f ye deale freely (O my fierie Friends, As ye assure) I'le sing, and serue your Ends. Pallas: Vouchsafe thou here, inuok't Accesse; Impose thy hand upon this Fordge; and blesse All Cups these Artists earne so; that they may Looke black still with their depth; and euery way, Giue all their Vessels a most sacred Sale. Make all well burn'd; and Estimation call Up to their Prices. Let them marcket well; And, in all high-waies, in abundance sell. Till Riches to their vtmost wish arise; And as thou mak'st them rich; so make me wise. But if ye now, turne all to Impudence; And think to pay with lies, my Pacience; Then will I summon gainst your Fornace, All Hells harmefull'st spirits; Maragus, I'le call; Sabactes, Asbett, and Omadamus, Who, ylls against your Art, Innumerous Excogitates, supplies, and multiplies. Come Pallas then; and all command to rise: Infesting Fordge, and house with fire, till All Tumble together, and to Ashes Fall: These Potters selues, dissolu'd in Teares as small. And as a Horse-cheeke, chides his foming Bit So let this Fordge, murmure in fire, and flit; And all this stuffe, to ashie ruines runne. And thou (O Circe) Daughter of the Sunne; Great-many-Poison Mixer; come; and poure Thy cruell'st Poisons, on this Potters floore; Shiuering their vessells; and themselues affect With all the Mischiefes possible to direct Gainst all their Beings, vrdg'd by all thy feends. Let Chiron, likewise come; and all those friends (The Centaures) that Alcides fingers fled, And All the rest too, that his hand strooke dead (Their Ghosts excited;) come and macerate These Earthen Men; and yet with further Fate Affect their Fornace; All their teare-burst Eyes Seeing, and mourning for their Miseries. While I looke On, and laugh their blasted Art, And them to Ruine. Lastly; if, apart, Any lies lurking, and sees yet; his Face Into a Cole, let th'angrie fire embrace; That all may learne by them; in all their lust To dare Deedes Great; to see them great and Iust.