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 Forms not the mystic triangle with Jod and Zain. Cromwell.What care I for thy mystic triangle? Thou son of Cain, expound to me the meaning Of the dissevered head! Shall I be king? Tell me! Manasseh. Not so unless by miracle. Cromwell [displeased and surly. What meanest thou by that? Manasseh. A miracle— Cromwell.What miracle? Manasseh. A miracle. Cromwell. How now! Am I a miracle? Manasseh [pensively.] Perhaps. Cromwell. So then, It is the throne that you predict for me? Manasseh.I cannot change the answers of the skies. Cromwell.In heaven's name, what does the vision mean? Was it a ghastly joke devised by death? But I believe that you and all your like Are rank impostors cozening with the stars. Manasseh [gravely.]ive me thy hand, my son, and blaspheme not.

Hence away, ye fiends forsworn, Witches all, to youth reborn By a magic potion deadly, Dragons fierce, moon-elf and fairy, And the spinners centenary,