Alb. Now, since the moon passeth from Capricorn,
Through Aquarius, to the wat'ry sign of Pisces,
Antonio's drown'd, and is devour'd by fishes.
Pan. Is't certain?
Alb. Certain.
Pan. Then let my earnestness
Entreat your skill a favour.
Alb. It shall; but first
I'll tell you what you mean to ask me.
Pan. Strange!
Alb. Antonio dead, that promis'd you his daughter:
Your business is to entreat me raise his ghost,
And force it stay at home, till it have perform'd
The promise pass'd, and so return to rest.
Pan. That, that; ye have hit it, most divine Albumazar.
Alb. 'Tis a hard thing; for de privatione ad habitum non datur regressus.
O, what a business, what a masterpiece
'Tis to raise up his ghost whose body's eaten
By fish! This work desires a planetary intelligence
Of Jupiter and Sol; and these great spirits
Are proud, fantastical. It asks much charges,
To entice them from the guiding of their spheres
To wait on mortals.