Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE.
[♦] Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.
Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
[5] Hume. Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God’s name, and leave us. [Exit Hume.] [10] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate and grovel on the earth; [♦] John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.
Enter Duchess aloft, HUME following.
[♦] Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
[15] Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;