_Tam._ O, servant, help, and save me from the gripes Of shame and infamy. Our love is knowne; Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writ Some secret tokens that decipher it. 30 _Buss._ What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he, Durst take into his Epimethean breast A box of such plagues as the danger yeelds Incur'd in this discovery? He had better Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach 35 Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds, Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie) The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie. _Fri._ We soone will take the darknesse from his face That did that deed of darknesse; we will know 40 What now the Monsieur and your husband doe; What is contain'd within the secret paper Offer'd by Monsieur, and your loves events. To which ends (honour'd daughter) at your motion I have put on these exorcising rites, 45 And, by my power of learned holinesse Vouchsaft me from above, I will command Our resolution of a raised spirit. _Tam._ Good father, raise him in some beauteous forme, That with least terror I may brook his sight. 50 _Fri._ Stand sure together, then, what ere you see, And stir not, as ye tender all our lives. _He puts on his robes._ _Occidentalium legionum spiritualium imperator (magnus ille Behemoth) veni, veni, comitatus cum Asaroth locotenente invicto. Adjuro te, per Stygis 55 inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus Averni: adesto ô Behemoth, tu cui pervia sunt Magnatum scrinia; veni, per Noctis & tenebrarum abdita profundissima; per labentia sydera; per ipsos motus horarum furtivos, Hecatesq[ue] altum silentium! 60 Appare in forma spiritali, lucente, splendida, & amabili!_ _Thunder. Ascendit [Behemoth with Cartophylax and other spirits]._ _Behemoth._ What would the holy frier? _Fri._ I would see What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe, And see the secret paper that the Monsieur 65 Offer'd to Count Montsurry; longing much To know on what events the secret loves Of these two honour'd persons shall arrive. _Beh._ Why calledst thou me to this accursed light, To these light purposes? I am Emperor 70 Of that inscrutable darknesse, where are hid All deepest truths, and secrets never seene, All which I know; and command legions Of knowing spirits that can doe more then these. Any of this my guard that circle me 75 In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumes Vast murmurs use to break, and from their sounds Articulat voyces, can doe ten parts more Than open such sleight truths as you require.