racle, that, for feare
Of some ill it includes, would faine lie hid,
And rise thou with it in thy greater light!

_Thunders. Surgit Spiritus cum suis._

_Behemoth._ Thus, to observe my vow of apparition
In greater light, and explicate thy fate, 55
I come; and tell thee that, if thou obey
The summons that thy mistresse next will send thee,
Her hand shall be thy death.

_Buss._ When will she send?

_Beh._ Soone as I set againe, where late I rose.

_Buss._ Is the old Frier slaine?

_Beh._ No, and yet lives not. 60

_Buss._ Died he a naturall death?

_Beh._ He did.

_Buss._ Who then
Will my deare mistresse send?

_Beh._ I must not tell thee.

_Buss._ Who lets thee?

_Beh._ Fate.

_Buss._ Who are Fates ministers?

_Beh._ The Guise and Monsieur.

_Buss._ A fit paire of sheeres
To cut the threds of kings and kingly spirits, 65
And consorts fit to sound forth harmony
Set to the fals of kingdomes. Shall the hand
Of my kind mistresse kill me?

_Beh._ If thou yeeld
To her next summons. Y'are faire warn'd; farewell!
_Thunders. Exit._

_Buss._ I must fare well, how ever, though I die, 70
My death consenting with his augurie.
Should not my powers obay when she commands,
My motion must be rebell to my will,
My will to life; if, when I have obay'd,
Her hand should so reward me, they must arme it, 75
Binde me, or force it; or, I lay my life,
She rather would convert it many times
On her owne bosome, even to many deaths.
But were there danger of such violence,
I know 'tis farre from her intent to send: 80
And who she should send is as farre from thought,
Since he is dead whose only mean she us'd. _Knocks._
Whose there? Look to the dore, and let him in,
Though politick Monsieur, or the violent Guise.

_Enter Montsurry like the Frier, with a letter written
in bloud._

_Mont._ Haile to my worthy sonne!

_Buss._ O lying Spirit, 85
To say the Frier was dead! I