Alb. Indeed, th' Egyptian, Ptolemy the Wise,
Pronounc'd it as an oracle of truth,
Sapiens dominabitur astris.
Who's above there? Ronca, bring down the cap,
Made in the point of Mercury being ascendant.
Here, put it on; and in your hand this image,
Fram'd on a Tuesday, when the fierce god of war
Mounted th' horizon in the sign of Aries.
With these walk as unwounded as Achilles,
Dipp'd by his mother Thetis.
Pan. You bind me to your service.
Alb. Next get the man you purpose to transform,
And meet me here.
Pan. I will not fail to find you.
Alb. Meanwhile, with sciotherical[268] instrument,
By way of azimuth[269] and almicantarath,[270]
I'll seek some happy point in heaven for you.
Pan. I rest your servant, sir.
Alb. Let all the stars
Guide you with most propitious influence.