_Exeunt . . . Monsieur_. A omits.

_She seemes to sound_. A omits.

151-154 _Sweet . . . enough_. A has instead:--

Sweete lord, cleare up those eies, for shame of n.o.blesse: Mercilesse creature; but it is enough.

B has three lines broken at _forehead_, _warres_, _enough_.

180 _fingers_. A, hand.

181 _comes . . . him_. Punctuated by ed.; Qq, comes my stain from him?

193 _Even . . . curst seed_. A, Even to his teeth, whence, in mine honors soile.

205-209 _papers hold . . . for it_. Omitted in A, which has instead:--

Be not nice For any trifle, jeweld with your honour, To p.a.w.ne your honor.

212 _well_. A, much.

217 _this touch_. A, my lord.

232 _But I will to him_. A, Ile attend your lordship.

234 _Meet_. A, Speake.

236 _To him . . . him_. A omits.

[ACTUS QUARTI SCENA SECUNDA.

_A Room in Montsurry's House._]

_Enter D'Ambois and Frier._

_Bussy._ I am suspitious, my most honour'd father, By some of Monsieurs cunning pa.s.sages, That his still ranging and contentious nose-thrils To scent the haunts of mischiefe have so us'd The vicious vertue of his busie sence 5 That he trails hotly of him, and will rowze him, Driving him all enrag'd and foming on us; And therefore have entreated your deepe skill In the command of good aeriall spirits, To a.s.sume these magick rites, and call up one, 10 To know if any have reveal'd unto him Any thing touching my deare love and me.

_Friar._ Good sonne, you have amaz'd me but to make The least doubt of it, it concernes so neerely The faith and reverence of my name and order. 15 Yet will I justifie upon my soule All I have done; If any spirit i'th[e] earth or aire Can give you the resolve, doe not despaire.

_Musick: and Tamira enters with Pero, her maid, bearing a letter._

_Tamyra._ Away, deliver it. _Exit Pero._ O may my lines, 20 Fill'd with the poyson of a womans hate, When he shall open them, shrink up his curst eyes With torturous darknesse, such as stands in h.e.l.l, Stuck full of inward horrors, never lighted; With which are all things to be fear'd, affrighted. 25

_Buss._ How is it with my honour'd mistresse?

_Tam._ O, servant, help, and save me from the gripes Of shame and infamy. Our love is knowne; Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writ Some secret tokens that decipher it. 30

_Buss._ What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he, Durst take into his Epimethean breast A box of such plagues as the danger yeelds Incur'd in this discovery? He had better Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach 35 Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds, Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie) The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie.

_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 c.u.m Asaroth locotenente invicto. Adjuro te, per Stygis 55 inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus Averni: adesto o 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]._

_Behemoth._ What would the holy frier?

_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.

_Cartophylax._ I will. _A torch removes._

_Fri._ Till he returnes (great prince of darknesse) Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry 90 Are yet encounter'd.

_Beh._ Both them and the Guise Are now together.

_Fri._ Show us all their persons, And represent the place, with all their actions.

_Beh._ The spirit will strait return, and then Ile shew thee.

See, he is come. Why brought'st thou not the paper? 95

_Car._ He hath prevented me, and got a spirit Rais'd by another, great in our command, To take the guard of it before I came.

_Beh._ This is your slacknesse, not t'invoke our powers When first your acts set forth to their effects. 100 Yet shall you see it and themselves. Behold They come here, & the Earle now holds the paper.

_Ent[er] Mons[ieur], Gui[se], Mont[surry], with a paper._

_Buss._ May we not heare them?

[_Fri._] No, be still and see.

_Buss._ I will goe fetch the paper.

_Fri._ Doe not stirre.