_Aur._ Sir, your good news has ravished me most furiously; but that I may have a confirmation of it, I beg only, that you would lay your commands upon his genius, or idea, to appear to me this night, that I may have my sentence from his mouth. This, sir, I know is a slight effect of your science, and yet will infinitely oblige me. _Bel._ What the devil does she call a slight effect! [_Aside_.]--Why, lady, do you consider what you say? you desire me to shew you a man, whom yourself confess to be in Flanders. _Aur._ To view him in a glass is nothing; I would speak with him in person, I mean his idea, sir. _Bel._ Ay, but, madam, there is a vast sea betwixt us and Flanders; and water is an enemy to conjuration. A witch's horse, you know, when he enters into water, returns into a bottle of hay again. _Aur._ But, sir, I am not so ill a geographer, or, to speak more properly, a chorographer, as not to know there is a passage by land from hence to Flanders. _Bel._ That's true, madam; but magic works in a direct line. Why should you think the devil such an ass to go about? 'Gad, he'll not stir a step out of his road for you, or any man. _Aur._ Yes, for a lady, sir; I hope he's a person that wants not that civility for a lady; especially a spirit that has the honour to belong to you, sir. _Bel._ For that matter, he's your servant, madam; but his education has been in the fire, and he's naturally an enemy to water, I assure you. _Aur._ I beg his pardon, for forgetting his antipathy; but it imports not much, sir; for I have lately received a letter from my servant, that he is yet in Spain, and stays for a wind in St Sebastian's. _Bel._ Now I am lost, past all redemption.--Maskall, must you be smickering after wenches, while I am in calamity? [_Aside._ _Mask._ It must be he, I'll venture on't. [_Aside_.]--Alas, sir, I was complaining to myself of the condition of poor Don Melchor, who, you know, is wind-bound at St Sebastian's. _Bel._ Why, you impudent villain, must you offer to name him publicly, when I have taken so much care to conceal him all this while? _Aur._ Mitigate your displeasure, I beseech you; and, without making farther testimony of it, gratify my expectances. _Bel._ Well, madam, since the sea hinders not, you shall have your desire. Look upon me with a fixed eye----so----or a little more amorously, if you please----good. Now favour me with your hand. _Aur._ Is it absolutely necessary you should press my hand thus? _Bel._ Furiously necessary, I assure you, madam; for now I take possession of it in the name of the idea of Don Melchor. Now, madam, I am farther to desire of you, to write a note to his genius, wherein you desire him to appear, and this we men of art call a compact with the ideas. _Aur._ I tremble furiously. _Bel._ Give me your hand, I'll guide it. [_They write._