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Enter Bernard in his Studie, Candle and Bookes about him.
And here againe,
'Tis true, things most incredible are to be done,
And I beleeue thee gentle Booke in it.
Neuer before my warie Tutor did
Leaue this doore open, which he well might call
His priuate Studie; for here Secrets lye
Were worth mans labour to arriue to 'hem:
Here are the Names, Shapes, Powers, and Gouernment
Of euery seuerall Spirit, their Degrees,
Their great Effects, particular Seigniories;
And 'mongst them I haue found one, if I had
But skill to rayse him for my purposes,
And here's the forme of it set downe at large:
But stay, what's this?

Amaymon King of the East, Gorson King of the South,
Zimimar King of the North, Goap King and Prince
of the West, may be bound from the third houre till
Noone, Dukes may be bound from the first houre till
Noone.

Pish, this is nought to me.

Asmody, a great King, strong and mightie, he is seene
with three heads; whereof the first is like a Bull, the second
a Man, the third a Ram: he hath a Serpents tayle,
he belcheth Flames out of his Mouth, he sitteth on an
Infernall Dragon, he carryeth a Lance and a Flag in
his hand, he goeth before others which are vnder the
power of Amaymon, he giueth the Ring of Vertues, he
teacheth Geometry, Arithmetick, Astronomie; to all
demaunds he answereth fully and truely: he maketh a
man inuisible.

I, this.

He sheweth the places where Treasure lye.

I donnot care for Treasure.

He maketh a man inuisible.

This, this is it: Great Asmody, thou art the Spirit whom
I would conuerse with, And I will fetch thee, if this
Charme will doe it.—

Now I haue layd my Circle, feare assaults me: So
sayes my graue Instructor all men doe when they begin
this Businesse; but bids me here be resolute, and dread
not: for bound in this Circle, and by these words constrain'd,
they cannot hurt me.

I doe coniure thee by these potent Names:

Panthon, Adonay, Algramay, Planaboth, Muriton, Bisecognaton,
Siston, Diaton, Maton, Tetragrammaton, Agla, Agarion,
Tegra, Pentessaron, Tendicata, Sorthie, Sorthia, Sorthios,
Milia, Achilia, Sibylia, You the three Faierie sisters
of the Ring come and appeare to me, or send your faithfull
seruant Asmody, or I will call the fiue Kings of the
North.

Enter Landoffe his Tutor like a Spirit.
Land.

For what thou daring Mortall? what wut thou
doe with Asmody, now thou hast brought him hither?

Ber.

I doe commaund thee that thou helpe me to the
inuisible Ring.

Lan.

Ho, ho, ho, Thou foolish Thing without Art, and
lesse Wit, Do'st thinke it doth require no more but so?

It is thy Masters Master-piece to doe it,
And thou do'st call for nothing but thy Ruine.
Thou art now in my power, and I can teare thee
As small as Atomies, and throw thee off
Like dust before a wind: yet for I know thou art
Pupill vnto my Master, and his Minion,
And mayst hereafter with a word release me,
Here vnconstrayn'd, I vow my selfe thy seruant,
And will (acquaint me with thy purposes)
Effect them to the vtmost of my power.

Ber.

Do'st thou not this in subtiltie, to draw me out
of my Circle, and then ruine me?

Lan.

I dare as well runne on the fierie Sword that
wounds Malantha, Thama, or Sitrami.

Ber.
I doe beleeue thee:
Then be gone; yet stay, a word more:

Thinks thou my Tutor, if I should conceale this Act of
mine from him, that he would know it?

Lan.

I thinke not: for hee hath giuen mee libertie
these fiue dayes.

Ber.

Thanks Asmody: now leaue me.

Lan.

I am gone.

Ber.

I will get leaue of him to returne back vnto my
Fathers house, where I will liue, if Asmody can doe it,
inuisible.

Not farre off is a Damsell whom I loue,
But neuer yet durst tell her, nor did know it
So feelingly, as now I am remou'd.
'Tis almost day I wisht, though not for feare,
For loue ha's made me a bold Coniurer.

Exit.
Lan.
And thou wert bold indeed: but youth is desperat,
Respects not dangers, howsoe'r they looke.
I came my selfe vnto this Art with trembling,
And when I first had rays'd a Spirit vp,
My flesh me thought ran like my bloud about me,
And I sat bathed in a cold faint sweat.
But he was farre from raysing any Spirit:
He ran 'hem so disorder'd, that no Deuill,
Though he had heard him, wud haue knowne his name.
But it was my deuice, seeing him grow
To extreme Melancholy and Discontent,
To let him view these scatt'red papers thus,
That I might sound his griefe, knowing how apt
And couetous youth is of euery knowledge,
If he might learne it with a little babbling:
But this is not an Art so to be gain'd.
Ile follow him, attending still vpon him,
As if I were the Spirit he guesses me:
And if there shall be cause, Ile play my part
So well, that men shall prayse the Magick Art.