_Bub._ Yes, for you see he hath his Termin In the degrees where she is, and enjoyes By that, six dignities. _Fis._ Which are clearly more Than any else that view her in the Scheam. _Nor._ Why I saw this, and could have told you too, That he beholds her with a Trine aspect Here out of Sagittary, almost partile, And how that _Mars_ out of the self same house, (But another Sign) here by a Platique aspect Looks at the Hilege, with a Quartile ruling The house where the Sun is; all this could I Have told you, but that you'll outrun me; and more, That this same Quartile aspect to the Lady of life, Here in the seventh, promises some danger, _Cauda Draconis_ being so near _Mars_, And _Caput Algol_ in the house of Death. _Lat._ How, Sir? I pray you clear that. _Nor._ What is the question first? _Rus._ Of the Dukes life, what dangers threaten him? _Nor._ Apparent, and those suddain, when the Hyley Or Alchorodon by direction come To a Quartile opposition of the place Where _Mars_ is in the Geniture (which is now At hand) or else oppose to _Mars_ himself; expect it. _Lat._ But they may be prevented. _Nor._ Wisdom only That rules the Stars, may do it; for _Mars_ being Lord of the Geniture in _Capricorn_, Is, if you mark it, now a _Sextile_ here, With _Venus_ Lady of the Horoscope. So she being in her Exilium, which is _Scorpio_, And _Mars_ his Gaudium, is o'rerul'd by him, And clear debilitated five degrees Beneath her ordinary power, so That, at the most she can but mitigate. _Lat._ You cannot name the persons bring this danger? _Nor._ No, that the Stars tell us not, they name no man, That is a work, Sir, of another place. _Rus._ Tell him whom you suspect, and he'll guess shrewdly. _Lat._ Sir, we do fear one _Aubrey_; if 'twere he I should be glad; for we should soon prevent him. _Fis._ I know him, the Dukes Kinsman, a tall man? Lay hold of't _Norbret_. _Nor._ Let me pause a little, Is he not near of kin unto the Duke? _Lat._ Yes, reverend Sir. _Nor._ 'Fart for your reverence, keep it till then; and somewhat high of stature? _Lat._ He is so. _Nor._ How old is he? _Fis._ About seven and fifty. _Nor._ His head and beard inclining to be grey. _Lat._ Right, Sir. _Fis._ And fat? _Nor._ He is somewhat corpulent, is he not? _Lat._ You speak the man, Sir. _Nor._ Well, look to him, farewel. [_Exit_ Norb. _Lat._ Oh, it is _Aubrey_; Gentlemen, I pray you, Let me receive this under all your hands. _Rus._ Why, he will shew you him in his Magick glass If you intreat him, and but gratifie A spirit or two more.