now?_

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._

Chor. _Thus they will do untill they dye,
When we in Hell, shall think it well
To have their pleasant Company._

[They Descend.

_Anto._ And that shall be this Night; make ready then
Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Letchers;
If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold
Can but increase their Torments, I will sell
All my Estate to turn it into that,
Daily to add more fewel to their flames.
Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers,
Be Cheated still, I'le take a surer way,
Torments for Souls are penny-worths I'le buy,
And there is Reason in it; for 'tis likely
Hell may take Bribes, when surely Heav'n won't.
Oh Excellent project! Is't not a good one, _Jasper_?
By Hell it self, this Night Hell hath e'm all.

_Witch._ Your Lordship's much disturb'd, I by my Art
Will cause the Air to give a Melody,
So to compose your Spirits to themselves.

[She waves her stick. Musick and an Antick Dance of Devils
handing the Purse (_Antonio_ threw) to one another, toward the
Close of which a noise without makes both Musick and Dance stop:
But beginning again, a noise within makes e'm flye. The Witch
trembles.

_Within._ Break op'e the doors, nay, sure enough they're here.

_Anto._ By Heav'n some Cheat, for these can be no Devils.
I'le follow e'm, and see--
[Draws his Sword.

_Jasp._ It is some trick to draw you from the Circle.
[_Jasp._ holds him.

_Anto._ Be what it will, Death cannot make me worse