_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]._
_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.
_Fri._ From the last nights black depth I call'd up one 80 Of the inferiour ablest ministers, And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then, Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry.
_Beh._ I will. Cartophylax! thou that properly 85 Hast in thy power all papers so inscrib'd, Glide through all barres to it, and fetch that paper.