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Show T 1 • •'" " ~ ;oo An Evenings Love: - B,//7whattheDevido^fh7call a flight eftA ' « J « 0 W h y ^ M ^ confider what you fay ? You defire m e to fhew you a M a n w h o m youi lcll con- *Z***nA io a Glafs is nothing, I would fpeak with h.m in Perfon, I %?ASbtfMadam, there is a vaft Sea betwixt us and Flanfrs and Water is an Enemy to Conjuration : A Witch's Horie, you know, when he enters into Water, returns into a Bottle ot Hay again. f Aur. But, Sir, lamnotfoilla Geographer, or to fpeak more properly,, a Cho-rotrapber, as not to know there is a p Ufage by Land from hence to fUrfders %>!l. That's true, Madam, but Magick Works in a direcl Line. U hy fhould you think the Devil fuch an Afs to go about ? 'Gad he'll not ftira ftep outot Ins road for you or any Man. '•.'- ..... Aur. Yes, for a Lady, Sir; I hope he's a Perfon that wants not that civility for a Lady; efpecially a Spirit that has the Honour to belong to you, Sir. Bell. For that matter he's your Servant, M a d a m ; but his education has been in thc Fire, and he's naturally an Enemy to Water I affure you. Aur. I beg his Pardon for forgetting his Antipathy j but it imports not much, Sir; for I have lately receiv'd a Letter from m y Servant, that he is yet in Spain; and fta\ sfor a Wind in St.Sebaftians. Bell."Now I a m loft paft all redemption.-Maskal.-muft you be fmickenng after Wenches while I a m in calamity ? [Afide. Mask. It muft be he, 111 venture on't. (Afide.) Alas, Sir, I was complaining to m y felf of the condition of poor Don Melchor, w h o you know is Windbound at S*. Sebaftions. Bell. W h y you impudent Villain,muft you offer to N a m e him publickly,when I have taken io much care to conceal him all this while ? Aur. Mitigate your difplcafure I befeech you; and, without making farther Teftimony of it, gratifie m y expectances. Bell. Well, Madam, fince the Sea hinders not, you fhall have your defire. Look upon m e with a fix'd Eye-fo-or a little more amoroufly if you pleafe.- Good. N o w favour m e with your hand. Aur. Is it ahlblutely neceffary you fhould prefs m y hand thus? Bell. Furioufly neceffary, I affure you, M a d a m ; for n o w I take poffeffion of it in thc N a m e of the Idea of D on Melchor. N o w , M a d a m , I a m farther to defire of you, to write a Note to his Genius, wherein you defire him to appear, and this, w e M e n of Art, call a Compact with the Idea's. Aur. I tremble furioufly. Bell Give m e your hand, I'll guide it. [They write. Mask. (toCam.) N o w , Lady mine, what think you of m y Mafter? Cam. I think I would not ferve him for the World; nay, if he can know our thoughts by looking on us, w e W o m e n are Hypocrites to little purpofe. Mask. He can do that and more; for by catting his Eyes but once upon them, he knows whether they are Maids, better than a whole Jury of Mid-wives. Cam. N o w Heaven defend m e from him. Mask. H e has a certain fmall Familiar which he carries ftill about him, that never tails to make difcovery. Cam. See, they have done Writing; not a W o r d more, for fear he knows m v Voice. J Bell. One thing I had forgot, Madam, you muft fubferibe your N a m e to't. Aur. There 'tis; farewel Cavalier, keep your promife,'for I expect it furioufly. V, W CamJaJ ™ l ^ Und°ne' 1***$. h« Fa"' Cam (Starts and skreeks.J All he has found m e ; I a m ruin'd ' m. You |11(ie your Face io vain ; for I fee into vour Heart . M » . I hen, iweetSir, have pity on m v frailty; for if m y Lady has the leaft mkling ot what w e did laft Night, the poor Coachman will be turn'di away. ^•. Well, Sir, how like you your new Profeffion '< ^ *" ^ ^ i>ed \\ 0uld I were well quit on't; I fweat all over. Ar ?, ««twl»wtaint-liearccd Devils yours are, that will nota0 by Water? &%&&£:?*k' of ^ B r o o d , m ^ , M d Gn^tn^hev Bell. Or, Tb? Moc^Jftrologer. thfhrif^™ "'I h ° n f ^ f f lls> 8 ° o d P 1 ^ Foot-Potts, that b he hoot tor m e ; but to fave their labour, here take this, and in fome difguife hver it to Don 11L Ichor. B Mask, fll ferve it upon him within this hour, when he tallies out to Irs Aifi-nation with Theodofia: Tis but counterfeiting m y Voice a little- for he cannot know m e in the dark. But let m e fee what are the Words ? n{, Don Melchor, if the Magick of Love have any power upon your Spirit I ttoiure you to appear this Night before me: Tou may guefs the freatnefs of my pjfion fince /t bos fore d me to have recourfe to Art: But no Jbape which refem^les can frtghi Aurelia. Bell. Well, I aiu glad there's one point gain'd ; for by this means he wili | hindred to Night from entertaining Theodofia Pox on him is he here a-cgna iin n ? Enter Don Alonzo. Alon. Cavalier Ingles I have been feeking you: I have a Prefent iu nay Pocket for you ; read it by your Art and take it. Bell. That I could do eafily ; but to fhew you I a m generous, I'll none of your Prefent; do you think I a m mercenary ? Alon. I know you will fay now 'tis ffomc Aftrological Queftion, and fo'tis perhaps. . I, 'tis the Devil of a Queftion without difpute. Alon. N o , 'tis within difpute; 'tis a certain difficulty in the Art; a Problem which you and I will difcufs ; with the Arguments on both fides. Bell. At this time I a m not problematically given ; t have a humour of com-plaifance upon me, and will contradict no Alan. Alon. We'll but difcufs a little. Bell. By your favour, I'll not difcufs; for 1 fee by the Stars, that ifl difpute to day, I a m infallibly threatned to be thought ignorant all m y Life after. Alon. Well, then, we'll but caft an Eye together, upon m y eldeft Daughter's Nativity. Bell. Nativitv / Alon. I k n o w what you would fay now, that there wants the Table of Direction for the five Hylegyacals; the Attendant, Medium Cadi, Sun, Moon, and Sors; but we'll take it as it is. Bell. Never tell m e that, Sir Alon. I know what you would fay again, Sir Bell. 'Tis well you do, for I'll be fworn I do not [Afide. Aim. You would fay, S i r - - Bell I fay, Sir, there is no doing without the Sun and Moon, and all that, Sir. And fo you m a y make ufe ot your Paper for your occalions. Come to a M a n of Art without [tears it] thc Sun and Moon, and all that, Sir -~^~ Alon. 'Tis no matter; thislhall break no fquares betwixt us. ^Gathers up the torn Papers.] I k n o w what 'you would fay now, that M e n of parts are always chdkrick , I know it by m y felf, Sir. [Hegoes to watch the Papers. Enter Don Lopez. Lop. Don Alonzo in m y Houfe! This is a moft happy opportunity to put m y othar defign in execution ; for if I can perfwade him to beftow his Daughter on Don Mtlclm-, I fhall ferve m y Friend, though againft his will; and when Aurelia fees Ihe cannot be his, perhaps (he will accept m y Love. Ah*. 1 warrant vou, Sir, 'tis all piee'd right, both top, fides, and bottom; for, look you, Sir, 'here was Aldeb.iran, and there Cor Scorpii-- LOP. Don Alonzo, I a m happy to fee you under m y root! And fhall take i t- Aim. 1 know what you would lay, Sir, that though I a m your Neighbour, this is the firft time I have been here. I> Bellamy.] But, come, Sir, by D o n Lopez, his permiffion let us return to our Nativity. Bell. Would thou were there in thy Mother's Belly again [A, Lop. But Sennor » (to Alonzo.) ... . ;ds not Sennor; I'll fuppofe your Compliment; you would lay that your Houfe, and all things in it are at m v fervice; but let us proceed without his interruption- ^ |