She hath a Coat as though it were Crimson, and hath a Long Little Face.

 

Kelly - He standeth as though he stood behind a desk, and preached or taught.

Gabriel - Well thou sayest, Lo our enemies are multiplied, multiply thou therefore our strength, O God. Nature is subject unto you for the name of the Lord, not as unto kings, but as unto the ministers of his eternal will, whereby your justification is settled above the works of nature already. For, behold, you participate the mercies of God through his son Christ Jesus, in us, in that we open unto you those things that have been sealed even from the just, for the which we are become slaves unto corruption, showing ourselves in divers shapes, to the dishonour of our creation. Yet are we quickened and revived, because we are become the finger of God, and you are sanctified and withal justified, because you are touched with the finger of him that reviveth all things. Therefore, rejoice, rejoice, be  joyful and sing praises unto God, and faint not, saying, Our enemies are risen up against us, yea, they are multiplied, for thus saith the Lord, and it is already spoken by the Holy Ghost.

Kelly - He maketh now great obedience or reverence.

Gabriel - Foelices sunt, quibus Deus spes est. 

Happy are those whose hope is in God. 

Kelly - He looketh now up unto a thing like a throne.

Gabriel - Et omne opus operatio Dei. 

And whose every deed is God's own. 

Kelly - Now there cometh a beam down into his head, and he is covered with a great thing like a white cloud. 

Now the stone is all on fire. Now the fire ascendeth upward, the streaming beam stretcheth into his head still.

There appeareth a little woman afar off, and she is so clear and transparent that there appeareth a man-child in her. She hath a coat as though it were crimson, and hath a long little face, and hath a strange silk attire about her head.

. . . as . . . Videtur esse uxor mea. 

It appears to be my wife. 

Gabriel - Go woman, thy grief shall be less than it hath been. 

Kelly - Habet multos tanquam parvos nigros canes post se.

What appear to be a mob of little dogs follow her.

Now goeth one and tieth their mouths with pack thread. 

Gabriel - So God useth to give a snaffle to the wicked. 

Kelly - A great wind bloweth on Gabriel.

Dee - De Angliae et meo privato statu cupio aliquid audire; tum ex pietate erga patriam, tum propter famae meae rationem. 

I would like to hear something of England and my private affairs, for the love of both my country and my reputation. 

Gabriel - Quiescite paululum et iterum venero. 

Get some rest, and I'll get back to you. 

My lord saith, let my servants sit up and take their rest (all this while we had kneeled); I will visit them forthwith in peace.

(To be continued.)