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Chorus: In guilty night, and hid in false disguise,
Forsaken Saul to Endor comes and cries:
Saul: Woman, arise, call pow’rful arts together,
And raise the ghost, whom I shall name, up hither.
Witch: Why should’st thou will me die? Forbear, my son,
Dost thou not know what cruel Saul hath done?
How he has kill’d and murder’d all
That were wise and could on spirits call?
Saul: Woman, be bold, do but the thing I wish,
No harm from Saul shall come to thee for this.
Witch: Whom shall I raise or call? I’ll make him hear. Saul: Old Samuel, let only him appear! Witch: Alas! Saul: What dost thou fear?
Witch: Nought else but thee,
For thou art Saul, alas! and hast beguiled me.
Saul: Peace, and go on, what seest thou? let me know. Witch: I see the gods ascending from below. Saul: Who’s he that comes? Witch: An old man mantled o’er. Saul: Oh! that is he, let me that ghost adore.
Samuel: Why hast thou robb’d me of my rest to see
That which I hate, this wicked world and thee?
Saul: Oh! I am sore distress’d, vexed sore;
God has left me and answers me no more;
Distress’d with war, with inward terrors too,
For pity’s sake tell me what shall I do?
Samuel: Art thou forlorn of God and com’st to me?
What can I tell you then but misery?
Thy kingdom’s gone into thy neighbour’s race,
Thine host shall fall by sword before thy face.
Tomorrow, then, till then farewell, and breathe:
Thou and thy son tomorrow shall be with me beneath.
Chorus: Oh! Farewell.
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