ves 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.

_Eug._ This distance fits us better! Oh, _Francisco_,
Had we but alwayes kept it, I had been
A spotless Off'ring to my Bridal Bed,
But now must cloud my Marriage Joys with shame,
And fear of what will follow.

_Fran._ Pray descend, this di