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It ſhall bee in eternall reſtleſſe change
Selfe fed, and ſelfe conſum'd. If this faile
The pillar'd firmament is rottenneſſe,
And earths baſe built on ſtubble. But come, let's on
Againſt th' opposing will and arme of heav'n
May never this juſt ſword be lifted up,
But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt
With all the greiſly legions that troope
Vnder the ſootie flag of Acheron,
Harpyies and Hydra's, or all the monſtrous bugs
'Twixt Africa, and Inde, Ile find him out
And force him to reſtore his purchaſe backe
Or drag him by the curles, and cleave his ſcalpe
Downe to the hipps.
Spir. Alas good ventrous youth,
I love thy courage yet, and bold Empriſe,
But here thy ſword can doe thee little ſtead,
Farre other arms, and other weapons muſt
Be thoſe that quell the might of helliſh charms,
He with his bare wand can unthred thy joynts
And crumble all thy ſinewes.
Eld. Bro. Why prethee ſhepheard
How durſt thou then thy ſelfe approach ſo neere
As to make this relation?
Spir. Care and utmoſt ſhifts
How to ſecure the Ladie from ſurpriſall
Brought to my mind a certaine ſhepheard lad
Of ſmall regard to ſee to, yet well skill'd
In every vertuous plant, and healing herbe
That ſpreds her verdant leafe to th' morning ray,
He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me ſing,
Which when I did, he on the tender graſſe
