Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
False fiend, avoid!

'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'

'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'

'First of the king: what shall of him become?'

Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
That time best fits the work we ...

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
Mother Jourdain, be you ...

Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?