Bel. I have been making there my magical operations, to know the event of your daughters' flight; and, to perform it rightly, have been forced to call up spirits of several orders: And there they are humming like a swarm of bees, some stalking about upon the ground, some flying, and some sticking upon the walls like rear-mice.
Mask. The devil's in him, he's got off again.
Alon. Now, sir, I shall try the truth of your friendship to me. To confess the secret of my soul to you, I have all my life been curious to see a devil; and to that purpose have conned Agrippa through and through, and made experiment of all his rules, Pari die et incremento Lunæ, and yet could never compass the sight of one of these dæmoniums: If you will ever oblige me, let it be on this occasion.
Mask. There's another storm arising.
Bel. You shall pardon me, sir; I'll not expose you to that peril for the world, without due preparations of ceremony.
Alon. For that, sir, I always carry a talisman about me, that will secure me: And therefore I will venture in, a God's name, and defy them all at once.
[Going in.
Mask. How the pox will he get off from this?
Bel. Well, sir, since you are so resolved, send off your servant, that there may be no noise made on't, and we'll take our venture.
Alon. Pedro, leave your light, and help the fellows to search the garden.
[Exit Servant.
Mask. What does my incomprehensible master mean?