Witch. It’s necessary, Son, you throw them something,
for o’re these Spirits I have no Command.
Anto. Oh, any thing; take this and throw it them;
But do release me of the fear I’m in,
And quickly solve my doubts, take all I have.
Witch. There is Gold, there is Gold to you Spirits of fire;
He does willingly offer what you do desire.
Enter first Spirit, second Spirit Ascends. After some flashes of fire they sing.
1. Spir. What Spirit did Lewis attend?
2. Spir. It was I.
1. Spir. Declare to that Lord what you know.
2. Spir. I need not, the cause he did dye
Was that truth to him known long ago.
Chor. He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, and now
For hot desires,
In endless fires
Must Live, must now forever Live with us below.
Chor. He’s dead, he’s dead, &c.