And charme the fiendes for to obey your wils,
And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes.
Witch. Then Roger Bullinbrooke about thy taske,
10 And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth,
Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face,
[♦] Do talke and whisper with the diuels be low,
And coniure them for to obey my will. She lies downe vpon her face. Bullenbrooke makes a Cirkle.
Bullen. Darke Night, dread Night, the silence of the Night.
15 Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes,
Send vp I charge you from Sosetus lake,