Bel. Now, I must tell you, sir, you will see that, which will very much astonish you, if my art fail me not. [Goes to the door.] You spirits and intelligences, that are within there, stand close, and silent, at your peril, and fear nothing, but appear in your own shapes, boldly.—Maskall, open the door.
[Maskall goes to one side of the scene, which draws, and discovers Theo. Jac. Aur. Beat. Cam. Lop. Wild., standing all without motion in a rank.
Now, sir, what think you?
Alon. They are here, they are here: We need search no farther. Ah you ungracious baggages!
[Going toward them.
Bel. Stay, or you'll be torn in pieces: These are the very shapes I conjured up, and truly represent to you in what company your niece and daughters are, this very moment.
Alon. Why, are they not they? I durst have sworn that some of them had been my own flesh and blood.—Look; one of them is just like that rogue, your comrade.
[Wild. shakes his head, and frowns at him.
Bel. Do you see how you have provoked that English devil? Take heed of him; if he gets you once into his clutches—
[Wild. embracing Jac.
Alon. He seems to have got possession of the spirit of my Jacintha, by his hugging her.
Bel. Nay, I imagined as much: Do but look upon his physiognomy—you have read Baptista Porta? Has he not the leer of a very lewd, debauched spirit?