All which I know; and command legions
Of knowing spirits that can doe more then these.
Any of this my guard that circle me[75]
In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumes
Vast murmurs use to break, and from their sounds
Articulat voyces, can doe ten parts more
Than open such sleight truths as you require.
Fri. From the last nights black depth I call'd up one[80]
Of the inferiour ablest ministers,
And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then,