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Scena 2.

Enter Shepheard, Caradoc, Morgan.
Cara.
Now, shepheard, are we yet within the ken
Of this fell monster?

Sheph.

Not yet, my Lord: and yet, me thinks, this place
should not be farre.

Cara.
Then here weele stay: it may be, being hungry,
The dreadfull monster now vvill seeke his prey,
And range towards vs. Come, let's walke about.

Enter old man.
Old man.
Stay, ventrous Prince, and from an old mans hand,
Receyue the meanes, that sacred heauens decree,
To rid thy Land from this perplexity.
No force of sword can conquer hellish fiends,
By blacke inchantments made to take thy life:
Thou maist with greater ease cleaue rocks asunder,
Or with thy hands breake Adamants in twayn,
Which nought but bloud of Goates can mollifie,
Then pierce the skales of this infernall Monster.
About thee take this precious soueraigne herbe,
That Mercury to wise Ulisses gaue,
To keepe him from the rage of Cyrces charmes.
This precious herbe, maugre the force of hell,
From blackest sorcery keepes sound and well.
Farewell, great Prince.

Exit.
Cara.
Thanks, gentle Father. And see, the Serpent comes.
Enter the Serpent. Caradoc shewes the herbe. The Serpent flies into the Temple. Caradoc runs after. It thunders.
Now Caradoc, pursue this hellish Fiend.
He drags the Magician out by the heeles.
Cursed Imposter, damn'd Inginer of plots,
As blacke in cursed purposes, as night,
When by your hellish charmes, she mournes in blacke
And sable vestments; tell me, thou sonne of darkenesse,
Where that Inuentor of mischieuous ills
Gloster remaynes.

Bluso.
There in that caue: but he is fled from thence,
And being frantike with the horrid sight
Of fearefull apparitions, in despayre
Runnes vp and downe these solitary Groues,
Where shortly Furies, with their diuelish haunts,
Will leade him to a sad and violent death.

Cara.
Wert thou the authour? tell vpon thy life.

Bluso,
No, Prince: for in this horrid Caue
There liues my aged mother, deepe in skill
Of Magicke Exorcismes, as the art it selfe
Exceeds the boundlesse depth of humane wit.
With her the Earle conspirde, to draw you hither
By this inuention.

Cara.
Rise, come forth, thou vgly Hagge, from thy darke
Cell.
He plucks the Witch out by the heeles.
Cousin Morgan, throw her into the flames
Of the burning Temple.

Hee carries her, and throwes her in.
Morgan.
I warrant her. By shesu, tis a hote whore.

Cara.
On this condition doe I giue thee life,
That first, if such an hellish art as this
May serue to vertuous vses, then direct
The scope of all thy skill, to ayde poore men,
Distrest by any casualty or chance,
And specially our friends.

Bluso.
This Bluso vowes to keepe inuiolable.

Cara.
Come, Cousin Morgan, Kings in this are known,
That for their subiects liues, neglect their owne.