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SCÆ. 1.

Alexander in his studie beholding a Magicall glasse with other obseruations.
Alex.
Fore-god 'tis Candie, 'tis Candy I know 'tis Candie,
Where is that traiterous homicide? where is hee?
I cannot see him: hee shall not scape me so.
I must and will finde him, though he went inuisible,
Appeare appeare; not yet; ha and Candy murthered too,
Let me looke forth.
Alexander commeth vpon the Stage out of his study with a booke in his hand.
Oh, oh, very good very good: well I perfectly peceiue.
By this descention of Arctophilax,
What time of night it is, sorrow giue place;
Reuenge in blood and fierie sacrafice,
Commaundeth: nature now preuents her current: yeeld,
Let vs adore the second eye of heauen,
he boweth his bodie.
Bright Armatas increaseth she, is not combust.
O sacred season for nocturnall Ceremonies.
This ioyeous quarter is in Casmaran. ha.
he looketh on a watch.
What hower of night ist? why tis Salem, twelue a cloke,
What are our angells this quarter?
Gargatel Tariel Gauiel.
How goodly these augurize faire auspices of truth,
Now mountes bright Athaman in his goulden ascention,
Direct in opposition with our hemispher,
he tinketh on a bell.
And now there hower with them is Aetalon:
Bernardo bring hither thy white robes of sanctity,
Hast thou Coles ready burnt bring in my Thurible,
And sence about this sanctified place,
For heere Festatiui must haue her honor.
Candie my sonne is murthered, Candie my sonne,
Candie my sonne is murthered: I will raise
All the great diuills to shew the murtherer,
Euen as thou lou'dst my sonne hast and dispatch,
Hast and dispatch it as thou louest my soule.
Tis not yet yawne by three quarters of an hower,
What are our Angels of this night? Michael, Dardael, Huratipel
In a triumphant carre of burning gold,
Crownd with a circlet of blacke hebeny,
And with a mace of Iet King Varca rides.
Attended with his ministers of state, Andas and Cynaball.
Fit dismall times for our solemnities.
Enter Bernardo.
Put on my robes giue me my Pentacle,
Cense well Barnardo: bring me some fire in an earthen vessell
Now must I laboure like a collyers horse.
After Bernardo had Censed he bringeth in coles, and Alexander fashioneth out his circle then taketh his rod.
My pretious best approu'd and trusty seruant,
Hence in all hast be-take thee to thy beads,
Whilst these darke workes of horror are in hand,
Red Sand ill is my fumigation.
standing without the circle he waueth his rod to the East.

And calleth vpon Vionatraba.

To the West. Svseratos.

To the North. Aqviel.

To the Sowth. Machasael.

Coniuro, et confirmo super vos in nomine Eye, eye, ey; hast vp & ascende
pernomeu ya, ya, ya; he, he, he; va; hy, hy; ha, ha, ha; va, va,
va; an, an, an;

Fiery exhalations lightning thunder ascend a King, with a red face crowned imperiall riding vpon a Lyon, or dragon: Alexander putteth on more perfume and saith.
I coniure thee by these aforesaid names,
That thou receaue no phantasmatike illusions.

Diue.
What would great Alexander haue with vs,
That from our fiery region millions of leagues,
Beneath the sulphuro as bottome of Abisse,
Where Mammon tells his euer tryed gould,
Thou call'st me from strong busines of high state,
From sure subuersions and mutations
Of mighty Monarches, Emperors, and Kings,
From plotting bloody feilds and massacres.
Triumphant treasons and assassinates.
Whats thy demand?

Alex.
I charge thee by the fower recited names,
And by the dreadfull title of great Phaa.
By which all creatures are sure sealed vp,
By which the prince of darknes and all powers,
In earth and hell doe tremble and fall downe,
Shew me the shape of that condemned man,
Which murthered my sonne the duke of Candy.

Diu.
Keepe a firme station stir not for thy life,
Expect a messenger of trust stand fast,

The diuell descendeth with thunder and lighning and after more exhalations ascends another all in armor.
Diue.
Sent from the foggy lake of fearefull stix.
Am I comaunded by that puissant monarch,
Which rides tryumphing in a charriot,
On misty blacke clouds mixt with quenchles fire,
Through vnquoth corners in darke pathes of death,
To doe what thou demandest.

Allex.
Then by the dreadfull names of Amioram,
Titepand Sadai shew me that damned childe of reprobation.
Which this night murthered the duke of Candie.

Diui.
Keepe a firme station stir not for thy life,

He goeth to one doore of the stage, from whence he bringeth the Ghost of Candie gastly haunted by Cæsar persuing and stabing it, these vanish in at another doore.
Alex.
Hold, hold, hold, hold; per todos santos now no more,
Cæsar hath kill'd a brother and a father.

Diue.
What wouldest thou more shall I descend?

Alex.
Shew me the person by whose impious hand,
Gismond Viselli, was done to death?

Deue.
Keepe a firme station stirre not for thy life.

He bringeth from the same doore Gismond Viselli, his wounds gaping and after him Lucrece vndrest, holding a dagger fix't in his bleeding bosome: they vanish.
Alex.
Out, out, no more no more, my soule disolues.

Deui.
Say, say what wouldest thou more? discend,

Alex.
Beldachiensis, Berolanensis, Helioren, discende, discende, inbeo, mando impero.
Deuill desendeth with thunder &c.

Enter Bernardo.
Alexander tinketh his bell,
Alex.
Out out alas Bernardo I am wounded,
With grisly wounds and deepe incurable.

Ber.
Comfort your selfe in Gods name blessed father.
Soe long as noe wounds of the body bleed.

Alex.
The cureles wounds I meane are of my body
Wounds both of my soule and body: but Bernardo
This is my comfort in calamity
Some shall packe after them for company
Whats a clocke?

Barn.
Very neere six by Saint Peters bell

Alex.

Hast thee, then passe thee to my Poticary, bid him
prouide those drugges I spoke for yester-day, and beare them in
all hast to Dominico Giglio take you those letters with you
which are here, bid him deliuer them Lodowick Sforzaes name
her lustfull Paramoure; make hast and see that he dispatch it
quickly, deliuer him a purse from mee for a token cramd with
two hundred ducates, bid him bee secreat as he loues his life,
hast and begon.

Exit Bernardo.
Astor shall follow, I must haue his Lands
This thorne must be cut of being but tender
Then cut it soone whilst it is yong and slender.
Least growing great it prick thee to the bone
My lust importunes it and he shall die,
Sonnes, Nephewes, Daughters, Concubines, shall die.
My conscience is turn'd mercies enemy,
He that would rise to riches and renowne
Must not regard though he pull millions downe.
Exit Alexander into the studie.