Eum. How now, Jack, what news?
Jack. Heere, maister, take this sword and dig with it, at the foote of this hill. 780
He digs and spies a light.
Eum. How now, Jack, what is this?
Jack. Maister, without this the Conjurer could do nothing, and so long as this light lasts, so long doth his arte indure, and this being out, then doth his arte decay.
Eum. Why then, Jack, I will soone put out this light. 785
Jack. I, maister, how?
Eum. Why with a stone Ile breake the glasse, and then blowe it out.
Jack. No, maister, you may as soone breake the smiths anfill, as this little vyoll; nor the biggest blast that ever Boreas blew, 790 cannot blowe out this little light; but she that is neither maide,[1129] wife, nor widowe. Maister, winde this horne; and see what will happen.
He windes the horne.