat unsatisfied:
So many hours 'twill work, and work with Violence;
And those expired, 'tis done. You have my art, Sir.

_Enter Leucippe._

_Ant_. See him rewarded liberally--_Leucippe_.
Here, take this bowl, and when she calls for Wine next,
Be sure you give her this, and see her drink it;
Delay no time when she calls next.

_Leu_. I shall, Sir.

_Ant_. Let none else touch it on your life.

_Leu_. I am charg'd, Sir.

_Ant_. Now if she have an antidote art let her 'scape me. [_Exeunt._

_SCENA IV._

_Enter Leon