And no benigne friendly stars T' allay the effect. -- Quoth Wizard, So In Virgo? Ha! -- Quoth WHACHUM, No. Has Saturn nothing to do in it? 535 One-tenth of's circle to a minute. 'Tis well, quoth he. -- Sir, you'll excuse This rudeness I am forc'd to use It is a scheme and face of Heaven, As the aspects are dispos'd this even, 540 I was contemplating upon When you arriv'd; but now I've done, Quoth HUDIBRAS, If I appear Unseasonable in coming here At such a tone, to interrupt, 545 Your speculations, which I hop'd Assistance from, and come to use, 'T is fit that I ask your excuse. By no means, Sir, quoth SIDROPHEL; The stars your coming did foretel: 550 I did expect you here, and knew, Before you spake, your bus'ness too. Quoth HUDIBRAS, Make that appear, And I shall credit whatsoe'er You tell me after on your word, 555 Howe'er unlikely, or absurd. You are in love, Sir, with a widow, Quoth he, that does not greatly heed you, And for three years has rid your wit And passion without drawing bit: 560 And now your bus'ness is to know, If you shall carry her or no. Quoth HUDIBRAS, You're in the right; But how the Devil you came by't I can't imagine; for the Stars, 565 I'm sure, can tell no more than a horse; Nor can their aspects (though you pore Your eyes out on 'em) tell you more Than th' oracle of sieve and sheers, That turns as certain as the spheres: 570 But if the Devil's of your counsel, Much may be done my noble Donzel; And 'tis on his account I come, To know from you my fatal doom. Quoth SIDROPHEL, If you Suppose, 575 Sir Knight, that I am one of those, I might suspect, and take the alarm, Your bus'ness is but to inform; But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near; You have a wrong sow by the ear; 580 For I assure you, for my part, I only deal by rules of art, Such as are lawful, and judge by Conclusions of Astrology: But for the Dev'l, know nothing by him; 585 But only this, that I defy him.