BERNARD

I do command thee that thou help me to the invisible Ring. Dost thou not this in subtlety, to draw me out of my Circle, and then ruin me? I do believe thee: Then be gone; yet stay, a word more: Thinks thou my Tutor; if I should conceal this Act of mine from him, that he would know it? Thanks Asmody: now leave me. I will get leave of him to return back unto my Father's house, where I will live, if Asmody can do it, invisible. Not far off is a Damsel whom I love, But never yet durst tell her, nor did know it So feelingly, as now I am removed. 'Tis almost day I wished, though not for fear, For love ha made me a bold Conjurer. Come Asmody, thou seest I am ruled by thee, I take thy advice; and how dost thou Like me in this Doctors Habit? But what shall I do, when they bring me their brittle Pisspots? I cannot cast them. Why, art thou skilful in Physic? Cast it away; I marry Asmody, so can I. As little as thou wilt, Asmody. What, thou wouldst have As taken away, and be called Mody? Thou sayest well: then henceforward Moody, let As go to the Spirit. And a witty one, me thinks. By your leave mine Host. By your leave Gentlemen. I am a Stranger here, and understand You are Gentlemen of this Country, well descended, And I do want such good Acquaintances, Therefore make bold to press into your Company. Yes Sir, and a small practiser in Physic. That I will Sir.—Fellow, some Wine.— Sir— I drink this to your Health, & I have brought it. I did, and will persever. Pray Sir pledge me. Yes Sir, and tell you what I know, although a stranger, and till this hour never saw your face. You are in love with fair Dorigene, Sister unto this Gentleman. It's true, Sir. A better cannot be applied, I'll assure you. Why Asmody, will you be found and ignorant Spirit? how hap I knew not this? Asmody, you were best stay behind, There's no place for Spirits i'th' Court. If you donnot, here be those will teach you. What comfort man? there is no fitter place To attend their coming out, then here, Here you may have full sighed, and perhaps speech. What, in the passionate vain again? This is the Face that would not let me rest, But visit me in Dreams: Look this way still, And burn me with thy comfortable Beams. No, I am well: Pray what's the news? Travail, what to do? Why how now Sirrah? But pray be serious with me: by that friendship, which for the time we have been acquainted, hath been as much as ever was made up in so few hours; I do con jure you tell me, and tell me faithfully, all the whole pass sage. This is not in the power of Man to do. Asmodie, what think you of this? Do this my gentle Spirit, and thou shalt Make him, who is thy Master, bound unto thee, He shall release thee, I will buy thy years, Although it cost me half of my Estate. Sir, will you take the counsel of a Friend, And thrust these Sorrows from you? what would you give To purchase such a Garland as you speak of? I donnot mock you, and may accuse you now For having me in such suspicion: We are but young in our Acquaintances, And that begets these doubts: will you impart Half your Estate to him should bring you this? What do you judge your Estate to be, Sir? Why that shall do it. Pardon me Sir, I am poor, And such and Accident as this perhaps, To make a Fortune, will not in all my Age Befall again: nor can you loose by it, For in her favours you shall be advanced. Why you say well Sir, will you now to the Scriveners? Led Sir, I'll follow: Is it not strange to see, That a man should, as hath been often shown, Cure others griefs, yet cannot help his own. Well met Sir. How now? Melancholy. But now I think on't, every man is so After his height of dalliance, I did hear You had admittance And I says how find you her. Yes, in my pocket, a large hose yowl say Can hold so many Akers: But impart, You told me, being familiar with the Cause, I should partake in the Event. She ha performed— Why so then, what would you more? Zfoot, he's turned Echo: but I have observed, Knock at the heart of Man afterfull joys, And you shall find him Like and empty Vessel. I will leave you Sir. How? freely gave her what cost you so deer? You are a frank Giver, and you shall teach me (For in all Goodness I will be your Scholar) To imitate, though not to equal you: Here take your Bonds again, If you could check That untamed Fiend, called Lust, why should not I, By your Example, bridle Avarice: He is not worthy to receive, that knows not how to re store. Pray take it, you wonnot, You would be singular, then look you Sir 'tis canceled: Thus from the letters I do tear the law, As you the crime you went with from your heart, You have your own again: And I am richer Without it, then possessing. Fare you well Sir. And I of you would do the Like to mine: That shall if I can work it, call you uncle. And brother that would be, nay must be; Though I undertake as bade a task as picking of flowers. For here's my spirit Asmody can fly The same way again. Sfoot my Tutor, I am undone. Alas poor Asmody, he will be over coddled, Alas Sir, 'twas not his fault; for to say truth, I con iurde him. Troth Sir, you have been to cruel with him, You might a let him have boiled in his livery, For his herd, it was not a miss to be plucked off, For in time it would a been scalded. You may do as you please Sir, but if you do, I shall forget you are my Master, and make account I have my servant Asmody again. To comfort you that have more needs of it, For he sits up and laughs at misery, With hope to out live it, which is fortitude Fitting a noble spirit. Into air vanished, or sunk into the earth, For I protest I see no Dorilus. Dorilus, Dorilus. Here; where? This is thy hand? It may be foot for any thing that I know, but that Now I feel the fingers, thou mayest hold it up at the Bar And never be burned I the hand I'll warrant thee. But that I have confidence in my Master and his Art, I would never look to see thee again. All your best wishes. Fairest. Oh you speak music to the melancholy, Health to the sick. This I perceive does somewhat trouble you. But let it not, it shall be for a good, Which though it cannot change, may stir your blood. See they are hight in preparation, and people making to behold the Arraignment, Fair one, pray stay, your brother would speak No Lady, your thanks pays me really, And I will never look for better pay, Nor take, then comes from you; pray look upon me, And see if you can fasten your affection Upon a man so unworthy as my selse. You did Lady, but I must die first. You were good company to go to heaven with. Who Lady? pray speak that name again. Bernard la Vere. I thank you. Nor shall you ever be ashamed of him, nor yet Repent you, for he will love as faithfully As you, and live and die with you. I never thought before, a man might be In heaven and not know it, as to have a dwelling In your heart and be ignorant of the bliss, Is little less. It is not to be doubted. I know sweet Julia you were ever merry, And not beyond a Maidens modesty. But this is very strange, The devil what art thou, I see thee not. Here sir, with a daughter to boot. E'ne thus Sir. Rise with my blessing on you both. The challenger has the advantage, he might pre meditate. Best have a song to entertain the time. Yonder she is, and weeping— Who will not be in love with sorrow, while it takes up Her dwelling in that face, it is a question? Whither smiles more adorn that cheek then tears. Well, donnot you fear it Lady.