_Fis._ Oh, such a syllable would make him to forswear Ever to breath in your sight. _Lat._ How then? _Fis._ Sir, he if you do please to give him any thing, Must have't convey'd under a paper. _Rus._ Or left behind some book in his study. _Bub._ Or in some old wall. _Fis._ Where his familiars may tell him of it, and that pleases him, Sir. _Bub._ Or else I'le go and assay him. _Lat._ Take gold with you. _Rus._ That will not be amiss; give it the Boy, Sir, He knows his holes, and how to bait his Spirits. _Pip._ We must lay in several places, Sir. _Rus._ That's true, that if one come not, the other may hit. _Lat._ Well, go then, is he so learned, Gentlemen? _Fis._ The very top of our profession; mouth of the fates, Pray Heaven his Spirits be in a good humor to take, They'l fling the gold about the house else. _Bub._ I, and beat the Fryer if he go not well Furnisht with holy-water. _Fis._ Sir, you must observe him. _Bub._ Not cross him in a word, for then he's gone. _Fis._ If he do come, which is a hazard, yet-- Mass he's here, this is speed. _Enter_ Norb[re]t, Russ, Pippeau. _Nor._ Where is our Scheme, Let's see, dispatch, nay fumbling now, who's this? _Rus._ Chief Gentleman of the Dukes Chamber, Doctor. _Nor._ Oh, let him be, good even to him, he's a courtier, I'le spare his complement, tell him: what's here? The geniture Nocturnal, Longitude At forty nine and ten minutes? How are the cardins? _Fis._ Libra in twenty four, forty four minutes, And Capricorn. _Nor._ I see it, see the Planets, Where, how are they dispos'd? the Sun and _Mercury_, Mars with the Dragons tail in the third house, And _pars Fortunæ_ in the _Imo Cœli_, Then _Jupiter_ in the twelfth, the _Cacodemon_. _Bub._ And _Venus_ in the second _Inferna Porta_. _Nor._ I see it, peace, then _Saturn_ in the Fifth, _Luna_ i'th' Seventh, and much of _Scorpio_, Then _Mars_ his _Gaudium_, rising in th'ascendent, And joyn'd with _Libra_ too, the house of _Venus_, And [_Imum_] _Cœli_, _Mars_ his exaltation In the seventh house, _Aries_ being his natural house And where he is now seated, and all these shew him To be the Almuten. _Rus._ Yes, he's Lord of the Geniture, Whether you examine it by _Ptolomeys_ way, Or _Messethales_, _Lael_, or _Alkindus_. _Fis._ No other Planet hath so many dignities Either by himself, or in regard of the Cusps. _Nor._ Why hold your tongue then if you know it; _Venus_ The Lady of the Horoscope, being _Libra_, The other part, _Mars_ rules: So that the geniture, Being Nocturnal, _Luna_ is the highest, None else being in sufficient dignity, She being in _Aries_ in the Seventh house, Where _Sol_ exalted, is the Alchoroden.