_Lat._ I'me glad to hear their Secretary say so, My learned Father _Russe_, where's _la Fiske_, Monsieur _de Bube_, how do they? _Rus._ At their studyes, They are the Secretaries of the Stars, Sir, Still at their books, they will not be pull'd off, They stick like cupping glasses; if ever men Spoke with the tongue of destiny, 'tis they. _Lat._ For loves sake let's salute 'em. _Rus._ Boy, go see, Tell them who's here, say, that their friends do challenge Some portion of their time, this is our minute, Pray 'em they'l spare it: they are the Sun and Moon Of knowledge; pity two such noble lights Should live obscur'd here in an University, Whose beams were fit to'illumine any court Of Christendom. _Enter la_ Fisk, _de_ Bube, _and_ Pippeau. _Lat._ The Duke will shortly know 'em. _Fis._ Well, look upon the Astrolabe; you'l find it Four Almucanturies at least. _Bub._ It is so. _Rus._ Still of their learned stuff, they care for nothing, But how to know, as negli[g]ent of their bodies In dyet, or else, especially in their cloaths, As if they had no change. _Pip._ They have so little As well may free them from the name of shifters. _Fis._ Monsieur _Latorch_? _Lat._ How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your vertues? _Bub._ A most happy hour, when we see you, Sir. _Lat._ When you hear me then It will be happier; the Duke greets you both Thus, and though you may touch no mony, Father, Yet you may take it. _Rus._ 'Tis his highness bounty, But yet to me, and these that have put off The world, superfluous. _Fis._ We have heard of late of his highness good success. _Bub._ And gratulate it. _Lat._ Indeed he hath scap'd a strange Conspiracy, Thanks to his Stars; which Stars he prayes by me, You would again consult, and make a Judgement On what you lately erected for my love. _Rus._ Oh, Sir, we dare not. _Fis._ For our lives. _Bub._ It is the Princes Scheam. _Lat._ T'incounter with that fear, Here's to assure you, his Signet, write your names, And be secured all three. _Bu[b]._ We must intreat some time, Sir. _Lat._ I must then intreat it, be as present as you can. _Fis._ Have you the Scheam here? _Lat._ Yes. _Rus._ I would you had Sir another warrant. _Lat._ What would that do? _Rus._ Marry we have a Doctor Sir, that in this business Would not perform the second part. _Lat._ Not him that you writ to me of? _Rus._ The very same. _Lat._ I should have made it, Sir, my suit to see him, Here is a warrant Father, I conceiv'd That he had solely applyed himself to Magick. _Rus._ And to their studies too Sir, in this field He was initiated, but we shall hardly Draw him from his chair. _Lat._ Tell him he shall have gold.