Witch sings.
Rise, arise, arise, rise and come away,
My little pretty Spirit Puncula:
What, not appear at thy Mistresses call,
I’le surely torment thee; thou shalt not suck at all.
Arise then, I say—
[Spirit within sings.
Spir. I come, I come away,
The Wind it blows hard, and forces me astray.
Witch. Let’s wait a little, he’l appear, my Lord.
Anto. Fear seizes me so fast, that all my Spirits
Retire, and leave an Ague in my Joynts.
Enter a Spirit.
Witch. Come, have you done
What I gave you in charge,
If you have, I command you to tell it at large.
Spirit sings.
As you bid, I did go to the Caverns below
Where the Spirits Inhabit that Govern the Wind.
And though in their motions they be,
And see
Far, far quicker than we,
Yet no Intelligence there I could find.
From thence, like Lightning, I shot to the Pole,
Where at a hole
I glided to the Region of the Air:
But the Spirits above
Do Mankind so love,
That they drove me from them with despair.
From thence, in a moment, to Ætna I came,
Where the Spirits of fire that Inhabit that flame:
Told me, all that I sought for they knew;
Though to Spirits of Earth,
As I am by Birth;
They’d not tell it; yet hither they flew.
And hereabouts they stay, till you pray,
And attone them with Offerings to tell your desire;
For these from of Old
Have been Lovers of Gold,
The Mettles being Govern’d by Spirits of fire.
[Exit.