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Show 2 1 0 An Evenings Love: Uberste. Will you ftay, Sir ? " ^ Maskal. Mask.. No, Sir, 'tis not lor m y fafety. Bet Will you in, Sir? ••; aii/n T' Mel N o Sir, 'tis not for m v Honour, to be affift.ngto you : 111 to Don Alonzo and help to revenge the miury you are doing him- Bet. Then w e aretoft, I can do nothing. F T ^ Nay, and you talk of Honour, by your leave, Sir. I hate:your•Spamjh Honour, ever iince it fpoil'd our Englifh Plays, with Faces about and t'other fide. ' [Fats upon him, and throws him down. Mel. What do you mean, you will not murder m e ? Muft valour be opprefs'd by multitudes? W W . Come yarlymy Mates, every M a n to his fhare ot the burden. Come yar [The four Men take him each by a Limb, and carry him out, he crying Murder. Theo. IftlfisEnMman fave us now, I fhall admire his Wit. Beat. Good Wits never think themfelves admir'd till they are well rewarded ! You muft pay him In fpeae, Madam, give him Love tor his Wit. Enter the Men again. Bell. Ladies fear nothing, but enter into the Garden-houfe with thefe Cavaliers rr ... Mask. Oh that I were a Cavalier too! ["going with thsm. Bell. Come you back, Sirrah. [Stops him. Think)our felvesas fafe as in a Sanctuary, only keep quiet, whatever happens. Jac Come awav then, they are upon us. [Exeunt all but Bell, and Mask. Mask. Hark, I heir the Foe coming; methinks they threaten too, Sir; pray let m e go in for a Guard to the Ladies, and poor Beatrix. I can tight much better when diere is a Wall betwixt m e and danger. Bell. Peace, I have occafion for your Wit to help m c lie. Mask. Sir, upon the Faith of a Sinner you have had m y laft lie already; I have not one more to do m e credit, as I hope to be fav'd, Sir. Bell. Vuiore, Tiltore; knock under you Rogue, and confefs m e Conqueror, and you fhall fee I'll bring all off. Enter Don Alonzo and fix Servants, with Lights, and Swords drawn. Alon. Search about there. Bell. Fear nothing, do but vouch what I fhall fay. Mask. For a Paffive Lye I can yet do fomething. Alon. Stand : W h o goes there ? Bet. Friends. Aim. Friends ? W h o are you ? Bell. Noble Don Alonzo, fuch as are watching for your good. Alon. Is it you, Sennor Ingles ? W h y all this Noife and Tumult ? Where are m y Daughters and m y Neece ? But, in the firft place, though laft nam'd, h ow came you hither, Sir ? Bet. I came hither - by Aftrology, Sir. Mask. M y Matter's in, Heavens fend him good Shipping with his Lye, and all kind Devils ftand his Friends. Alon. H o w , by Aftrology, Sir ? meaning you came hither by Art-Magick. Bell. I fay, by pure Aftrology, Sir, I torefaw by m y Art a little after I had left you, that your Neece and Daughters would this Night run a risque of being carried away from this very Garden. Alon. 0 the wonders of this fpeculation ! Bell. Thereupon I call'd immediately for m y Sword, and came in all hafteto advertife you; but I fee there's no refitting Deftiny, for juft as I was entring the Garden-door I met the W o m e n with their Gallant* all under fail, and outward bound. Mask. Thereupon what does me, he but draws by m y advice Bet. H o w now, Mr. Raskal ? Are you itching to be in ? *~ Mw*. Pray, Sir, let m e go fnip with you in this Lye, and be not too cove tons of Honour ? You know I never ftood with you; n o w m y Courage is come-to me, I cannot refill the Temptation. ° Bet. Content; tell on. Mask. So in fhort, Sir, w e drew, firft I, and then m y Mafter, but, being over-power'd they have efcap'd us, lb that I think you may go o Bed, and trouble your felf no farther, for gone they are. ' Bet. Or, 7 he Mocl^Ajlrologcr. 3 % \ Bell. You tell a Lye! You have curtail'd my invention ; you are not fit to invent a Lye for Bawd when (lie would wheedle a young Squire. Alon. Call up the Officers of Juftice, I'll have thc 'town fearch'd immediately. Bell. 'Tis in vain, Sir; I know, by m y Arr, you'll never recover 'cm; befides, 'tis an affront to m y Friends the Stars, w h o have otherwife difpos'd of'em. Enter a Servant. Ser. Sir, the Key is broken in the Garden-door, and the door lock'd, fo that of neceflity they muft be in the Garden yet. Alon. Difperfe your felves, fome into thc Wilderncfs, fome into the Allies, and fome into the Parterre: You, Diego, go try to get out the Key, and run to the Corrigidor for his affiitanCe; in the mean time I'll fearch the Garden-houfe m y fe I f. [ Exeunt all the Servants but one. 'Mask. I'll be unbetted again, ifyou pleafe, Sir, and leave you all the Honour of it- [To Bellamy afide. Alon. Come,Cavalier, let us in together. Bell, (holding him) Hold, Sir, for the Love of Heaven, you are not mad ! Alon. W e muft leave no place unfearch'd. A Light there. Bell. Hold, I fay, do you know what you are undertaking ? And have you arm'd your felf with refolution for fuch an adventure ? Alon. What adventure ? Bell. A word in private-The place you would go into is full of enchantments; there are at this time, for ought I know, a Legion of Spirits in it. Alon. You confound m e with wonder, Sir! Bet. I have been making there m y Magical Operations, to know the event of your Daughters flight; and, to perform it rightly, have been fore'd to call up Spirits ot feveral Orders: And there they are humming like a Swarm of Bees, fome ftalking about upon the ground, fome flying, and fome fticking upon the Walls like Rear-mice. Mask. The Devil's in him, he's got off again. Alon. N o w , Sir, I fhall try the truth of your Friendfhip to me- To confefs the lecret of m y Soul to you, I have all m y Life been curious to fee a Devil: And to that purpofe have conn'd Agrtppa through and through, and made experiment of all his Rules, Pari die & tncremento Luna, and yet could never compafs the fight of one of thefe Dumoniums: If you will ever oblige m e let it be on this occafion. Mask. There's another ftorm arifing. Belt. You fhall pardon me, Sir, I'll not expofe you to that peril for the World, without due preparations of Ceremony. Alon. For that, Sir, I always carry a Talifman about m e ; that will fecure m e; and therefore I will venture in, a-God's N a m e , and defie 'email at once. [Going in. Mask. H o w the pox will he get off from this ? Bell. Well, Sir, fince you are fo refolv'd, fend off your Servant that there rrtay be no noife made on't, and we'll take our venture. Alon. Pedro, leave your Light, and help the Fellow fearch the Garden. [Exit Servant Mask. What docs your incomprehenfible Mafter mean ? Bet. N o w I muft tell you, Sir, you will fee that which will very much afto-nifh you, if m y Art fail m e not. [Goes to the door'] You, Spirits and Intelligences, that are within there, ftand clofe, and filent, at your peril, and fear nothing, but appear in your o w n fhapes, boldly. Maskal open the door. Maskal goes to one fide ofthe Scene, which draws and difcover s TlieO. Jac- Aur. Beat. Cam. Lop. Wild, ftandtng all without motion in a rank. N o w , Sir, wliat think you ? Alon. They are here, they are here; wre need fearch no farther. Ah, you ungracious Baggages / Bell. Stay, or you'll be torn in pieces: Thefe are the very fhapes I conjur'd up, and truly reprefent to you in what company your Niece and Daughters are, this very moment. Alon. W h y are they not they ? I durft have fworn that fome of'em had been m y o w n Flelh and Blood Look, one of them is jutt like that Rogue your Comrade. [Wildblood (bakes his Htod, and frowns at him. 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