_Vec._ And what ye see, stir not at, nor use a word, Until I ask ye; for what shall appear Is but weak apparition and thin air, Not to be held, nor spoken to. [_Knocking within._ [John, Frederick, _and a Servant within_. _Duke._ We are counsell'd-- _Vec._ What noise is that without there? _Fred._ _within._ We must speak with him. _Serv._ _within._ He's busie, Gentlemen. _John within._ That's all one friend, We must and will speak with him. _Duke._ Let 'em in, Sir, We know their tongues and business, 'tis our own, And in this very cause that we now come for, They also come to be instructed. _Vec._ Let 'em in then: Sit down, I know your meaning. _Enter_ Frederick, John, _and Servant_. _Fred._ The Duke before us? Now we shall sure know something. _Vec._ Not a question, But make your Eyes your Tongues-- _John._ This is a strange Jugler, Neither indent before-hand for his payment, Nor know the Breadth of the business; sure his Devil Comes out of _Lapland_, where they sell men Winds For dead drink, and old Doublets. _Fred._ Peace, he conjures. _John._ Let him, he cannot raise my Devil. _Fred._ Prithee Peace. _Vec._ _Appear, appear,_ _And you soft Winds so clear,_ _That dance upon the leaves, and make them sing_ _Gentle Love-lays to the Spring,_ _Gilding all the Vales below,_ _With your Verdure as ye blow,_ _Raise these forms from under ground_ _With a soft and happy sound._ [Soft Musick. _John._ This is an honest Conjurer, and a pretty Poet; I like his words well, there's no bumbast in 'em, But do you think now he can cudgel up the Devil With this short Staff of Verses? _Fred._ Peace, the Spirits-- [_2 shapes of women passing by._ _John._ Nay, and they be no worse-- _Vec._ Do ye know these faces? _Duke._ No. _Vec._ Sit still upon your lives then, and mark what follows; Away, away. _John._ These Devils do not paint sure? Have they no sweeter shapes in Hell? _Fred._ Hark now, _John_. [Constantia _passes by_. _John._ I, marry, this moves something like, this Devil Carries some metal in her gate. _Vec._ I find ye, You would see her face unvail'd? _Duke._ Yes. _Vec._ Be uncovered. _Duke._ O Heaven! _Vec._ Peace. _Pet._ See how she blushes. _John._ _Frederick_, This Devil for my mony; this is she, Boy, Why dost thou shake? I burn. _Vec._ Sit still, and silent. _Duke._ She looks back at me, now she smiles, Sir. _Vec._ Silence. _Duke._ I must rise, or I burst. [_Exit_ Constantia. _Vec._ Ye see what follows-- _Duke._ O gentle Sir, this shape agen.