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But ſoſt, behold, loe where it comes againe

Ile croſſe it though it blaſt mee: ſtay illuſion, It ſpreads
his armes.

If thou haſt any ſound or vſe of voyce,

Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done

That may to thee doe eaſe, and grace to mee,

Speake to me.

If thou art priuie to thy countries fate

O ſpeake:

Or if thou haſt vphoorded in thy life

Extorted treaſure in the wombe of earth

For which they ſay your ſpirits oft walke in death. The cocke
crowes.

Speake of it, ſtay and ſpeake, ſtop it Marcellus.

Mar. Shall I ſtrike it with my partizan?

Hor. Doe if it will not ſtand.

Bar. Tis heere.

Hor. Tis heere.

Mar. Tis gone.

We doe it wrong being ſo Maieſticall

To offer it the ſhowe of violence,

For it is as the ayre, invulnerable,

And our vaine blowes malicious mockery.

Bar. It was about to ſpeake when the cock crewe.

Hor. And then it ſtarted like a guilty thing,

Vpon a fearefull ſummons; I haue heard,

The Cock that is the trumpet to the morne,

Doth with his lofty and ſhrill ſounding throat

Awake the God of day, and at his warning

Whether in ſea or fire, in earth or ayre

Th’extrauagant and erring ſpirit hies

To his confine, and of the truth heerein

This preſent obiect made probation.

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cock.

Some ſay that euer gainſt that ſeaſon comes

Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated

This bird of dawning ſingeth all night long,

And then they ſay no ſpirit dare ſturre abraode

The nights are wholſome, then no plannets ſtrike,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme