SCENE II.

Rus. Come, bear up Sirs, we shall have better days, My Almanack tells me. Bub. What is that? your rump? Rus. It never itch'd in vain yet, slide la Fiske, Throw off thy sluggish face, I cannot abide To see thee look like a poor Jade i'th' pound, That saw no meat these three days. Fiske. 'Slight, to me It seems thirteen dayes since I saw any. Rus. How? Fis. I can't remember that I ever saw Or meat or mony, you may talk of both To open a mans stomach or his purse, But feed 'em still with air. Bub. Friar, I fear You do not say your Office well a dayes. Nor. Pox, he feeds With leachery, and lives upon th' exchange Of his two Eggs and Puddings with the market women. Rus. And what do you Sir, with the Advocates wife, Whom you perswade, upon your Doctoral bed, To take the Mathematical trance so often? Fis. Come, we are stark naught all, bad's the best of us, Four of the seven deadly spots we are; Besides our Leachery, we are envious, And most, most gluttonous when we have it thus, Most covetous now we want it; then our Boy He is a fifth spot, sloth and he undoes us. Bub. 'Tis true, the child was wont to be industrious, And now and then sent to a Merchants wife Sick of the Husband, or a swearing Butler That mist of his Bowls, a crying Maid Had lost a Silver spoon; the Curry comb Sometimes was wanting; there was something gotten; But now— Pip. What now? Did not I yester-morning Bring you in a Cardecu there from the Peasant, Whose ass I had driven aside, and hid, that you Might conjure for him? and then last night, Six Soulz from the Cooks wife, you shar'd among you To set a figure for the Pestle I stole, It is not at home yet; these things, my Masters, In a hard time, they would be thought on: you Talk of your lands and Castles in the air, Of your twelve houses there: but it is I That bring you in your rents for 'em, 'tis Pippeau That is your bird-call. Nor. Faith he does well, And cuts through the Elements for us, I must needs say In a fine dextrous line. Fis. But not as he did At first, then he would sail with any wind Int' every Creek and Corner. Pip. I was light then, New built and rigg'd when I came to you, Gentlemen, But now with often and far venturing for you Here be leaks sprung, and whole Planks wanting see you; If you'l new sheath me again, yet I am for you To any bog or sleights, where e're you'l send me, For as I am, where can this ragged Bark Put in for any service; 'less it be O'th' Isle of Rogues, and there turn Pirate for you. Nor. Faith he says reason, Fryer, you must leave Your neat crisp Claret, and fall to your Cyder A while; and you la Fiske, your larded Capons And Turkys for a time, and take a good Clean Tripe in your way; de Bube too must content him with wholsom two souz'd petitoes, no more Crown Ordinaries, till we have cloath'd our Infant. Bub. So you'l keep Your own good motions, Doctor, your dear self. Fis. Yes, for we all do know the Latitude Of your Concupiscence. Rus. Here about your belly. Bub. You'l pick a bottle open or a whimsey, As soon as the best of us. Fis. And dip your wrist-bands, (For Cuffs y'have none) as comely in the sauce [The Bell rings. As any Courtier—hark, the Bell, who is there? Rus. Good luck I do conjure thee; Boy look out. Pip. They are Gallants, courtiers, one of 'em is

Of the Dukes bed-chamber. Rus. Latorch, down, On with your gown, there's a new suite arriv'd, [To Norbret. Did I not tell you, Sons of hunger? Crowns, Crowns are coming toward you, wine and wenches You shall have once again, and Fidlers: Into your studyes close; each lay his ear To his door, and as you hear me to prepare you So come, and put me on that visard only.

Lat. You'l not be far hence Captain, when the Business is done you shall receive present dispatch. Ham. I'le walk Sir, in the Cloyster. [Exit. Rus. Monsieur Latorch; my Son, The Stars are happy still that guide you hither. Lat. I'me glad to hear their Secretary say so, My learned Father Russe, where's la Fiske, Monsieur de Bube, how do they? Rus. At their studyes, They are the Secretaries of the Stars, Sir, Still at their books, they will not be pull'd off, They stick like cupping glasses; if ever men Spoke with the tongue of destiny, 'tis they. Lat. For loves sake let's salute 'em. Rus. Boy, go see, Tell them who's here, say, that their friends do challenge Some portion of their time, this is our minute, Pray 'em they'l spare it: they are the Sun and Moon Of knowledge; pity two such noble lights Should live obscur'd here in an University, Whose beams were fit to'illumine any court Of Christendom.

Lat. The Duke will shortly know 'em. Fis. Well, look upon the Astrolabe; you'l find it Four Almucanturies at least. Bub. It is so. Rus. Still of their learned stuff, they care for nothing, But how to know, as negli[g]ent of their bodies In dyet, or else, especially in their cloaths, As if they had no change. Pip. They have so little As well may free them from the name of shifters. Fis. Monsieur Latorch? Lat. How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your vertues? Bub. A most happy hour, when we see you, Sir. Lat. When you hear me then It will be happier; the Duke greets you both Thus, and though you may touch no mony, Father, Yet you may take it. Rus. 'Tis his highness bounty, But yet to me, and these that have put off The world, superfluous. Fis. We have heard of late of his highness good success. Bub. And gratulate it. Lat. Indeed he hath scap'd a strange Conspiracy, Thanks to his Stars; which Stars he prayes by me, You would again consult, and make a Judgement On what you lately erected for my love. Rus. Oh, Sir, we dare not. Fis. For our lives. Bub. It is the Princes Scheam. Lat. T'incounter with that fear, Here's to assure you, his Signet, write your names, And be secured all three. Bu[b]. We must intreat some time, Sir. Lat. I must then intreat it, be as present as you can. Fis. Have you the Scheam here? Lat. Yes. Rus. I would you had Sir another warrant. Lat. What would that do? Rus. Marry we have a Doctor Sir, that in this business Would not perform the second part. Lat. Not him that you writ to me of? Rus. The very same. Lat. I should have made it, Sir, my suit to see him, Here is a warrant Father, I conceiv'd That he had solely applyed himself to Magick. Rus. And to their studies too Sir, in this field He was initiated, but we shall hardly Draw him from his chair. Lat. Tell him he shall have gold. Fis. Oh, such a syllable would make him to forswear Ever to breath in your sight. Lat. How then? Fis. Sir, he if you do please to give him any thing, Must have't convey'd under a paper. Rus. Or left behind some book in his study. Bub. Or in some old wall. Fis. Where his familiars may tell him of it, and that pleases him, Sir. Bub. Or else I'le go and assay him. Lat. Take gold with you. Rus. That will not be amiss; give it the Boy, Sir, He knows his holes, and how to bait his Spirits. Pip. We must lay in several places, Sir. Rus. That's true, that if one come not, the other may hit. Lat. Well, go then, is he so learned, Gentlemen? Fis. The very top of our profession; mouth of the fates, Pray Heaven his Spirits be in a good humor to take, They'l fling the gold about the house else. Bub. I, and beat the Fryer if he go not well Furnisht with holy-water. Fis. Sir, you must observe him. Bub. Not cross him in a word, for then he's gone. Fis. If he do come, which is a hazard, yet— Mass he's here, this is speed.

Nor. Where is our Scheme, Let's see, dispatch, nay fumbling now, who's this? Rus. Chief Gentleman of the Dukes Chamber, Doctor. Nor. Oh, let him be, good even to him, he's a courtier, I'le spare his complement, tell him: what's here? The geniture Nocturnal, Longitude At forty nine and ten minutes? How are the cardins? Fis. Libra in twenty four, forty four minutes, And Capricorn. Nor. I see it, see the Planets, Where, how are they dispos'd? the Sun and Mercury, Mars with the Dragons tail in the third house, And pars Fortunæ in the Imo Cœli, Then Jupiter in the twelfth, the Cacodemon. Bub. And Venus in the second Inferna Porta. Nor. I see it, peace, then Saturn in the Fifth, Luna i'th' Seventh, and much of Scorpio, Then Mars his Gaudium, rising in th'ascendent, And joyn'd with Libra too, the house of Venus, And [Imum] Cœli, Mars his exaltation In the seventh house, Aries being his natural house And where he is now seated, and all these shew him To be the Almuten. Rus. Yes, he's Lord of the Geniture, Whether you examine it by Ptolomeys way, Or Messethales, Lael, or Alkindus. Fis. No other Planet hath so many dignities Either by himself, or in regard of the Cusps. Nor. Why hold your tongue then if you know it; Venus The Lady of the Horoscope, being Libra, The other part, Mars rules: So that the geniture, Being Nocturnal, Luna is the highest, None else being in sufficient dignity, She being in Aries in the Seventh house, Where Sol exalted, is the Alchoroden. Bub. Yes, for you see he hath his Termin In the degrees where she is, and enjoyes By that, six dignities. Fis. Which are clearly more Than any else that view her in the Scheam. Nor. Why I saw this, and could have told you too, That he beholds her with a Trine aspect Here out of Sagittary, almost partile, And how that Mars out of the self same house, (But another Sign) here by a Platique aspect Looks at the Hilege, with a Quartile ruling The house where the Sun is; all this could I Have told you, but that you'll outrun me; and more, That this same Quartile aspect to the Lady of life, Here in the seventh, promises some danger, Cauda Draconis being so near Mars, And Caput Algol in the house of Death. Lat. How, Sir? I pray you clear that. Nor. What is the question first? Rus. Of the Dukes life, what dangers threaten him? Nor. Apparent, and those suddain, when the Hyley Or Alchorodon by direction come To a Quartile opposition of the place Where Mars is in the Geniture (which is now At hand) or else oppose to Mars himself; expect it. Lat. But they may be prevented. Nor. Wisdom only That rules the Stars, may do it; for Mars being Lord of the Geniture in Capricorn, Is, if you mark it, now a Sextile here, With Venus Lady of the Horoscope. So she being in her Exilium, which is Scorpio, And Mars his Gaudium, is o'rerul'd by him, And clear debilitated five degrees Beneath her ordinary power, so That, at the most she can but mitigate. Lat. You cannot name the persons bring this danger? Nor. No, that the Stars tell us not, they name no man, That is a work, Sir, of another place. Rus. Tell him whom you suspect, and he'll guess shrewdly. Lat. Sir, we do fear one Aubrey; if 'twere he I should be glad; for we should soon prevent him. Fis. I know him, the Dukes Kinsman, a tall man? Lay hold of't Norbret. Nor. Let me pause a little, Is he not near of kin unto the Duke? Lat. Yes, reverend Sir. Nor. 'Fart for your reverence, keep it till then; and somewhat high of stature? Lat. He is so. Nor. How old is he? Fis. About seven and fifty. Nor. His head and beard inclining to be grey. Lat. Right, Sir. Fis. And fat? Nor. He is somewhat corpulent, is he not? Lat. You speak the man, Sir. Nor. Well, look to him, farewel. [Exit Norb. Lat. Oh, it is Aubrey; Gentlemen, I pray you, Let me receive this under all your hands. Rus. Why, he will shew you him in his Magick glass If you intreat him, and but gratifie A spirit or two more. Lat. He shall eat gold If he will have it, so shall you all; there's that Amongst you first, let me have this to send The Duke in the mean time; and then what sights You please to shew; I'le have you so rewarded As never Artists were, you shall to Court Along with me, and there wait you[r] fortunes. Bub. We have a pretty part of't in our pockets; Boy we will all be new, you shall along too. [Exeunt.