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Scena Tertia.

Enter Hannibal, and Cacala.
Cala.
Sir, I intreat you (my too valiant Captain!)
To give me leave to return home. I have
No mind to such a formidable Dinner.

Han.
What should'st thou fear? My keen victorious Sword
Carries spells strong enough to conjure down
All the unruly Fiends of Pluto's Court.
Therefore for shame take Courage. Thou had'st wont
To have a good stomack to thy meat: And sure
This Gallant Ghost will treat us very Nobly.

Caca.
I have an horror to such Company:
And had a thousand times much rather be
With Mistris Floretta, and converse with her.

Han.
Thou talk'st so often of her that think
Thou art in love with her.

Caca.
I must confess,
I have some smackering that way. But the Awe
I stand in of your Indignation,
Deterres me from professing my Respects.
I wish your Captainshipp would cast her off;
And give me leave to make her my honest Wife.

Han.
Thou talk'st Impossibilities, Fool Cacala!
To think to make an whore an honest woman.
Such an One wood indeed prove a strange wonder.
And he that should to such an One be wed,
Might raise a mighty Portion to himself,
By taking mony for the sight of her.

Cacala.
His tongue's no slander.

Aside.
Han.
Walk on: w'are almost there.

Caca.
I'm monstrously afraid.

Han.
Fear nothing in my Company, but the marrying
Of an whore.

Caca.
I ever dreaded stories of Hobgoblins,
But evermore abhord the sight of them:
Beseech you therefore Captain Hannibal,
Give me leave to go back.

Han.
Thou shalt not leave me: I will make thee valiant,
And neither to fear Men, nor Divels.

Caca.
Heaven Bless me!

Han.
We shall have a brave dinner without doubt.

Caca.
Instead of a Calfes head, and glorious Bacon
A skull half rotten of some Malefactour,
Stollen from a Neighbour-Gallows to his own:
And (in the place of a brave side of Venison)
The salt Hanch of some executed Bawd:
And in the room of Grecian Wines, the Moisture
That doth distill from their hang'd putrifi'd bodies.
Sir, I will take my leave.

Han.
Thou shalt go with me,
And (when Employment calls me forth again)
I'le make thee my Lieftenant: w'are almost there.
Look you! He is come down from off his Gibbet.
'Tis the most courteous fellow that ere dy'd
By skurvy Haltar. Wood his Judges were
Trus'd up i'ns place, and all the villanous Jury
That did condemn so brave a Spark.

Enter Spectre.
Spectre.
Welcome thou Noblest Son of Mars Give me
Thy hand, thou servant to great Hannibal.

Cacala.
I wish you would excuse me the Complement.

Spectre.
You need not fear me.

Han.
Cacala be couragious, and dread nothing
My friend Helvidius will no hurt do to thee
Should Cerberus bark but at thee; with my Sword
I (at one blow) would cut off all his heads.

A Table set forth, cover'd with a black Linnen cloth, all the Napkins of the same colour; the meat, and dishes, Bottles, Wine, and all things else.
Spectre.
You see your Entertainment, and are both
Most heartily welcome. Let us sit, and eat.

They all sit down and eat.
Caca.
I do not like the Colour of this Linnen.
The Meat, and Wine, and every thing is black.

Spectre.
'Tis the sole Colour us'd in Pluto's Court.

Caca.
The meat tasts well though. Though I had rather be
At a piece of Bread and Cheese at Madam Cypassis's.
I cannot choose but eat. I think my fear
Hath added to my Hunger.

Spectre.
Gallant Hannibal,
I dedicate this Boul to thy Floretta.

Han.
Off with it then, thou only Worthy of
The other world. Here Cacala, thou shall pledg me.

Caca.
I'le do my weak Endeavour.

Han.
I thank you Sir, and in Requitall drink
To him or her you most affect.

Spectre.
Y' are Noble.
Friend Cacala, heres to you, and you conclude it.

Caca.
I dare not do otherwise.

Han.
Would you excuse my Curiosity Sir.
I would enquire Why you were executed.

Spectre.
I'le satisfy you. The Lords, and Gentry of
This City Tomos gave order to a Statuary
To make the Image of the Poet Ovid,
In beaten Massy Gold, for the Honor he
Had done them, by writing an excellent Poeme;
I'th Getick Language in Tiberius praise.
When it was ready to have been presented,
I got into the house, and stole it thence:
Melted it privately, and put it off
By litle Parcels, spent it on wanton wenches,
And among boon Companions. In my Cupps
Brag'd on't to two false Brothers, who betraid me.

Han.
I would they had been born both Dumb, and Fools.

Spectre.
I pray you give me leave to be as free
With you. Why were you banish'd and confin'd?

Han.
A poor old woman, and a witch, a Friend
Of mine, pretended an Occasion to make use
Of a live Infant, rip'd out of the Belly
Of's Mother: And th'Enchantment she was hammering
Was for my service. I stole into a Cottage
That stood alone, where such a woman liv'd then,
Found her alone, and had so laid My Plot
That I might undisturb'd proceed; cut up
Her belly, took her Infant thence, and sow'd
A Cat up in the Place; So she enjoyn'd me.
This simple Sorceress being for other
Matters accus'd, and like to dye, confes'd
This Prank.

Spectre.
How chanc'd it, you escap'd with life?

Caca.
My Captain is the greatest villain that
I ever heard of: I will leave his service:
Although I have oft been told of this before.

Han.
The Favorite, all-powerfull Sejanus,
Did bring me off with life. I help'd him to
Floretta's maidenhead, For which good turn
I also had some Baggs cram'd with Sesterces.

Spect.
You had good fortune to escape so well.

Han.
Some business calls me home, I give you thanks
For this brave Entertainment; So Farewell.

Spectre.
I pray you stay a while, you shall Look on
A little Maskque I have provided for you.

Han.
You much obliege me, and are over liberal
Of your high Favours to me.

Enter (after very solemn loud Musick) Æacus, Rhadamanthus, and Minos, the Judges of Hell; Alecto, Tysyphone, and Megæra the Furies; and dance altogether to lowe Musick.
Spectre.
Æacus, Minos, and Rhadamanthus, the three
Judges in Hell; Tysyphone, Megæra, and Alecto,
The Furies there (of equall number to them)
Lead in a Dance.

Cacala.
Can Divels be so merry!
But I had ever thought there had been rather
Three thousand Judges there, then three; I wonder
Their number is so few: so of the Furies;
For oft, on earth, one woman hath more in her.

The Dance ended, this Song follows.


After the Song is ended they all seize on him, and Carry him away.
Han.
Must I be then betraid thus! False Helvidius!
Exeunt. with him.
And foolish Hannibal to trust to Spectres!

Spec.
Away with him. Down to the Infernall shades
Of Griesly Pluto's Kingdom let him sink.
A fouler soul was never seen in Hell,
Wher's Witchcrafts, Rapes, Murthers, and vitious Life
Will find a sutable endless punishment.

The Spectre vanisheth.
Caca.
This was a Terrible sight indeed. Heaven keep me
But in my wits till I can see Floretta.
And I shall tell her such a Tale, as will
Make her turn virtuous, if she hath not lost
All love to th'Powers Divine, and fears no vengeance.

Exit.