Char. The Meridian of the Night, Sir, about the Hours of Twelve or One; but who descended, or in what Shape, is yet uncertain.
Doct. This I believe, Sir.
Char. Why, Sir?
Doct. May I communicate a Secret of that nature?
Char. To any of the Cabalists, but none else.
Doct. Then know—last Night, my Daughter and my Niece were entertain’d by those illustrious Heroes.
Char. Who, Sir, the Emperor, and Prince his Cousin?
Doct. Most certain, Sir. But whether they appear’d in solid Bodies, or Fantomical, is yet a Question; for at my unlucky approach, they all transform’d themselves into a Piece of Hangings.
Char. ‘Tis frequent, Sir, their Shapes are numerous; and ‘tis also in their power to transform all they touch, by virtue of a certain Stone they call the Ebula.
Doct. That wondrous Ebula, which Gonzales had?