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.
Enter Norb[re]t, Russ, Pippeau.
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.