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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76792 ***
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+ • Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.
+ • Typographical errors were silently corrected.
+ • Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when
+   a predominant form was found in this book.
+ • Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).
+ • Superscripts are written using a caret (^) followed by the text
+   enclosed in braces (^{superscript}).
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                            _HURLOTHRUMBO_:
+
+                                OR: THE
+
+                             SUPER-NATURAL
+
+                         As it is Acted at the
+
+                              NEW-THEATRE,
+
+                                 IN THE
+
+                              HAY-MARKET.
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+             Written by Mr. SAMUEL JOHNSON, of _Cheshire_.
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+                _Ye Sons of Fire, read my_ HURLOTHRUMBO,
+             _Turn it betwixt your Finger and your Thumbo,
+            And being quite outdone, be quite struck dumbo._
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+                               _LONDON_:
+
+                      Printed for the AUTHOR And,
+
+          _Dublin_: Re-Printed by JAMES HOEY, and GEORGE
+            FAULKNER, at the _Pamphlet-Shop_ in _Skinner-Row_
+            opposite to the _Tholsel_, MDCCXXIX.
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                                   TO
+
+                           The Honourable the
+
+                             Lady _DELVES_.
+
+
+  MADAM,
+
+When I think of your Goodness, it gives me Encouragement to put my Play
+under your grand Protection; and if you can find any thing in it worthy
+of your Praise, I am sure the _Super-Naturals_ will like it. I do not
+flatter when I say, your Taste is universal, Great as an Empress, Sweet
+and Refin’d as Lady _Malpas_, Sublime as Lady _Sarah Cowper_, Learned
+and Compleat as Lady _Conway_, Distinguishing and Clear as Mrs. _Madin_,
+Gay, Good and Innocent as Lady _Bland_. I have often thought that you
+are a Compound of the World’s Favourites, that all meet and rejoice
+together in one; the Taste of _Montagu_, _Wharton_, or _Meredith_,
+_Stanhope_, _Sneid_, or _Byrom_; the Integrity and Hospitality of _Legh_
+of _Lime_, the Wit and Fire of _Bunbury_, the Sense of an _Egerton_,
+fervent to serve as _Beresford_ or _Mildmay_, belov’d like _Gower_. If
+you was his Rival, you’d weaken the Strength of that most powerful
+Subject. I hope your eternal Unisons in Heaven will always sing to keep
+up the Harmony in your Soul, that is Musical as Mrs. _Leigh_, and never
+ceases to delight; raises us in Raptures like _Amante Sposa_, Lord
+_Essex_, or the Sun. If every Pore in every Body in _Cheshire_ was a
+Mouth they would all cry out aloud, _God save the Lady_ DELVES! that
+illuminates the Minds, of Mortals, inspires with Musick and Poetry
+especially,
+
+                                          _Your most Humble Servant_,
+
+                                                           Lord _FLAME_.
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                                   TO
+
+                        The Right Hon^{ble} the
+
+                            Lord _WALPOLE_.
+
+
+  _My Good Lord_,
+
+I Return Thanks to Heaven, which is in you, I mean your Taste, that
+would not continue, except it was cherish’d with Vertue, that Parent of
+Eternal Love; ’tis all Palate hungers after, intellectual Food,
+Generosity, Harmony; the lofty Lines of a sublime Pen: and these
+beautiful Perfections in you, have been the Chief Support of my Play. At
+this Time there are as many fine Poets in _England_ as ever there were;
+but they will not write, because they say there is nothing encourag’d
+but Noise and Nonsense. But I believe those Bards are mistaken; for so
+long as the Lord Duke of _Montagu_, Yourself, and Mr. _Charles Stanhope_
+live, fine Poetry will not want Encouragement: tho’ I have nothing to
+boast of in my Play, but the Character of _Soarethereal_, yet you great
+Men, that shine among the Angels, did condescend to support me; and no
+one is more thankful than
+
+                                            _Your_ LORDSHIP’S
+
+                                                  _very humble Servant_,
+
+                                                  SAM. JOHNSON.
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                               PROLOGUE.
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+                         By AMOS MEREDITH, Esq;
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+                Near is my Shirt, but nearer is my Skin.
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+
+        _Rules were by Coxcombs made to cramp the Mind       }
+        By Nature free, unfetter’d, unconfin’d,              }
+        She mounts a Flame, and flies, astride the Wind.     }
+        Through boundless space wings her Celestial Way,     }
+        And Eagle-ey’d confronts the Source of Day;          }
+        Criticks begone, avant ye Sons of Clay!              }
+        To every Star its Name and Course assign,            }
+        In narrow Bounds the swelling Tides confine,         }
+        And teach the Ruler of the Day to shine.             }
+        Sluggish the servile Mule sustains the Weight;       }
+        Wolves bait the Moon because she shines so bright;   }
+        And Owls are blinded with Excess of Light.           }
+        Unchain’d by Art with true Poetick Rage,             }
+        In Buskins highly rais’d, we tread the Stage;        }
+        With Fire from Heaven, to thaw the frozen Age.       }
+        The God of Number and melodious Strains,             }
+        Triumphant drives through Empyrean Plains,           }
+        Impetuous bound the Steeds nor hear the Reins        }
+        If Soar-æthereal’s Characters too high,              }
+        For mean Conception shocks the vulgar Eye,           }
+        Let filthy Mire accuse the Azure Sky.                }
+        Diamonds to Swine are despicable Things,             }
+        Lost to the Mole the Vernal Verdure Springs,         }
+        And Adders hiss tho’_ Senesino _sings.               }
+        The Priestess speaks of him that gilds the Skies;    }
+        Behold he comes, behold the God she cries:           }
+        And swells, and foams, and rolls her frantick Eyes.  }
+        Hark to the Noise a hundred Doors around,            }
+        Spontaneous jarr, the vaulted Roofs rebound,         }
+        And Words burst forth with more than mortal Sound._  }
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                         Persons of the Drama.
+
+
+                           MEN.
+
+                           Soarethereal.
+                           Hurlothrumbo.
+                           Dologodelmo.
+                           Darony.
+                           Urlandenny.
+                           Theorbeo.
+                           Lomperhomock.
+                           Darno.
+                           Primo.
+                           Puny.
+                           Temo.
+                           Col. Countermine.
+                           Genius.
+                           Spirit.
+                           Death.
+                           _Lord_ Flame.
+
+
+                           WOMEN.
+
+                           Cademore.
+                           Sermentory.
+                           Seringo.
+                           Lusingo.
+                           Cuzzonida.
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+                            _HURLOTHRUMBO_:
+
+                                OR, THE
+
+                             SUPER-NATURAL.
+
+
+
+
+                            ACT I. SCENE I.
+
+           _Enter_ Dologodelmo _and_ Hurlothrumbo _meeting_.
+
+_Dolo._ _Hurlothrumbo_, how goes the Muse?
+
+_Hurlo._ _Dologodelmo_, have you heard the News?
+
+_Dolo._ What News?
+
+_Hurlo._ _Darno_, _Urlandenny_, and _Darony_, have coin’d their Estates
+into Money.
+
+_Dolo._ But for what reason?
+
+_Hurlo._ Certainly Treason.
+
+_Dolo._ Pray describe yourself in Prose.
+
+_Hurlo._ It will be describ’d in Blows.
+         There’s more in the Wind
+         Than the wise Philosophers can find.
+
+_Dolo._ No Storms, no Rebellions, I hope.
+
+_Hurlo._ Nothing less, ’tis Pride, curs’d Pride, but let them climb to
+fall.
+
+_Dolo._ Pride, Pride is the Serpent’s Egg laid in the Hearts of all; but
+hatch’d by none but Fools! Pray what says the King to these Adventures?
+
+_Hurlo._ Say! he says and he says not, cares and he cares not, he’s King
+and he’s no King; his high-born Soul is above the Sublunary World, he
+reigns, he rides in the Clouds, and keeps his Court in the Horizon; He’s
+Emperor of the superlative Heights, and lives in Pleasure among the
+Gods; he plays at Bowls with the Stars, and makes a Foot-ball of the
+Globe; he makes that to fly far, far out of the reach of Thought.
+
+_Dolo._ But if he despises this World, and resides in the Climes above,
+how must we fill our empty Troops below?
+
+_Hurlo._ Oh take no thought for that, for when the least Spark of the
+stifled Fire appears, then _Jupiter_, _Mars_, the King, will rise with
+all the Gods to keep the Rebels under: They’ll make Drums of the
+Elements and Skies, and beat up for Volunteers in Thunder.
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Ser._ Can you guess at the Cause of the King’s excessive Melancholy?
+
+_Sem._ ’Tis Love, all Love; in his Travels he came to the Court of
+_Spain_, where he fell in Love with _Cademore_, the King’s most
+beautiful Daughter; and _Theorbeo_, her elder Brother, is link’d in
+Friendship with _Soarethereal_. The King of _Spain_ has promis’d his
+Daughter _Cademore_ in Marriage to the King of _France_; but
+_Theorbeo_’s Passion for our Soveraign, was the Cause of his helping his
+Sister in the Escape from the Arbitrary Power of a Father, and is daily
+expected to arrive in this City: So ’tis Fear, Hope, Love is the Cause
+of his Distress.
+
+_Ser._ See, see, what frantick Man is this?
+
+_Sem._ It is my Lord _Flame_, distracted in Love with you: Fall back,
+let us hear his Soliloquy.
+
+      _Enter_ Flame, _with a drawn Sword in his Hand, throws it on
+                              the Ground_.
+
+_Fla._ Thou Key of my Soul, unlock me not, I will not die and leave her
+behind amongst corporeal Rivals; that she was dead, alive, amongst the
+purest Spirits: Oh that this too, oh too, too dear, tender fond Heart
+could yearn, and sigh no more! Constancy destroys me, Love makes me
+Heavenly, and Tears refine the Soul: as a Pilgrim I will travel till a
+Hermitage I find; I’ll mourn, I’ll wander to _Ovid_’s solitary Tomb;
+I’ll pity that poor unfortunate Man; I’ll think of her I love the most,
+and pour out my Tears upon him; there will I prostrate myself, and may I
+slumber till the heavenly Harmony wakes the sleepy dead.
+
+                                       [_Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+                   Oh! the deluding Creature,
+                   Stings me from every Feature;
+                   When you strive to gain me,
+                   You only mean to pain me;
+                   Cruel Deceiver, Heaven leave her,
+                   Let her not come above,
+                   To taste the Sweets of constant Love.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+_Sem._ Oh _Seringo_, entice not a Man to Love, except you design to
+marry: If a radiant Beam dart from the Fire of the Eye, ’twill touch his
+Inclination like Nitrous Powder, and flash through all his Veins,
+discompose his Faculties, and infect his Soul: I am sorry for this poor
+Man, ’tis dangerous to continue here, let us leave the place.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+    [_Scene changes, and discovers the King Sleeping upon a Couch._
+
+                      _Enter to him_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_King._ Oh _Godelmo_, why hast thou call’d me home to myself?
+
+_Dolo._ I came according to your Majesty’s Commands.
+
+_King._ As in Dreams the Souls of Hermits in secret Extasies are catch’d
+away by Angels, so was my Spirit in transport charm’d by the Image I
+most admire; she retreated, and at a distance gaz’d and lov’d, then
+eagerly flying to my Arms, she stifled me with Kisses; but like to Sin
+you call’d me away from Heaven. Oh! my _Cademore_, that I might die
+always thus to live with thee; for when the Fetters of Slumber have
+link’d these Limbs and the Ground together, when the Chains of Sleep
+have bound this Body to the Earth; when these Eyes, these Ears are
+insensible, I have other Eyes that see, other Ears that hear, and myself
+rejoices when myself is dead.
+
+                           [_The King sits down and pauses, then rises._
+
+_Dolo._ The Solitarys wait without, and humbly desire admittance.
+
+_King._ Do you know their Business?
+
+_Dolo._ They come with sublime Tidings from the cœlestial World, and
+will yield your Majesty pleasure through their own Simplicities.
+
+_King._ Let them appear. [_Exit_ Dolo.] These Men despise the Company of
+Mortals, and say they delight more in the Shadow of something, than to
+converse with a Nothing in Substance.
+
+                   _Enter_ Dolo. _and six Solitarys_.
+
+_Primo._ My Sovereign Lord, we think ourselves in Duty bound to inform
+you of all the Ills that threaten both your Person and your Crown, that
+seems to be surrounded by many Adversaries.
+
+_King._ How are you inform’d of this?
+
+_Primo._ In Parable Visionary, deliver’d down and explain’d in
+Hieroglyphicks.
+
+_King._ But after what manner?
+
+_Primo._ We all in one Night had the fame Vision; gazing stedfastly upon
+your Dominions, the Hills sunk down to Vales, and the Valleys rose up to
+Mountains, upon which a Giant stood, swelling huge with arroganting
+Poison; his horrid Visage reach’d the Skies, grasping a Sword in his
+Hand that flam’d from Earth to Heaven, glittering on high, and blaz’d in
+Elemental Fire, upon whose mighty Edge, Death rode triumphant: Then in
+Fury, as Lightning upon the Wing, slunk down, hissing through the Air,
+the Wind from which, blasted every Head of us, and this Head is you my
+Sovereign Lord.
+
+_King._ Did this appear to all?
+
+_Primo._ All, all, all.
+
+                                                           [_Ex. Solit._
+
+_King._ If Calamity be the Parent of Wisdom, why do the Afflicted depend
+on Dreams?
+
+_Dolo._ Your Majesty has no cause to fear.
+
+_King._ If _Hurlothrumbo_ is brave, there is no danger.
+
+_Dolo._ Was not his Courage truly try’d in _Rome_.
+
+_King._ But after what manner?
+
+_Dolo._ By the Emperor’s Imperial Command he was forc’d into the
+Amphitheatre, there to be devoured by the hungry Jaws of a Lion;
+disarm’d he enter’d, taking from his Heel his Ammunition Spur, he
+wrench’d it wide, and gripe’d it thus.
+
+                             _Enter_ Hurlo.
+
+_King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, give me a Description of the Combat.
+
+_Hurlo._ The Door of the Den was no sooner lifted up, but the Monster
+hugely rouz’d himself aloft, stalking gravely he enter’d, flinging from
+his Talons sedentary Pain, with Scarlet fiery Ogles ken’d all around;
+but when I saw the Beauty of _Greece_, my Heart was all Granade, I had
+an Army within, a Centry guarded every Pore, and this Compound of
+Elements thundred. The Lion came at me amain, with Jaws open, dreadful
+as the Mouth of Hell, he sprang aloft, I glanc’d, he mist me, then with
+rebound he turn’d, and by the Main I caught him as he flew, and over his
+Back I threw myself astride; then with my Knees I crush’d his Ribs and
+Heart together, and with my Right-hand Spur I cleft his Skull: I bruis’d
+the Pan of his Brain, till Flashes of Lightning flew swift from his
+Eyes; I stabb’d his Sight, he twisted, he grinn’d, he turn’d and loose
+he broke, bloodily blind as he was, in raging Storms, in circling
+Whirlwinds flew; his burning Heart, that swell’d with Anguish, Fury and
+Revenge; his Talons tore the Earth, rent the Flints, he gnaw’d the
+Ground, and Choler boiling over, churning Dust, Blood and Foam, he
+roar’d tremendous.
+
+_King._ ’Tis a furious Description; but how did you conquer him?
+
+_Hurlo._ My Coat I roll’d up thus, and hurl’d it to his Breast; then
+eagerly grasping the Prey, I march’d towards him, I spurn’d at his
+Heart; he reel’d, I retreated; he recover’d, I advanc’d; again I struck,
+then trembling, he disgorg’d a Flood of Gore, and stifling with the
+Stream, bolt upright he rose; I pursued my Strokes, he fainted, he sunk,
+he shiver’d, he died.
+
+_King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, ’tis bravely done; search out into all the
+World, pick the Universe, bring to me every thing that’s noble in the
+Mind, empty of Ambition and full of Greatness, that I may feast their
+Bodies and satisfy my own Soul; for when my Crown adorns the Head of a
+worthy Man, then I enjoy it, and wear it truly, in the inward Raptures
+of my Heart.
+
+_Hurlo._ ’Tis most certain the learned _Larmo_ is worthy of Honour.
+
+_King._ I know him well, he has a thousand Perfections, though in him I
+discern the Spark of Avarice, it seem’d to me like the infernal Eye of
+_Lucifer_, ’tis a Canker that encreases and infects the Mind, let no
+such Man be trusted; give me he that is like _Theorbeo_, that has
+ventur’d and lost his Crown for his Friend: Is he yet arrived?
+
+_Hurlo._ He is.
+
+_King._ Go tell him, I’ll come and rejoice in his Presence.
+
+                                                 [_Ex._ King _and_ Dolo.
+
+                    _Enter_ Urlandenny _and_ Darno.
+
+_Urlan._ _Darno_, a good Day to you, how prospers our Design?
+
+_Darn._ Far exceeding our Expectation, I’ve sold my Estate for a hundred
+thousand Pounds; it is to be return’d for the same Money, if I require
+it, in seven Years.
+
+_Urlan._ Mine is equally secured; this is a Defence against Ill, but now
+we’ll speak for thy self; I am inspir’d with a Thought that will
+overthrow the Government, that makes as strong as _Atlas_; I’ll make——
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Fla._ The Flight takes me in the Head to give you a Description of the
+War of Angels, the black ones and the white ones; now you are of the
+dark kind, but they were conquer’d.
+
+_Urlan._ How Prophetick the Man talks, as if he knew our Designs? The
+Tongues of Children, Fools and Madmen have often fortold my Fate.
+
+_Darn._ You are superstitious.
+
+_Fla._ And as I was saying, Army in Array against Army, stood solemn,
+profound, before the Cloudy Van, Expectation stood in Horrour, and
+_Satan_, with vast and haughty Strides advanc’d, came touring, arm’d in
+Adamant and Gold.
+
+                            _Enter_ Darony.
+
+_Dar._ Who do you mimick, my Lord?
+
+_Fla._ The Devil, Sir.
+
+_Dar._ I resent it.
+
+_Fla._ Draw.
+
+_Urlan._ Hold, he is repeating a Passage in _Milton_; his Wit is
+borrow’d, he’s a Moon-light.
+
+_Dar._ I’ll excuse him as a Lunatick.
+
+_Urlan._ I recommend to thee a Miss, as a Specifick to assuage this
+mighty Fever in the Brain.
+
+_Fla._ I am unstain’d, not touch’d with any black Crime, above the
+World, upon a lofty Mountain, and next Neighbour to the Sun.
+
+_Urlan._ Now condescend the Woman lies two Yards below you, go down,
+tick, toy and play with her, ’twill cool your Blood, and sweeten your
+sour Juices.
+
+_Fla._ Then how shall I ascend again to my grand Original Height? ’tis
+up Hill; Woman pulls, Nature hangs heavy upon the feeble Soul, and
+Resolutions weak; no, Conscience is an intellectual Caul that covers the
+Heart, upon which all the Faculties sport in Terror, like Boys that
+dance upon the Ice, if one cracks, another breaks, then all together
+plunge in over Head and Ears most horrid.
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Flame.
+
+_Urlan._ Pray what new Adventures at Court?
+
+_Dar._ A poor King is arrived at Court, and _Dologodelmo_ Oratorys high
+Encomiums upon the mighty _Soarethereal_, declares he’s like the
+glorious Sun, extends his Beams to all and every part of the World; and
+as he rides along the _Meridian_ Course, every feeble Plant beneath him
+is cherished, and rises up revived.
+
+_Urlan._ The Simile is not good: The Sun gives Life to the Plants that
+reside far off, but those that grow under him are burn’d, and scorch’d
+to Ashes. ’Tis plain, Foreigners are most encourag’d, and we that pay
+the Taxes receive not the Benefit of Office; _Soarethereal_ declares all
+the World are his Country-men, and he that has the greatest Soul, to him
+is the nearest a-kin: but to the Purpose, what’s to be done? The Mob of
+this City must be highly prejudic’d in our behalf.
+
+_Dar._ They are all secure to a Man; I have distributed amongst them a
+hundred thousand Pounds; let’s away to the Lord _Urme_, he will
+strengthen our Design.
+
+                                 [_Ex._ Darony, Urlandenny, _and_ Darno.
+
+
+                     SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment.
+
+                    _Enter_ Cademore _and_ Lusingo.
+
+_Lusin._ My good Lady prepare, the King comes.
+
+_Cade._ O _Lusingo_! I could longer taste the Sweets of Expectation
+dear, I’d view the beautiful œconomy of this Court, his Person at a
+distance, and Motion of his Soul, that moves and reigns in my Breast; we
+may enjoy the greatest Bliss too too soon. Was I to leave this World,
+and take my Flight to the celestial Heights, I’d first visit yon distant
+Moon; then tow’ring high I’d visit the brightest Situation of the Sun;
+then climb amazed up to the Stars; I’d taste the Sweets of every Orb,
+before I enter’d Heaven.
+
+                                                                  [_Ex._
+
+              _Enter_ King, Theorbeo, _and_ Hurlothrumbo.
+
+_King._ _Theorbeo_, thy constant Heart mourns for thy Mistress, not for
+the Loss of thy Crown; the Powers are jealous of Love like thine, and
+Heaven is only worthy of it, and only capable to make a return.
+
+_Theo._ Your Majesty talks like a separate Soul, not like one that is
+cloathed with Nature.
+
+_King._ I beg pardon, I touch your Sore; I long to attend thee to the
+Throne with a hundred thousand Men.
+
+_Theo._ I return your Majesty thanks; yet hope, that no one will venture
+his Life for me: the Life of a Friend is more than a Kingdom.
+
+_King._ Venture my Life! what is my Life? let me not pass through this
+World, the common Road to Eternity; fade away through the blasting Word
+from on high, that mingles with the Air, and makes all Men mortal; I had
+much rather surrender this Life up an offering, and die in the Service
+of some dear Friend; in Vehemency of Spirit, and Fervency of Friendship,
+I could plunge through a Flood of Fire to deliver a Friend from the Jaws
+of a Lion.
+
+_Theo._ I do believe ’tis in your Majesty’s Power to establish me upon
+my Throne; but all Nature in my Breast is chang’d; that which is Gall to
+another, is Honey to me: Life is bitter, and makes Death sweet. What is
+a Post of Honour to a Man who thinks he has enough, and has no Ambition?
+He that will be rich, must destroy Ambition; Ambition is a Monster not
+to be fed, never satisfied till he is starved out.
+
+_King._ ’Tis true, _Hurlo_; from whence proceeds Ambition?
+
+_Hurlo._ A Man’s Heart and his Bladder changes Places.
+
+_King._ And what is Honour?
+
+_Hurlo._ Honour is, and it is not; yet Honour is to be found.
+
+_Theo._ My Intellect has rang’d in pursuit of Honour throughout the
+Universe, nay, even to the Skies, but found it not.
+
+_Hurlo._ O it’s on t’other side, my Lord.
+
+_King._ O _Theorbeo_, I admire how a Man can so much despise Power?
+
+_Theo._ True Power lies in the Mind, or Strength that can sway the
+Faculties.
+
+_King._ I beg pardon for interrupting; I must beg leave to see the Lady
+your Sister.
+
+                                         [_Ex._ King, Theo. _and_ Hurlo.
+
+   [_Scene changes, and discovers_ Cademore, Seringo, _and_ Lusingo.
+
+                 _Enter_ King, _and salutes_ Cademore.
+
+_Cade._ Oh he’s here! O my Soul starts, and my Heartstrings shiver!
+
+_King._ O my _Cademore_, now I live: as that great Sun revives this
+lower World, and makes all Nature rejoice in his Presence; so you
+cherish and revive my Heart, all my Faculties rise up in Raptures: A
+thousand sublime Thoughts spring up in my Soul: Is there any thing in my
+Kingdom can yield you Pleasure.
+
+_Cad._ Every thing here is pleasing to me. _Seringo_, Let the King hear
+the musical Description of _Arsinoe_’s Dancing.
+
+Ser. _Brisk and Airy, tript with a_ Fairy _Air of Scorn,
+     Sink in the rising, all surprizing Charms adorn.
+     Swift and Gay in every Part,
+     And flies away with every Heart:
+     Return’d them back with cold Despair,
+     Which much reviv’d the jealous Fair._
+
+
+                      _The End of the First Act._
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                                ACT II.
+
+
+                    _Enter_ Urlandenny _and_ Darony.
+
+_Daro._ What News, my Lord?
+
+_Urlan._ All things are in readiness according to your desire; _Darno_
+is raising an Army in the _North_, _Lomporhomock_ is now landing in the
+_South_ with 20000 Men, and when the Tidings reach the King’s Ears,
+he’ll extend his Army to the _North_ and to the _South_; then, when his
+Forces have left the City, the 500 Men which I have hired, for what
+Purpose they know not, but exactly at two a-Clock in the Morning, each
+Man is to fire a Gun upon the House-top; this repeated three times, will
+drive every wandering Soul home to his Body, and raise him from Sleep
+surprized.
+
+_Daro._ That’s true.
+
+_Urlan._ You and I with a small Body of Men, will march through the City
+with a Shout, saying, The City is surrounded with Foreigners, Fire and
+Sword, Fire and Sword! rise, rise quickly, rise to Arms.
+
+_Daro._ That’s good; then in a moment’s time we shall be at the Head of
+100,000 Men.
+
+_Urlan._ We’ll plunder Misers Houses, distribute their Bags, hurling the
+Coin among them, like Hounds besmear’d with the blood of Prey, mount
+Resolution upon the Heart, ride furiously, Whip and Spur, and with deep
+mouth’d Tones, full Cry, and in that Vehemence of Spirit, they will
+devour a savage Lion. We’ll prejudice them against the King, lead them
+to the Court, and take possession of all.
+
+_Daro._ So farewel, my Lord; remember two a-clock.
+
+                                                    [_Exeunt severally._
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Serin._ _Sementory_, to thy Tire.
+
+_Sem._ I’m weary of Dress, pall’d with Pleasure, sick of the event of
+vain Hopes: Some say that Marriage is made in Heaven; but ’tis my
+Opinion, if all the Harlots were sent to the Grand _Turk_, there would
+be more Weddings celebrated in Heaven than there are; I perceive the
+Fire of the Men is all out.
+
+_Serin._ Very true, _Sementory_.
+
+_Sem._ They gaze upon a Woman, as they do upon a Bill of Fare after
+Dinner.
+
+_Sem._ Oh _Seringo_! where shall I find a vertuous Man, like such a one
+that I have seen, chaste, and full of Rapture? Rapture is the Egg of
+Love, hatched by a radiant Eye, that brings to Life a _Cupid_ in his
+Breast. In thy Company he’s tasteless of Food and Wine, he’s restless,
+he’s empty of Words, and full of Sighs, is in a shivering Ague chill’d;
+then in a moment rais’d by the high Fever of Love, is in extatick
+Raptures, his Opticks are like two Balls of Fire, and look as fierce as
+if he took Gunpowder-Snuff; could you love such a one?
+
+_Serin._ How gay, how free, how merry is he!
+         How full of Charms to move!
+         His Soul is full of Love.
+
+                         _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo.
+
+_Sem._ What, not a Word? sure ’tis pain to speak?
+
+_Hurlo._ My Tongue is Thought’s Midwife, and has been a gossiping all
+Night with a very fine Lady, and is not able now to perform her Office.
+
+_Sem._ The rich _Molotto_ Lady, I presume?
+
+_Hurlo._ She is rich, do you not like her for that?
+
+_Sem._ But give me the Man that’s like the Bee,
+       That flies round and round the Field to see,
+       To taste of every Herb, to chuse the Sweet, to miss the Sour,
+       He hovers and sings, and sucks the true Vertue from the Flower:
+       But the mean Soul like yours that courts for Money,
+       Is like the Wasp, will settle upon a Nettle for a little Honey.
+
+                                         [_Ex._ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+                           _Enter_ Theorbeo.
+
+_Hurlo._ The King will instantly wait upon your Majesty; but is now
+engaged in the Affairs of the Government.
+
+_Theo._ After what manner are you govern’d?
+
+_Hurlo._ Spiritually and Temporally, King, Lords, Commons, Parsons,
+Clergymen and Divines,
+
+_Theo._ What is a Parson?
+
+_Hurlo._ A Parson is——I beg pardon, the King comes.
+
+                                                    [_Ex._ Hurlothrumbo.
+
+_Theo._ _Adam_ before _Eve_ was made, longed for something he knew not
+what; I long for something more than _Eve_, I know not where.
+
+                             _Enter_ King.
+
+_King._ _Theorbo_, why meditate yon thus? that Soul of thine that came
+from Heaven, longs to leave me, to soar aloft and travel home; grieve
+not thus for a Woman, I myself am tender, yet bold; I often weep in a
+fine Lady’s Presence, but in a moment can conquer that Passion, and
+venture my Life with a Lion; can lay my Hand under the Foot of an humble
+Beggar, or take a lofty Emperor by the Nose.
+
+                         _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo.
+
+_King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, what Tidings from the World?
+
+_Hurlo._ Not any that will please your Majesty; here are some poor Men
+petitioning you for Charity.
+
+_King._ That will doubly please me; I relieve them as Men, and satisfy
+the Thirst of Compassion, at the same time, my Soul’s invested with
+sacred Pride, think I am highly honour’d, and entertain the Gods.
+
+_Hurlo._ Here is also a poor Prince sends to borrow Money.
+
+_King._ That will also please me; I receive the Borrower with more Joy
+than him that comes to pay a Debt.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Flame._ Beggars be gone, these Men sell Land upon the blue Plains; see
+what a Figure they cut, who’ll buy any? Oh you, I know you well,
+(_pointing to the King_) you are the most covetous Man in the Universe,
+you give what you have away to the Poor, that you may enjoy it all
+yourself; and when your time is to die, you’ll not leave a Farthing
+behind you to fling away. I return you thanks for the Post of Honour you
+offered me; but does your Majesty think a Soul like mine was born for
+Servitude? No; I’ll sooner be an _Alexander_ in my own Park-Pale: He
+that lives in Pleasure runs up a Score, and he that is afflicted, is
+paying Debts; this is Spirit; what has Flesh to do with that? A Coquet
+in the Soul, a Harlot for the Devil. I am a Man amazed in Love, Nature
+is hot and too much fudled with Fire; in the out-raging Jealousies of my
+Soul, I rent my Brain, and when my Rival was with her. I ran distracted
+to her Cheeks, I kiss’d, I curs’d, I bless’d, I wept, an Earthquake in
+my Breast, Thunder and Lightning in my Head, that storm’d down Tempest,
+and burst my Heart. Oh what is Woman! I am sadly in Love, I am not well;
+do kill me, O pity a Lover.
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Flame.
+
+_King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, what is thy Opinion of this Man? my prophetick
+Soul loves him.
+
+_Hurlo._ I advise him to starve himself, from a Horse to a Man; for if
+he dies at this time, he’ll be metamorphos’d into a wild _Elysian_ Colt.
+
+      He’ll cock his Tail, he’ll praunce and stare,
+      Will gallop, snort, and snuff the Air;
+      And all his Thoughts will be of——
+
+_King._ Pray tell me how does Love affect thee?
+
+_Hurlo._ When I see a Lady with a full Chest, flat Back, falling
+Shoulders, a long Neck, and a languishing Air, every Pulse beats up a
+March vehemently towards her; I touch, I muse, I am in a Trance, a
+pleasing Stupidity, Astunment, my Faculties are on fire, a Smoak rises
+in the Eyes of the Mind, Reason is deaf, the Intellect blind, my Nerves
+creep, I shiver; charm’d in Terror, the Body trembles in the Bargain of
+buying Raptures with the Soul.
+
+_King._ ’Tis not Love, it’s Temptation.
+
+_Hurlo._ ’Tis a Description of a Combat, in which all Men are conquer’d.
+
+_King._ Not so, _Hurlo_, I will speak for myself: Ambition high rose up
+in the Mind, to fight with Vertue, in the beauteous Fair; and she a
+superlative _Venus_ of the World; I was Fire, and Faculties keen; she
+was Love with languishing Retreat, but when she surrendred all to my
+Will; I struck not the Vanquish’d, but conquer’d myself.
+
+_Hurlo._ ’Twas a noble Retreat, your Majesty bravely run away.
+
+                            _Enter_ Servant.
+
+_Serv._ The Lord _Dologodelmo_ waits without to speak to your Majesty.
+
+                                  [_Ex._ Theorbeo, Hurlo, _and_ Servant.
+
+_King._ I am at leisure——From whence this Distress in my Breast of late,
+restless Nights, horrid Visions, affluster’d Spirits fly around my
+Heart; my prophetick Soul, like _Argus_, discerns Destruction
+approaching.
+
+                            _Enter_ Dologo.
+
+_Dolo._ If it be a Crime to bear ill Tidings, your Majesty’s Goodness
+will oblige you to pardon.
+
+_King._ Speak, speak _Godelmo_, thou art my Friend.
+
+_Dolo._ Lord _Darno_ has sold his Effects at home, and is now raising an
+Army in the Northern Parts of your Majesty’s Dominions; _Darony_ and
+_Urlandenny_ are set out for the South, with the same Design.
+
+_King._ Go, _Dolo._ and bring _Theorbeo_ hither to me. [_Ex._ Dolo.] Oh,
+who shall deliver me from the Contagions of Mortals! that I had been
+born in humbler State: Ye rural Shepherds, ye Companions of Angels, I
+envy you: that I could be like to you, my Ambition only to reach the Top
+of a Mountain, to lean upon my Staff, there to admire the beautiful
+Œconomy of the Universe, listen to the Linnets, Larks, and Nightingales,
+that warble forth their Praise on high; to the Sun they offer up their
+Joy: these would teach me to be grateful. Of my Lambs, that innocently
+sport all around me; of them I will learn Humility, and despite your
+Arrogance: my Dog, that scouts upon the Plain, I’ll compare him with
+you, and blush for you: he loves more, and is constant, a fervent
+Friend, will fight till Death for his Master, rises not up against him
+when he smites him; he’s grateful, he flatters not, and to your shame,
+has more Compassion; for with his Tongue he’ll heal the Wound of the
+Oppressed. Ye Rationals, learn of Brutes; and teach me to abhor Mankind.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+                  _Enter_ Theorbeo _and_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_King._ _Theorbeo_, you say your desire is to exert yourself in the War,
+I had much rather you’d stay; what say you?
+
+_Theo._ ’Tis my desire, that my Spirits may rouze and shake off these
+heavy Elements; the shining of my Soul is over-whelm’d with Clouds, I
+long to discharge this heavy Hail-storm upon the Heads of all your
+Adversaries.
+
+_King._ _Godelmo_, is there any danger?
+
+_Dolo._ There is not; when the Enemy hear the King’s Trumpet sound, it
+will be as when the Lion roareth in the Forest, every Monster’s Heart
+will tremble, and in a moment fly to their Dens for shelter.
+
+_King._ See that Draughts are made out of my Troops, 20,000 of the most
+proper Men. This moment I’ll review my Army.
+
+                                                [_Ex._ King _and_ Theor.
+
+                 _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, _out of Breath_.
+
+_Dolo._ What’s the matter now, my Lord, you seem to be out of Breath?
+
+_Hurlo._ Out of Breath! I may well be out of Breath, the Wind may well
+rise, the Conjurers are all at work, I have a Tempest in my Belly.
+
+_Dolo._ Pray let the Storms cease, and let me hear the Cause.
+
+                             _Enter_ King.
+
+_Hurlo._ Cause! Cause enough; one _Lomporhomock_, a _Dutch_ Officer, is
+just landed with 200,000 Men.
+
+_King._ Go this moment, and get my Troops in readiness, and I’ll give
+them the meeting myself.
+
+                                               [_Ex._ Hurlo. _and_ Dolo.
+
+I am rais’d above the common Height of Man, lifted up to the rattling
+Climes of Discord, where _Dologodelmo_ and _Hurlothrumbo_ rumble along
+the Sky, and says the Element begins to crack; but as the Lightning
+flies before the Thunder-clap, so shall _Darony_ fly before me, or Death
+shall swallow me up.
+
+      But yet, shall I in this tempestuous Season,
+      In furious headlong bid farewel to Reason?
+      No; in Storms all Fools are hurrican’d in Mind,
+      But Wisdom gently moves upon the swiftest Wind.
+
+To fight, and in the heat of Blood, in an Agony, drop into Eternity, and
+carry the Fire with me. O! let me not pause, let me not think, for if I
+think, Divinity will make me like a Lamb, and then persuade me to be a
+Coward; no, I’ll go and recommend
+
+      My _Cademore_’s Charms to happy Fate that sent her,
+      Then fly to War’s Alarms, and both my Lives will venture.
+
+                                                            [_Ex._ King.
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Serin._ I am all at War within.
+
+_Sem._ So much in Love with two Men! alas thy Combat will do you no
+harm; you admire _Darone_ for his Honour, and _Hurlothrumbo_’s Bravery.
+
+_Serin._ Oh advise me.
+
+_Sem._ Of all Happiness, that is the most sweet that is the nearest to
+us; Riches lie in the Purse, Love in the Heart: never marry for Honour,
+or Title; Fame is always at a distance; the Man I love is near. What is
+Fame? a Word; that Word is Wind, the humming of a Bee: but when I sleep
+by the Man I love, no Wind can come to me.
+
+                      _Enter_ Flame, _and sings_.
+
+_Sem._ So, my Lord, your Aid is required at the Wars.
+
+_Flam._ I’ll fly from the War, Love and War always jar; there is no Calm
+in Love and War; let my _Seringo_ live with me, then farewel Honour,
+farewel Care.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+
+                      _The End of the Second_ ACT
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                ACT III.
+
+
+                _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo _and_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_Dolo._ _Hurlothrumbo_, are you ready to mount?
+
+_Hurlo._ ’Tis confounded dark, must we not stay for the King?
+
+_Dolo._ No; the Princess _Cademore_ will not hear of his going to the
+Wars; at the Sound of the Word, she faints, sinks and dies away.
+
+                                                           [_Exit_ Dolo.
+
+        _Enter_ Servant _with a Letter, delivers it, and Exit_.
+
+                                                     [Hurlo. _reads it_.
+
+_Hurlo._ Oh ’tis from _Darony_! _Make me the next Man to the Crown, if I
+desert the King_; how can I do that? Why did he not ask me to murder my
+dearest Friend, curse the Deity, or debauch a Man’s Wife, and separate
+their Souls eternal? _It will preserve a great deal of Blood_, that’s
+true. _So long as_ Theorbeo _stays, thy Honour wears like a Garment_:
+may be so; I’ll consider of this.
+
+                                                          [_Exit_ Hurlo.
+
+                    _Enter_ Darony _and_ Urlandenny.
+
+                                             [_Guns fire at a distance._
+
+_Daro._ They’re punctual to the time.
+
+_Urlan._ True, my Lord.
+
+_Daro._ This is the Place we’ll fix our Standard; now the Guns are
+discharg’d, the Men from every end of the City with a Shout will come to
+this Place, and stir not you an Inch till _Lomporhomock_ enters the
+City. Who comes there?
+
+                             _Enter_ Temo.
+
+_Temo._ A Friend and Servant of thine.
+
+_Urlan._ What is thy Name, and thy Business here in the Dead of Night?
+
+_Temo._ My Name is _Temo_; as to my Business, ’tis secret.
+
+_Urlan._ You are the famous Inchanter; can you tell us what Adventures
+will happen, the cause of the Guns firing thus early?
+
+_Temo._ ’Tis the first Volly of a mighty War; this Morning exactly at
+two the Battle will be rehears’d first in the _Elysian_ Fields.
+
+_Urlan._ Is it not possible for me to see it?
+
+_Temo._ ’Tis possible.
+
+_Urlan._ Accept of this Purse of Guineas; let me see, the time is now
+expired.
+
+                       [Temo _stamps, a Spirit rises up, and gives him a
+                           Talisman_.
+
+_Temo._ You shall, my Lord; hold this firm to your right Eye: tell me
+what you see.
+
+_Urlan._ I see the _Elysian_ World, ’tis light as Noon of Day, and all
+us Mortals act in yonder Climes: I see myself, I see _Hurlothrumbo_;
+_Hurlo_ kisses a Lass; the Spirits smile; I stir my Hand, it moves
+yonder. _Mars_ stands in the Element, and beholds the People; they
+divide, and make two separate Armies; Death stalks among the Croud,
+marking his own Appointed. Oh! he makes towards me! oh! he’ll touch me;
+take it I’ll see no more.
+
+                   [_A shout behind the Scenes, Fire and Sword! Fire and
+                       Sword! rise quickly._
+
+_Daro._ This is _Puny_’s House, the Miser, break it open.
+
+_Urlan._ Forbear, forbear he’ll rise and open the Door; fall back, he
+comes.
+
+_Daro._ I’ll go head the Mob, break open the King’s Treasury, and
+satisfy their Thirst with Gold; then will I take possession of his
+Person, and his Crown.
+
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+                             _Enter_ Puny.
+
+_Puny._ Oh bless me! Fire and Sword! I shall not live three Minutes! if
+my trembling Limbs permit me, I’ll kneel, I’ll pray Heaven preserve my
+poor Soul; these Villains will come in a moment, and take every Penny of
+my Money; I desire I may be forgiven all my Sins. These Rogues are
+coming, they’ll rob me, take my Plate, and break my Windows: O sweet
+Heaven forgive me all my ill-dreamt visionary Lewdness! If they come, I
+shall never purchase _Kemp_’s Estate, but buy a Coat of Arms, and a
+Patent for my Son.
+
+                     _Enter_ Urlandenny _and_ Temo.
+
+_Urlan._ So old _Gaddecar_, you’re at Prayers, cry aloud, thy Deity is
+deaf, with your squinting Soul that kens both Earth and Heaven; fling
+your Bags into the Elements, then will you look straight upright: Be
+gone, what hast thou to do in this World? What dost thou mean?
+
+_Puny._ I mean to be the Root of a Family.
+
+_Urlan._ If the Root be Avarice, what will the Body, Branches, Leaves
+and Fruit be? Twenty Generations must pass away, before thy Seed can be
+refined so far, as to produce a Gentleman.
+
+_Puny._ Is not Gold a Gentleman, a Person of Quality? What makes a
+Gentleman?
+
+_Urlan._ Education, Honour, and Generosity; add to a fine Gentleman
+Love, Resolution, Taste; a Person of Quality has all these Perfections,
+and is discerning, with a sublime Thirst in the Soul; a longing to
+reward Merit; fervent to serve the meanest, and punctual to his Word;
+his Blood is double and treble refin’d; he’s full of Heaven; a Sunfire;
+a Light that quenches all the Flame of Nature; he lets himself down to
+converse with great Men and Angels, that are in Intellect but three
+Inches high.
+
+_Puny._ Cannot a new-born Gentleman have all these Perfections?
+
+_Urlan._ No, your Upstarts are huge, and tall, converse with a Prince of
+the Air, and their Nostrils are full of the Devil.
+
+                                                  [_Ex._ Pun. _and_ Tem.
+
+                      _Drums beat. Enter_ Darony.
+
+_Dar._ Now, my dear Friend, all is secured, the King is in Chains.
+
+_Urlan._ What Drums are these?
+
+_Dar._ _Lomperhomock_, the _Dutch_ General.
+
+                         _Enter_ Lomperhomock.
+
+My Lord _Lomperhomock_, you’re welcome to Court.
+
+_Lom._ I wish you much Happiness of your Crown, when it is secured.
+
+_Dar._ I hope there is no Danger.
+
+_Lom._ ’Tis my earnest Desire that you will instantly execute the King;
+for while he’s living, all his Friends will rouse up like Lions, but
+when they hear he’s dead, ’twill greatly oppress their Souls.
+
+_Dar._ He shall instantly be executed.
+
+_Lom._ Then I’ll march in Pleasure, and meet his Army.
+
+                                          [_Ex._ Urland. Dar. _and_ Lom.
+
+               _The Scene changes to the King in Prison._
+
+_King._ I would ask Relief of Heaven, though ’tis in vain, when all the
+eternal Infernals are turn’d out loose upon me, to pour out their
+flaming Cataracts of mighty, limited Revenge.
+
+                         _Enter_ Lomperhomock.
+
+_Lomp._ Pardon me, oh King, I am come to inform you, at Six a-Clock this
+Morning is your appointed Time to die.
+
+                                                            [_Ex. King._
+
+_King._ Let them strike me, let these Clouds pass away; let them break
+the Sky within me, that I may truly see, enter Orbs like the Sun; see
+Spirits, Angels, and the radiant Fields: but what is that to a Man in
+Love, a Man whose Heaven’s here? Oh my _Cademore_, who can bear the
+Pangs of parting! since we must part, ’tis death to live.
+
+                           _Enter_ Cademore.
+
+_King._ O Executioner art thou come, bring to me a Taste of Torment, a
+Rack of Nature, like Heaven’s Vengeance, to afflict my Soul? Still thou
+art my Friend, and something more than Woman, my Prospect-Glass to
+Paradise; thou Emblem of Eternity; oh how great’s my Thought of Heaven,
+whilst my Eyes are fix’d on thee! For if the way to live with you, lay
+through the Shades of Misery, to lodge in tremendous Caves of Darkness,
+one single Thought of thee would fill Obscurity full of Light, and make
+it like a Palace adorn’d with Diamonds: but now, oh now, what is my
+Hope, a Man is never destitute of Hope; but my dear Expectation, my
+Spring of Life, is now become the Sting of Death: for every Thought of
+thee shoots through my Heart; and at a Sight of thee, oh ye Goddess!
+that I could love thee less, and Heaven more.
+
+_Cad._ I am sorry I encrease your Grief, I come in hopes to mitigate
+your Pain; for every Sigh that proceeds from you, pursues me, and
+ecchoes in my Breast.
+
+_King._ That I believe, it must be so; ’tis so in Love, ’tis so in
+Musick, ’tis so in Souls; the fine in Raptures sympathize with cœlestial
+Joys, revived by all their Unisons in Heaven; but to free thee from
+Pain, I’ll think no more of Life below, but fly to nobler Thoughts, and
+pursue my Hopes in Happier Climes.
+
+_Cad._ Cease not to vent your Grief for my Relief, ’tis my Delight to
+share with you in Suffering; but rather wish that all may be fixed on
+me, that I may take them to some gentle Stream, and then to lay me down
+to stifle all in Waves; and there, oh there, let my Spirit expire.
+
+_King._ Nay, no more of that, if thou be my Friend, hate me, be lewd, be
+infamous, that I may banish thee; oh let me banish thee from every
+Glance of Thought, that I may take my Sleep, my lasting Sleep in Peace.
+
+_Cad._ Name not that to me.
+
+_King._ Name not what?
+
+_Cad._ Your Death, my Lord.
+
+_King._ ’Tis Death to resign up thee, to yield thee into others Arms; oh
+my _Cademore_, be a Virgin still, for if you marry, you part from me,
+and make me jealous in Eternity.
+
+_Cad._ Let no Thought of that arise, the Pangs of your Death will always
+smart in me, keep me from all and every Thought of Man.
+
+_King._ The Pangs of my Death smart in thee, there is no pain in Death,
+the Sound of your Words is Musick to my Soul, and makes the ever-living
+Youth rejoice, and leap for Joy, being ripe for birth, desires to go to
+Life; but this Body, this timorous Mother Earth; alas she shivers, and
+dreads the Hour of her Travail, but when that Midwife Death in Life
+shall give me Birth, Oh! may it be in that Kingdom where thou in long
+Eternity shall shine; and if my Happiness be no more than what I
+conceive in thee, and that to last for ever, then let the World say I am
+nothing, I am dishonourable, the Crown of my Head is dropped from the
+Kingdom of my Body, so that I may say I live with thee, but when we
+part.
+
+_Cad._ O my Soul!
+
+_King._ O Heaven!
+
+_Cad._ Oh Angels!
+
+_King._ Burst Heart, and let me fall.
+
+_Cad._ Oh Death! quickly to my Aid.
+
+_King._ Oh my _Cademore_, live!
+
+_Cad._ If it must be so, come visit me after Death.
+
+_King._ Oh how can I promise that? If this great Sun should refuse his
+Heaven, and slide from Orb to Orb, leave the Elements, prostrate himself
+on the Earth, fall a Victim at thy Feet, it would only serve to surprize
+and fire thy Heart; blind thy mortal Eyes; and lest the Garment of the
+Intellect be thus incomparable and Glorious, make me not promise, for if
+I promise, ’twill make me uneasy in Heaven, ’till I perform my Word; but
+if I can entreat to thy Guardian Saint, then I’ll attend thee all the
+Day, hover and settle upon thy Pillow all the Night, where I’ll converse
+with thee in Visions, and when thy Time is full done, I’ll wait and
+watch the closing of thine Eyes, and then will I catch away thy Soul in
+a Divine Transport; with Cœlestial Wings we’ll soar to the Lofty
+Mountains in the Clouds, when they shall dissolve like a Bed of Down;
+our inward Hearts shall kiss each other in Love, in Extasy, and then
+we’ll fly away together from all Adversity.
+
+                       [Cademore _faints, and is carried off the Stage_.
+
+      Oh my Soul stealeth from me.
+      Clippeth and hangeth upon thee.
+
+                                                      [_King lies down._
+
+                  _Enter_ Theorbeo. _The King rises._
+
+_King._ Oh _Theorbeo_, I perceive there is an End of Hope; it was my
+fear they would conquer thee, and bring thee to this Place of Adversity.
+
+_Theor._ It is not so, my Lord, I have left your Troops in trusty Hands,
+and am come here, that you may make your Escape in my Habit; and by that
+Time you have reach’d to the Army, I being a Stranger, will pass the
+Centry again, and come to your Majesty.
+
+_King._ ’Tis an inspired Thought, we’ll put it in Execution.
+
+                    [_The King dresses himself in_ Theorbeo_’s Clothes_.
+
+Oh _Theorbeo_, grieve not, every Sigh of thine, will make my Heart to
+weep Drops of Blood; consider a small Affliction by chance may happen;
+but these great Calamities, must proceed from something Great; and if
+so, it is Philosophy to rejoice.
+
+_Theor._ But Nature conquers Philosophy, and is a match for Divinity: I
+am sometimes at wars with my Will, whether to fly to Sin for Refuge, or
+to Heaven for Relief.
+
+_King._ My Lord I’ll haste away, and in one Hour expect to see you
+again.
+
+_Theor._ When I think you’re safe, I’ll follow.
+
+                                                            [_Ex. King._
+
+                     _Enter_ Dologodelmo _guarded_.
+
+O _Godelmo_, what brings thee to this Place of Misery? Speak quickly,
+though I dread to hear.
+
+_Dolo._ May all the Ills that are preparing in the Elements, be dash’d
+on the Head of _Hurlothrumbo_, that I might die, and my Soul join with
+his Adversary; I’d fly swiftly with the Ball, and direct it to his
+inward Heart.
+
+_Theor._ Curse him not; has he deserted you?
+
+_Dolo._ We no sooner entered the Field, but he joined the Adversary; may
+Heaven pour down upon him the bitter Blessings, the Honey Curse, the
+gilded Pill, that satisfies Desire, and infects the Mind; give him
+Riches, and make him love them, then will he be abhorred of Men, the
+Spirits, the Angels, and the Gods: may a proud Sign appear in his Face,
+that he may be a Tavern for Devils to riot and banquet in; let him
+pamper Nature, feed high, to destroy his Taste; so blind all the
+Beauties of the Mind; then will his hungry Pleasure devour up all the
+eternal Treasure of his Soul.
+
+_Theor._ _Godelmo_, let thy Passion cease.
+
+_Dolo._ O pardon me, I must be alone, and burst my Heart with sighing.
+
+                                                            [_Ex._ Dolo.
+
+_Theor._ O that Heaven would erect an Altar where Man might sacrifice
+himself an Offering; then surely the Blood of great Men would dye the
+Spring, the Rivers, and the Seas. O my Soul is full of Calamity, and my
+Heart is sore with Sorrow.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Fla._ Just now my Rival is with her; I tremble thus in the solemn
+Gloom, the Noon of Night; my wakeful Soul can find no rest, but from a
+jealous Dream I start, I rise amazed, in the Face of the Elements, bow,
+sigh, and think of Sorrow; I wonder what the Moon thinks of me. Oh when,
+oh when, shall Time and Sorrow cease! Surely _Cupid_’s Dart is the Sting
+of Death; oh dear Death, oh how I could hug thee. What Sign is it when a
+Man’s Heart is broken?
+
+_Theor._ That he is in love.
+
+_Fla._ Come, do, let you and I weep together, and pour out all the sour
+Anguish of our Souls: Women are cruel Creatures; tho’ I could kiss her a
+thousand thousand Times; oh ye inconstant Wretch, yet I will press my
+Check to thine, weep, sigh, and part Eternal; Oh!
+
+      Oh you dearest Creature,
+      Heaven is seen in every Feature
+      Is there no such thing, as learning Charms to move?
+      No, no, no, ’tis Gold and Honour makes the Fair to love:
+      Angel, ’tis in vain, if you come like a Swain,
+      With all your Harps and Arts, and Sweets to please from _Jove_.
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                ACT IV.
+
+
+                      _Enter_ Bellman _and Sings_.
+
+      Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn!
+      Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below,
+      You what’s most pleasing know,
+      No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet
+      It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep;
+      But if I chance to wake you with my Bell,
+      Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well;
+      And if you please her, as you ought to do,
+      She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Sem._ I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my troubled
+Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld all Nature in
+Confusion, the City in Uproar, the Brave in Distress; Spears of Fire,
+fighting in the Elements; the King’s Solitaries scrambling up the lofty
+Hills, by the Light of the Moon; they prostrated themselves on the
+Ground, and invoke Heaven for good towards their Master.
+
+_Ser._ I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want of
+Sleep.
+
+_Sem._ Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning _Cademore_
+intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d before _Darony_,
+her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him passionately in Love with
+her; yet chear up thy self, and still have hopes; when a Woman has a
+mind to gain a Man, she may study his Constitution, and what he likes.
+
+_Ser._ Oh _Sementory_, I have had cruel Dreams.
+
+                         _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo.
+
+_Hurlo._ Ladies, what are you upon now?
+
+_Sem._ Dreams my Lord.
+
+_Hurlo._ Can you interpret, Madam?
+
+_Sem._ You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord.
+
+_Hurlo._ As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought myself
+mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of _Arabia_,
+where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a stormy, tempestuous
+Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove them furiously over
+the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and all the dreadful
+Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a Moment surrounded
+with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which should devour me
+first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the Element opened her
+fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning and Hail; all the
+Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling down upon my Head, and
+how I came into my Body, I know not.
+
+_Sem._ You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this prognosticates
+you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose your Mistress.
+
+_Hurlo._ This is my Mistress; _Darony_, my Rival, is dead in Love to
+thee; since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry
+Sounds; you must part.
+
+_Ser._ Part, and never meet no more:
+
+      How can I bear to see that gloomy Day,
+      No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away,
+      In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain,
+      And never think of Man again.
+
+                                                  [_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser.
+
+                             _Enter_ Primo.
+
+_Hurlo._ Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day?
+
+_Primo._ I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master _Darony_.
+
+_Hurlo._ He will be here instantly, and desires you will be Counsel to
+him, as you was to _Soarethereal_.
+
+_Primo._ When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am
+fervently so to my Soveraign.
+
+                            _Enter_ Darony.
+
+_Hurlo._ Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are
+departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and
+all Nature seems to rejoice; _Phœbus_ till now hath ceas’d to shine upon
+the foggy Globe for many Weeks.
+
+_Dar._ This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that water
+and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from his
+Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly smiled upon
+me.
+
+_Hurlo._ _Primo_, what thinkest thou of that?
+
+_Primo._ When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of Humility;
+I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the Brow, and
+begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an outstretch’d
+Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft diminutive, that
+she may shine among the Stars.
+
+_Hurlo._ Mr. Humility, your humble Servant.
+
+_Primo._ Every one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition
+will not be granted.
+
+_Dar._ Art thou a Petitioner?
+
+_Primo._ In the Name of _Soarethereal_ I am, who fervently desires the
+Life of _Theorbeo_.
+
+_Dar._ He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn a
+mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of
+burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in
+Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the
+Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above,
+let _Phœbus_ cease to shine, or _Theorbeo_ cease to live.
+
+_Primo._ Then he must not live.
+
+_Dar._ No, he shall not live.
+
+_Primo._ Oh how Men condemn themselves!
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Primo.
+
+_Dar._ Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman; not but I
+feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it under, lest it
+should appear to the World.
+
+_Hurlo._ That’s true, my Lord.
+
+_Dar._ I am inform’d _Soarethereal_ is in a Wood with 20000 Men, and
+designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there present at
+the Slaughter.
+
+_Hurlo._ There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded with 60000
+Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your Armour.
+
+_Dar._ Then I’m at peace within; yet _Cademore_ still runs in my Mind:
+let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent to marry,
+I’ll force her.
+
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+                           SCENE, _a Prison_.
+
+      _Enter_ Theorbeo, _and_ Dologodelmo _looking on his Watch_.
+
+_Theor._ Our Time is almost expired.
+
+_Dolo._ I think this Finger is like the Dart of Death, upon the Figure
+of Twelve sits my Life; Oh how it steals to sting!
+
+_Theor._ Those are melancholly Thoughts, think not of Death, but of
+Life, or of any thing that will divert thee most.
+
+_Dolo._ When I think my King is in misery, and _Darony_ upon his Throne;
+when the Noble suffer, and Miscreants are blest, then my Faculties
+within me rejoice; there is a secret Thought in that, which revives my
+very Soul.
+
+_Theor._ A small Offence unthrones the Noble, but infamous Actions raise
+a Tyrant.
+
+                    _Enter Guards and Executioner._
+
+_Theor._ After what manner must we suffer?
+
+_Dolo._ In the Room of burning glass.
+
+_Theor._ Then what means this Executioner?
+
+_Dolo._ If the Sun destroys us not, as he rides along the Meridian
+Course, by this Man we must be slaughtered.
+
+_Offic._ My Lord, your Time’s expired; Guards attend here.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Fla._ But hold, I’m come to give you a Description of your happy Flight
+to the _Elysian_: Your Neck’s no sooner laid to the Block, but the
+Stroke’s given; immediately your Soul begins a March through all the
+Elements: in the Body first, you’re confin’d five Minutes in the Regions
+of Fire, amazed, amidst the verdant green Climes of Water and Air; you
+pass then heavily through the solemn Gloom of Earth; you go, you faint,
+the Soul bows, farewel to Nature; you fall into a dark, black Slumber, a
+Trance; and when the Spirit touches you upon the Elbow, you wake
+surpriz’d in a World of Light; there you see _Shakespear_, _Milton_,
+_Homer_, sprightly, alert, alive, flying swiftly through the radiant
+Climes, to visit the Wits of every Generation; the Rich, Poor, the
+Merry, Mournful; the pamper’d, hungry Souls are there. Alas, the Scene
+is chang’d, you’ll not pity them; Queen _Eliz._ is in her Hut, selling
+of fry’d Fritters; _Pompey_ and _Alexander_ carry Charcoal to feed her
+Fires; the Great Mogul, the Czar, the grim Bashaw, the Emperor, the
+Grand Turk and _Cæsar_, are scrambling for the Drops of the Pan, and as
+they are wont, are scuffling for Trifles, till it raises their
+inextinguishable Rage to Loggerheads, cutting, flashing, carbonading
+_Nero_’s Buttocks; nay, they’re all fighting in Blood up to the Ears,
+and there is the Devil to do amongst them.
+
+                                                          [_Exit_ Flame.
+
+_Theo. Dologodelmo_ farewell.
+
+_Dolo._ Our Time is come to part.
+
+_Theo._ Farewell, my Lord farewell, this World is all Departure; Oh that
+I could appoint a Place to meet thee after Death; yet through the
+ranging of my Soul at Liberty, I’ll surely ken thee afar; methinks I see
+thee shine upon the brightest Mountain in the highest Orb, stretching
+forth thy self, and pluming thy immortal Wings, preparing to take thy
+everlasting and eternal Flight; and when we meet to part no more, may
+all our Song be Love, in Divine Tranquility.
+
+_Dolo._ This lofty, sublime Speculation, proceeds from your own Virtue,
+not from my Merit; for if the Work of this Life, makes a Garment for the
+Soul, mine will be stain’d with Avarice, Debauchery and Revenge; you are
+Innocent: O Innocence! thou only Traveller to Heaven, farewell for ever.
+
+                                                                  [_Ex._
+
+
+                            SCENE, _a Wood_.
+
+                  _Thunder and Lightning. Enter_ King.
+
+_King._ What a Smell of Sulphur is here? Was ever Day like this? surely
+all the Infernals are rising up in Arms, in Thunder, Lightning, and
+Hail; the Air’s in a Flame; I think my self in the Sun, expecting every
+Moment to be dissolv’d, and Conscience smiles.
+
+                                                            [_Ex._ King.
+
+       _A_ Genius _descends in a Cloud, and_ Death _enters upon a
+                            pale-dun Horse_.
+
+_Death._ Thou Genius of the King, confront me not.
+
+_Genius._ Oh Death, thou long-liv’d Mortal, say for what art thou come,
+thus proudly aloft, and hieroglyphick mounted?
+
+_Death._ To Wars, Victory, Revenge, with Stings from _Lucifer_ my
+imperial Grandfather; I drive my Parent Man from Nature; I’ll die, be
+born again, and pursue him in Eternity.
+
+_Genius._ Thus when Man commits a Crime, he creates a Fiend to fight
+against him: remember thou Toad of Hell, all the Elements that compound
+the Nature of Mortals, are now conspiring against thee.
+
+_Death._ Discord horrid!
+
+_Genius._ Thou Off-spring of Sin, that is, of that Nature that will draw
+upon it all the eternal Vengeance of Heaven!
+
+_Death._ Thou mak’st me tremble.
+
+_Genius._ Tremble thou, when yon marble Sky shall rent, flashing swift
+as the Lightning glimpse away; when crimson Elements appear, and Fury
+rides on flaming Winds, and spreads himself abroad, deep in the Bowels
+of this Globe shall wake, nay twice ten thousand Thunders, renting the
+rocky Mountains, and hurling Kingdoms to the Sky; Cataracts of Fire, and
+purple Storms shall rage, and hurricane thy infernal Soul.
+
+_Death._ Discord horrid!
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Death.
+
+                             _Enter_ King.
+
+_King._ Man, what is thy Business here to interrupt my Solitude?
+
+_Genius._ I follow the Oppress’d, where I often find Relief.
+
+_King._ What is thy Name?
+
+_Genius._ My Name is secret, I was Tutor to a young Man, and when I
+corrected him to cure Pride, he resisted and rose up against me, and for
+that Reason I have left him for a Season.
+
+_King._ And will Calamity cure Pride?
+
+_Genius._ Behold yon pamper’d high-fed Colt, unoppress’d, at ease,
+unbroke, he leap’d his Mounds, and sported all abroad; he saw a Lamb, a
+Nightingale, a Dove; he started, snorted, and bridled with Disdain, with
+twisted Neck and cocking Tail, with bended Knee he bounds away,
+disdaining all he sees; but now his Back is stain’d with Saddle-marks,
+his Mouth is gaul’d with Bridle-bit; and he that despis’d the Lamb, the
+Dove, the Nightingale before, now is tam’d, and feeding with a Goose and
+Boar.
+
+_King._ Alas! I pity thee; here is all the Money I have, and this Ring;
+’twas given me by one I most admire.
+
+_Genius._ But why do you give me all?
+
+_King._ I am distress’d my self, and design to ask Relief of Heaven.
+
+_Genius._ I will speak of thy Generosity, and force my Words to the
+highest Heaven; Angels will love and long for thy coming on high; rapp’d
+with thy Fame will wing away, warbling as the Swift, to meet thee in thy
+flight.
+
+                                                          [_Ex._ Genius.
+
+_King._ From whence this inward Joy, as if the Musick of the Spheres,
+and heavenly Song, penetrate the Sky, and eccho in my Soul.
+
+                            _Enter_ Officer.
+
+_Offic._ I am inform’d from the City, that _Darony_ has taken Possession
+of all, and is now crown’d, and the People greatly rejoice:
+_Lomporhomock_ and _Hurlothrumbo_ are come down with an Army of 60000
+Men, and threaten in a Moment to destroy you and your Troops.
+
+                                                         [_Ex._ Officer.
+
+_King._ The excessive Storm blows up the Fire of my Soul, and makes me
+long to fight; every String of my Heart is firm, is stony as the Lion’s
+Nerve; it rises in my Breast, it leaps, it yearns; Oh great is my
+Desire! I am all athirst, not for the Blood of my Adversaries, but for
+the Freedom of my Friends.
+
+                            _Enter_ Officer.
+
+_Offic. Theorbeo_ is at the Place of Execution; he desires to be
+interr’d under his Statue in the Grove, that if you ever come to your
+Kingdom, you may sometimes walk and think of him.
+
+                                                        [_Exit_ Officer.
+
+_King._ Oh when shall this Dramatick World be done! but yet with me
+indeed it is. Oh when shall the End of all Things come! When shall the
+Musick of the Spheres break out! like Trumpets found Alarms, and Thunder
+in Bases roar? Oh when shall the glittering Crouds of Angels tread the
+Stages of the Sky, to sing the Chorus at the End of Time! Sing, oh
+Chant, with Sounds to metamorphose Man; and make me, oh make me any
+thing but what I am!
+
+                            _Enter_ Officer.
+
+_King._ Why do you pause?
+
+_Offic._ I fear to speak.
+
+_King._ Speak, for I dread not to hear; this Moment I will fight and die
+with my Army.
+
+_Offic._ The Princess _Cademore_ is now forc’d in Marriage to _Darony_.
+
+                                                        [_Exit_ Officer.
+
+_King._ O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every thing
+that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress, and my Friends? Rise
+up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul;
+oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the Elements
+depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in tender Pity
+gaze upon me!
+
+                            _Enter_ Officer.
+
+_Offic._ The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either fight
+or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands.
+
+_King._ Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [_Exit_ Officer.] Yet hold,
+20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great Courage or Contrivance,
+tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten Cowards in Armour; I have
+also heard of the _Grecian_ Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to
+overcome by Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll
+give them to drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and
+Bitterness of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in
+the Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of
+a Dragon.
+
+      With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes,
+      To every Part the Sulphur flies;
+      The Wings extend, the thorny Points display,
+      The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day:
+      The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws,
+      Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes;
+      Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies.
+      Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break,
+      With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake:
+      And if one Part should chance to fail,
+      I’ll prick him on with speary Tail.
+
+
+SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment.
+
+                    _Enter_ Cademore _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Cad._ See who comes here?
+
+_Serin._ ’Tis the Lord _Flame_.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Flame._ My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and mounts my
+Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the lofty Oaks,
+splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing World!
+disgrace the noble _Oliver_, and say, that he is Gunpowder-maker to the
+Devil; and that _Lucifer_ reads the Scriptures, that he may plead
+against Mortals. See, see those two glow-worms how they glitter; these
+are _Cleopatra_’s radiant Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body,
+ambitious to vie against the Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom,
+those heaving Monsters fire me; oh that I was a Child again, that I
+might suck!
+
+                                                          [_Exit_ Flame.
+
+_Cad._ I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper approach
+my Brain.
+
+               _Enter_ Darony, Cademore _turns from him_.
+
+_Daro._ Dear Lady fly me not, stay and hear me speak; _Ovid_’s Words in
+_Bonon_’s Sound, cannot describe the Passion of my Love.
+
+_Cad._ Cruel Man, follow me not; if you love me, do not augment my
+Torment.
+
+_Daro._ I am come with Comforts to feed the distressed Soul, I love.
+
+_Cad._ What in me, do you admire?
+
+_Daro._ Your Person, Madam.
+
+_Cad._ They are Brutes that marry Bodies; the Mind is all that can be
+loved; the other is a Desire proceeds from Nature vicious, urged by Food
+and Wine: Live low, and you’ll not love me.
+
+_Daro._ Oh ’tis in my Soul, I admire the Mind!
+
+_Cad._ Then if you converse, you enjoy; what can you ask for more?
+
+                 _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, _and a_ Parson.
+
+_Hurlo._ Come along, Sir, the King will make you a Bishop.
+
+_Daro._ My Love, my Life, my Fire, to thee shall all be given;
+        I’ll make thee taste of earthly Joys, and fetch thee down from
+           Heaven:
+        A Power that will without controul,
+        Knock down all the Centrys of the Soul.
+
+Sir, perform your Office.
+
+                                              [_Speaking to the_ Parson.
+
+_Par._ Madam, are you willing to be married?
+
+_Cad._ I am not.
+
+_Hurlo._ Never mind that.
+
+_Par._ ’Tis my Sovereign, and I must obey.
+
+           _Enter_ Flame, _with Pistols, and a drawn Sword_.
+
+_Fla._ This Dagger will I heat red-hot in the crimson Blood of _Darony_,
+with which I’ll spear the Heart of _Seringo_, that Weather-cock; I’ll
+raise it upon some Pinacle or Spire; it shall ever whirl about with
+every Blast; myself I’ll dissolve into Air; I’ll make the stormy Winds
+to blow, the petty Breezes shall have no Power; but I’ll reign King of
+Tempest.
+
+_Hurlo._ My Lord, can I serve you? Do you please to accept of
+Assistance?
+
+_Flame. Hurlothrumbo_, what hast thou done with _Seringo_, hid her in
+thy Belly? Speak, in a moment speak, or I’ll rip it open, and let her
+out.
+
+_Hurlo._ O no! ah hold! oh pray give me leave, and I’ll answer you!
+
+_Fla._ Speak! quickly speak! or like a Griffin stuff’d with Fire and
+Gunpowder, I’ll blow thy Limbs and Stings to every Part of the Globe!
+
+_Hurlo._ Oh ye Powers inspire me with Madness, that I may answer him in
+his own Language! [_Aside._] If you please to let us go, my Lord, we’ll
+this Moment mount her upon the Back of the Sun; in the mean while, you
+get a stradling upon the Moon, there you’ll be mounted aloft, and ride
+after her, spur and whip, whip and spur, and you’ll be sure to overtake
+her in the Eclipses; there you’ll be clapp’d together, Face to Face, one
+upon another; and all the World will shout and say, he has her, he has
+her, he has her! huzza!
+
+                [Darony, Hurlothrumbo, _and the_ Parson, _shout and Ex._
+
+_Fla._ Ride on, Lightning, to perform, or I’ll drive you on with
+Thunder.
+
+_Serin._ Dear Lady keep him in Discourse, for your own Security.
+
+_Cad._ My Lord, you seem to be in Distress, is it in my Power to assist
+you?
+
+_Fla._ No; my Soul, like a Jocky, is mounted and riding his eternal
+Race; I have slackned the Reins of Nature, and the Beast pulls, is
+pampered with too many Beans and Oats, and is running away with me to
+the Devil.
+
+                                            [_Exit_ Flame _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Cad._ Pity! I have heard of Pity, surely Pity now is banish’d from the
+Earth, and all the Spirits of Love are lock’d up fast in Heaven. Was I
+once free from this miserable Cave of Nature, I think I could deny
+myself even of Paradise, to fly about within this lower World, to cure
+all the Sick, and heal the Broken-hearted: If there be a Maid on Earth
+whose Grief is like to mine, O ye sublimer Genius of the Air! in tender
+Pity direct her here to me, that I may lay my Face down to her Feet, and
+wash them clean with Tears; then will I rise, and gaze, and give her all
+that’s mine, that Generosity may please my Soul, and Love will rise up
+in my Heart, and conquer all my Grief.
+
+                    _Enter_ Seringo _and_ Sementory.
+
+_Sem._ I am full of sympathetick Confusion; there is nothing to be seen
+upon the Terrass, but Flashes of Lightning, flying through Clouds of
+Gun-powder Smoak.
+
+_Cad._ Oh I tremble!
+
+                            _Enter_ Servant.
+
+_Serv._ _Hurlothrumbo_ is taken Prisoner, and the _Dutch_ Horse begin to
+fly.
+
+                                                        [_Exit_ Servant.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Flame._ The King has gain’d the Victory; I’ll fly to the _Elysian_
+Fields, and provoke them all to dance.
+
+_Serin._ Shall I go with you, my Lord?
+
+_Flame._ Oh! no, _Seringo_, Coquets can never alarm me.
+
+                                                              [_A Song._
+
+      _I’ll to the simple Fair incline,
+      Constant Love, full of_ Jove, _all divine,
+      All, all, all divine, she’s rais’d, touch’d, rap’d, and only mine:
+      O lead me, lead me to one like thee!
+      Yet mighty Fate from happy State,
+      Leads us all from Ruin,
+      Through jealous Discords oh,
+      And parting worse than Death, Death, oh._
+
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+_The End of the Fourth Act._
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                                 ACT V.
+
+
+               _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, _in Prison guarded_.
+
+_Hurlo._ Leave me alone, let me vent, let me pour out the inveterate
+Anguish of my Soul; I see there is nothing impossible; no, does not this
+World turn round without Spit or Jack, and roast before the Fire in the
+Elements ’till all her Fruits are ripe to eat? If this be so, all things
+are rul’d by the same Power, and there is nothing impossible. Stand
+still ye Globe, let there be but one Season, scorch or starve the
+Universe: Come a little nearer, oh ye Sun, and burn all mortal Race, or
+keep thee farther off, and starve them soon to Death; oh that all
+Mankind might perish with myself!
+
+                    _Enter_ Lomporhomock, _guarded_.
+
+_Hurlo._ My Lord _Lomporhomock_, you’re welcome to your new Habitation.
+
+_Lom._ ’Tis a cold Place.
+
+_Hurlo._ Yes; you had us’d to stew your Lungs up in Claret all Night,
+and the next Morning skim the Pot with a Pipe of Tobacco; but a little
+cold Water must now suffice: I wish I had the scourging of thy _Dutch_
+Buttocks.
+
+_Lom._ Is there any Hopes of Liberty?
+
+_Hurlo._ Nothing more sure than that; they’ll first make thee dance the
+stripping Dance.
+
+_Lom._ How is that?
+
+_Hurlo._ They’ll first take this Stone Cloak off thy Shoulders; thy
+Clothes off thy Back; then strip thy Body of thy Soul, and send it into
+its own Country stark naked, and a good Journey to you.
+
+_Lom._ Rather a good Dream.
+
+_Hurlo._ This World is all a Dream, an Outside, a Dunghill pav’d with
+Diamonds; but to you and your cursed Army nothing can compare,
+
+      Except I hunt the Woods, to find a Savage Boar:
+      No sooner he his Adversary sees,
+      But rouses up from Luxury and Ease;
+      His Heart and Eyes, was in Surprize, and both at Civil War,
+      And all his Passion backward flies, and flames into the Air,
+      Then from his Jaws did Foam descend, as tho’ he fear’d no Evil;
+      The Tail, the Tusks, the Bristles stood an end, as if he’d fight
+         the Devil;
+      But when with Spear, the Foe drew near, to shout for happy Day,
+      His Ears let fall, and drooping all, cry’d _Boh!_ and run away.
+
+                                                           [_Exit_ Lomp.
+
+                             _Enter_ Primo.
+
+_Hurlo._ Honourable Sir, and greatest Comfort in Adversity, ’tis my
+fervent Desire to know what Pleasure we shall enjoy in the _Elysian_;
+for now all my Hopes are there.
+
+_Primo._ Has your Pleasure been intellectual, in which the Body has no
+share?
+
+_Hurlo._ I have had very delightful Dreams, all Spirit and Love; but I
+must needs say, the Body did share in the Pleasure, and Woman has been
+all the Delight of my Life.
+
+_Primo._ Look up, my Lord; you see yon Marble Sky, thro’ that is the Way
+you are to pass; then you come to a Scarlet Flame, that Flame compounds
+the Nature of Woman, and if that Part of Woman has dissolved thee here,
+how shalt thou be able to march thro’ the fiery Element, on which a
+Woman is made; no, it cannot be, you will descend, you’ll yearn to your
+old Delights, and visit the Virgins in the Night.
+
+_Hurlo._ That’s good.
+
+_Primo._ Then will you haunt melancholy Tombs, and visit _Hurlothrumbo_
+in his Solitude; invite him to a Banquet of Raptures: but alas, he’ll be
+indispos’d, and so desire to be excus’d.
+
+_Hurlo._ That’s blank; may I not fly amongst my old Friends, and noble
+Officers? will they not honour me as a Person of Quality?
+
+_Primo._ Every Man is honour’d according to his Colour and Brightness;
+your common Souls are like dissolved Allum, pour’d in clear Water; these
+are not able to converse with the Sublimes, nor Gloworm shine before the
+Sun.
+
+_Hurlo._ I hope they’ll not rob me of my Honour, that his Majesty has
+bestow’d upon me: they’ll call me Lord, will they not?
+
+_Primo._ Words are not the Language of the Place, ’tis Musick, Motion,
+Hieroglyphick, Dress.
+
+_Hurlo._ Tell me how shall I converse with _Brutus_, I long to see him:
+By what shall I know him?
+
+_Primo._ _Brutus_ is in Scarlet; his Heart shines like a Star, and his
+Right hand is black.
+
+_Hurlo._ What, for Murder! then I shall be black all over; now be
+sincere, and let me know your Opinion of my Case.
+
+_Primo._ Then answer me, can you love a Friend more than a Mistress?
+
+_Hurlo._ No.
+
+_Primo._ Are you mov’d with Sounds? do they drive Venom from your Soul,
+and make your Blood run cold?
+
+_Hurlo._ No.
+
+_Primo._ Are you affected with sublime Prose; do your Nerves creep, and
+your Veins shiver?
+
+_Hurlo._ No.
+
+_Primo._ Then you’ll enter into the Shades like a Cow in an Opera,
+terrify’d with Delights; she lows and interrupts; she gallops to those
+Climes, where is most Grass, and a Bull.
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Primo.
+
+_Hurlo._ May be live in my Dream, upon the Desarts of _Arabia_, hurl’d
+about with stormy Tempest, in Thunder, Lightning and Hail; be pursued by
+Dragons, Wolves and Tygers; then fly to my Body for shelter, and find
+the Door shut. Oh most horrid! oh, what has brought me to this unhappy
+Place of Misery? it was in pursuit of Honour.
+
+      Honour, like the lighted Meteor in the Air,
+      She leads the midnight Traveller astray,
+      Forsaken by the Light, the Sun and Day;
+      Thro’ Brambles, Briers, Hedges, Ditches,
+      The _Ignis fatuus_ the Fool bewitches.
+      Thus stimulated, the glimmering Light deceives him,
+      Leads him to a miry Bog, then vanishes and leaves him:
+      Thus I do roul and wallow in the Mire of the Mind,
+      Not one Moment’s Ease to my Soul can find;
+      Shine oh Sun, my Life to me restore,
+      And thee for _Fatuus_ I’ll forsake no more.
+
+                                                           [_Ex._ Hurlo.
+
+                      _Enter_ King, _and Officer_.
+
+_King._ Here I parted with _Theorbeo_; ah he is gone, he is banish’d
+from the Earth; oh now my Body hungers for the Ground, as my Soul is
+a-thirst for Heaven; I will go visit him in the Dust, whilst Sorrow is
+desirous to vent, lest I rejoice at the Sight of _Cademore_, and forget
+my Grief for my Friend. The Fatigue of this Day has been very great;
+what can strengthen these trembling Nerves; quench and compose these
+flaming Spirits?
+
+_Offic._ Sleep.
+
+_King._ Oh, what can make an afflicted Mind to sleep?
+
+_Offic._ Harmony.
+
+_King._ ’Tis true; whilst I visit _Theorbeo_, get the Performers in
+readiness; let the Musick be _Astartus_, ’tis the Language of Angels,
+the Eccho of Heaven; and who shall declare the Sense to Mortals? Those
+Sounds inspire the Intellect, and strengthen the Soul; they animate and
+arm the Mind; raise to the highest Œconomy of the Universe, and lure me
+quite from Care; then finely turning the Keys of Paradise, they waft me
+from Orb to Orb, and make me, thro’ divine Opticks, see, the radiant
+Splendors of bright shining Worlds.
+
+                                                [_Ex. King and Officer._
+
+                 [_Musick plays solemn. The Scene discovers_ Theorbeo_’s
+                     Statue in a Grove_.
+
+                             _Enter_ King.
+
+_King._ I could lay me down, and dissolve my Body by thee, and make my
+Soul to swim away to thine in Floods of Tears: Oh _Theorbeo_, thy Body
+was inhabited once by all things fine, Faculties that rous’d aloft
+within, ready to heave up the Sky, and force themselves to Heaven; full
+of an humble Grandeur, Resolution, Ambition divine, that mighty he, that
+wings the Soul: ’tis impossible that so much Greatness should ever cease
+to live; oh here let me stay, till thy Breath of eternal Raptures, shall
+descend from Heaven in Harmony; when thy bright Spirit, like the Sun,
+shall glance from the Sphere, I’ll leap up in Extasy, and meet thee in
+the Air; when we descend, I’ll stand to pause, to gaze, admire, rejoice
+and weep; I’ll parry thy Beams, run into thy Rays, and clasp thee in my
+Arms; if I become blind; but now sleepy Nature calls to rest, and as our
+Bodies slumbering sympathize, may our Souls in extatick Visions meet.
+
+                                 [_Enter_ Seringo _and sings, and Exit_.
+
+                  _Enter_ Theorbeo _and_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_Theor._ She resembles the Guardian Angel of a Man, when his Pupil to
+_Pluto_ and to Vice is given; then just like her, he sings, he mourns,
+and sends the Muse to Heaven.
+
+_King._ Now have I pass’d my _Cademore_’s World, and enter _Theorbeo_’s
+Kingdom; is it thus we pass from lasting Sleep, and wak’d to Life by a
+Choir of Angels? This inimitable Sound makes all my Nerves to creep; the
+chanting Harmony thrills my Veins; the superlative Sweetness of the
+Musick raises me from the Dust of Death.
+
+                                          [_He rises and sees_ Theorbeo.
+
+Oh _Theorbeo_, I am like a Cœlestial inspired Man, my Heart is full of
+Love, and overflows with Joy; is it lasting, or will it vanish? To-day
+or ever? Momentary or eternal? declare those blooming Thoughts; a Pearl
+and Heavenly Mystery lodge within thy Eyes, ripe with Anity, appris’d
+with Tidings from on high; oh tell to me the Case of separate Souls; or
+in the Rapidity of thy Career, catch me away in a divine Transport, I
+long to touch thee; may I touch thee?
+
+_Theor._ Yes, you may.
+
+_Dolo._ Will your Majesty give me leave to explain the Mystery?
+
+_King._ Speak _Godelmo_, for I long to hear.
+
+_Dolo._ The King was no sooner enter’d the Room of Burning-Glass; but it
+scorch’d his very Soul; crying out aloud to Heaven, with fervent
+Oraison, the Sun seem’d to start, and vail’d his Face with Clouds; for
+when he reflected on what was done, he mourn’d and wept, he wetted all
+the World with Tears: when we were both releas’d from our Chains, he
+drew the Vesture from his Eyes, and smil’d on all the Earth.
+
+_King._ Oh _Theorbeo_, methinks I see the Angel, that pitches his
+Pavilion round thee, leave thee and march to the higher Regions of the
+Air, then rise up with his glittering Glory, and eclipse the Sun; O
+_Theorbeo_, I celebrate a Dunelmo in my Heart, and all the Faculties of
+my Soul are banqueting on high Delight.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Fla._ The Centry of my Actions is just reliev’d; my new Companion, and
+a good Conscience, revive my Vitals, chuck my Heart under the Chin; and
+all the Strings strike up a Rit-a-te; every Faculty is trickling down
+with Transports.
+
+_Sings._ I gaze in Transport charm’d,
+         My Soul’s with Love alarm’d.
+
+                                                                  [_Ex._
+
+                               _A SONG._
+
+                     _Scene changes to the Court._
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Sem._ See here comes the King; Calamity prepares a Man to receive a
+Petition; _Dolo_ will tell him the Cause of our coming.
+
+                          _Enter_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_Dolo._ I have inform’d the King that you have a Petition to his
+Majesty; he’ll instantly pass by, and speak to you; see where he comes!
+
+                                                            [_Ex._ Dolo.
+
+                             _Enter_ King.
+
+_Sem._ Pray my Sovereign Lord hear us, let Pity move; the meanest of
+Kings pardon small Offences, and the mightiest of Kings may stand in
+need of Mercy; your Majesty knows that Greatness is seen more in a Man,
+when Mercy exerts in Lowliness, than when he rides in Fury, upon
+red-wing’d Thunder to revenge.
+
+_King._ Rise up, I’ll hear no more, I can guess at what you’ll say.
+(_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser.) My Enemies are the Rod of Heaven, that seldom
+ceases to torment: How mean a thing it is for Men to beg that Life, that
+is in the Hands of the greatest Adversary? No, they cannot live, their
+Breath would infect the Air, who would turn loose Dragons, Wolves and
+Tygers, I am not safe upon my Throne; yet Wisdom, in the highest
+Philosophy, tells me I am fate? for if there be a Power above, I am the
+Shadow of that Power below; and if so, not all the Power of my
+Adversaries, and all the furious Infernals, can stir a Shadow the
+Breadth of a Hair, except they have power to move the Substance. I
+cannot bear to have an Enemy; if I destroy these Men, they go down to
+the Dust unconquered: I never knew a Temper, not of the most inveterate
+kind, but I could conquer it, and force the Man to love me. When
+Ambition, Revenge and Passions rise, then Reason strengthens, and Love
+stands up and demands a Parly; and when my vanquish’d Adversary stands
+before me, it is equal to me whether I strike or kiss.
+
+                                                                [_Exit._
+
+                    _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
+
+_Sem._ _Darony_ is very desirous to live, he’s much in love with Life;
+the King is now in _Cademore_’s Apartment; she may soften his Mind, and
+make him full of Compassion: _Darony_ deserves no Pity. Oh _Seringo_,
+what was you in love with, when you admir’d that Mortal?
+
+_Ser._ Not with the Man, but his Title.
+
+_Sem._ Well, we Women are not worth a wise Man’s Observation; our
+graceless Pride, and covetous Ambition, makes us always poor, and
+tasteless; were we humble as the purest Spirits, discerning as the
+Watchers above; we should admire Merit, then find Happiness, and be as
+rich as Hermits: you’ll never prosper for your Cruelty to the Lord
+_Flame_.
+
+_Ser._ That’s my fear.
+
+_Sem._ See, here he comes; ’tis Vertue creates Love, Love Fire, and Fire
+confin’d creates Madness; but give vent, and all shall be well.
+
+_Ser._ I will, _Sementory_.
+
+                             _Enter_ Flame.
+
+_Fla._ What! not marry’d yet?
+
+_Sem._ No; Angels are jealous of the Sublime in Ladies, prevent and
+preserve us from rude Men; for they destroy the Beauty of the Mind, as
+Time and Thought do the Body.
+
+_Fla._ O _Seringo_! that thy Heart was Steel; ’tis Sand upon which I
+wrote all my Perfections, but every little Wind makes an Alteration, and
+blows the Impression quite away.
+
+_Sem._ Make way; see here the King comes!
+
+                                 [_Ex._ Flame, Sementory, _and_ Seringo.
+
+                      _Enter_ King _and_ Cademore.
+
+_Cad._ Oh! tell me, how did you bear the Pangs of Parting?
+
+_King._ When I heard that you was married to another my Soul sigh’d
+within me; it mourn’d, it griev’d, I perceiv’d a Tear of Blood to
+trickle down, and drop from the Bottom of my Heart; then Reason rouz’d
+within me, with celestial Wings I soar’d, I flew to my Aid aloft, I
+sigh’d, I bow’d sublime, and wept.
+
+                  _Enter_ Theorbeo _and_ Dologodelmo.
+
+_Dolo._ The vanquish’d Traitors are come to appear before your Majesty.
+
+_King._ Can you bear to see any thing in distress?
+
+_Theo._ I must own my Soul is apt to sympathize.
+
+_King._ ’Tis so with me; when I see the Wound of a Man, that Part of me
+trembles; and thro’ viewing a Cripple, have been seiz’d with Lameness.
+How Thoughts rise up and plead to strengthen Mercy! telling me I am a
+Judge, my own Eternal highly honour’d, myself appears before myself, to
+receive from myself my irrevocable Sentence.
+
+      _A Shout behind the Scenes. Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, Urlandenny,
+                             _and_ Darony.
+
+_King._ Here comes _Hurlothrumbo_ in Hieroglyphicks; pray the meaning of
+this comical Dress?
+
+_Hurlo._ ’Tis a dumb Confession of my Guilt, ’tis an Index to my Heart;
+black and yellow without, wild and foolish within.
+
+_King._ ’Tis true; though I have never known a Coward honourable, I have
+seen a stout Man a Villain; the Love of Gold will overthrow the greatest
+Heart: thou hast conquer’d a Lion, deceiv’d a Madman, and cunningly
+escaped from Death, but now——
+
+_Hurlo._ Oh now let me live that I may be all divine, and so out-wit the
+Devil!
+
+_King._ _Darony_, what have you to ask?
+
+_Dar._ Life, and Pardon for my Offences.
+
+_King._ As the Optick through the Lid discerns the Light; so through the
+Eye of the Intellect, methinks I see your separate Souls strolling sad
+through the intricate Windings of _Elysium_: I pity you all as poor
+unfortunate Men; _Darony_, I will not take from you that Life which
+Heaven has given, but will give thee Riches to satisfy the Thirst of thy
+Ambition. Why do you pause?
+
+_Dar._ Oh what an Alteration in the Mind! your Generosity is at Wars
+within, and knocks down Avarice, Cruelty and Pride in me, I am in love
+with your Greatness, and hate myself; I myself will punish your
+Offender, [_stabs himself_] Oh! loose me, ’tis not finished.
+
+                                                      [Dol. _holds him_.
+
+_King._ See, is the Wound mortal?
+
+_Dol._ ’Tis not, my Lord.
+
+_King._ Unarm him, take him hence, he shall not die. _Hurlothrumbo_, so
+long as thou art cloathed in that like Garment, thou shalt live, thou
+shalt never appear in Scarlet any more, to deceive Mankind.
+_Urlandenny_, I remember what good thy Father perform’d in our Family,
+therefore I will not separate thy Soul from thy Body, but will give thee
+Liberty.
+
+_Urlan._ Oh how Heaven exerts in Nature! Great and noble Man, every
+Tongue shall speak of thee, their Words shall mingle with the Winds, to
+fly and sing through all and every part: those Sounds rebound from Sky
+to Sky, and Eccho’s ring in every Heart; and when that Cloud thy Body
+shall pass from the Sun, thy Soul, that Sun, shall shine throughout all
+Worlds: the diminutive Spirits will in Amazement stand, for thy
+exceeding Glory will eclipse their Sight: Fear and Trembling on their
+vital Hearts will seize, they’ll drop to the Earth as Leaves in Autumn
+fall; the mortal Stars will not presume to gaze, but in thy Presence
+veil their Faces all.
+
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+                                _FINIS._
+
+           --------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                               EPILOGUE,
+
+                                   BY
+
+                              Mr. _BYROM_.
+
+
+                         Enter _Hurlothrumbo_.
+
+      _Ladies and Gentlemen, my Lord of_ Flame
+      _Has sent me here to thank you in his Name;
+      Proud of your Smiles, he’s mounted many a Story
+      Above the tip-top Pinnacle of Glory:
+      Thence he defies the Sons of Clay, the Criticks;
+      Fellows, says he, that are meer Paralyticks,
+      With Judgments lame, and Intellects that halt,
+      Because a Man outruns them——they find fault.
+      He is indeed, to speak my poor Opinion,
+      Out of the reach of_ critical _Dominion._
+
+                           [Enter _Critick_.]
+
+_Adso! her’s one of ’em._——Cr. _A strange odd Play, Sir_;
+
+                           [Enter _Author_, pushes _Hurlothrumbo_ aside.
+
+Au. _Let me come to him——Pray, what’s that you say, Sir?_
+
+Cr. _I say, Sir, Rules are not observ’d here._——Au. _Rules,
+    Like Clocks and Watches, were all made for Fools.
+    Rules make a Play? that is_——Cr. _What, Mr. Singer?_
+
+Au. _As if a Knife and Fork should make a Finger._
+
+Cr. _Pray Sir, which is the_ Hero _of your Play?_
+
+Au. _Hero! why they’re all Heroes in their way._
+
+Cr. _Why here’s no_ Plot! _or none that’s understood._
+
+Au. _There’s a Rebellion tho’; and that’s as good._
+
+Cr. _No Spirit nor Genius in’t._   Au. _Why didn’t here
+A_ SPIRIT _and a_ GENIUS _both appear?_
+
+Cr. _Poh, ’tis all Stuff and Nonsense_——Au. _Lack-a-day!
+    Why that’s the very_ Essence _of a Play,
+    Your Old-House, New-House, Opera and Ball;
+    ’Tis_ NONSENSE, Critick, _that supports ’em all.
+    As you yourselves ingeniously have shown,
+    Whilst on their Nonsense you have built your own._
+
+Cr. _Here wants——Wants what! Why now for all your canting,
+    What one Ingredient of a Play is wanting?
+    Musick, Love, War, Death, Madness without Sham,
+    Done to the Life, by_ Persons _of the_ Dram:
+    _Scenes and Machines, descending and arising;
+    Thunder and Lightning; ev’ry thing surprizing!_
+
+Cr. _Play, Farce, or Opera is’t?_ Au. _No matter whether,
+    ’Tis a_ REHEARSAL _of ’em all together.
+    But come Sir, come, troop off, old Blundermonger,
+    And interrupt the_ Epilogue _no longer._
+
+                           [_Author_ drives the _Critick_ off the Stage.
+
+    Hurlo _proceed_——
+
+                       Hurlo. _Troth! he says true enough,
+    The Stage has given rise to wretched Stuff:
+    Critick, or Player; a_ Dennis, _or a_ Cibber,
+    _Vie only which shall make it go down glibber;
+    A thousand murd’rous ways they cast about
+    To stifle it——but Murder-like——’twill out.
+    Our Author fairly, without so much Fuss
+    Shews it—in_ puris Naturalibus;
+    _Pursues the Point beyond its highest Height,             }
+    Then bids his Men of Fire, and Ladies bright,             }
+    Mark, how it looks!——When it is out of Sight.             }
+    So true a_ Stage, _so fair a Play for Laughter,
+    There never was before, nor ever will come after:
+    Never, no never; not while vital Breath,
+    Defends ye from that_ long-liv’d Mortal _Death.
+    Death!——something hangs on my prophetick Tongue,
+    I’ll give it utterance——be it right or wrong_:
+    Handel _himself shall yield to_ Hurlothrumbo,
+    _And_ Bononcini _too shall cry_——Succumbo.
+    _That’s if the Ladies condescend to smile:
+    Their Looks make Sense, or Nonsense, in our Isle._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76792 ***
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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76792 ***</div>
+  <div class='front-matter'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_i'>i</span>
+
+    <h1 class='ebook__title'>
+      <span class='text-xxl mt-xxl-1rem'><i>HURLOTHRUMBO</i>:</span>
+      <span class='text-l mt-l-1rem'>OR: THE</span>
+      <span class='text-xxl mt-xxl-1rem sc'>Super-Natural</span>
+    </h1>
+
+    <div class='text-l mt-l-1rem'>As it is Acted at the</div>
+    <div class='text-xxl mt-xxl-1rem'>NEW-THEATRE,</div>
+    <div class='mt-1em'>IN THE</div>
+    <div class='text-xxl mt-xxl-1rem'>HAY-MARKET.</div>
+
+    <div class='ebook__space--section'></div>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div>
+      Written by Mr. <span class='sc'>Samuel Johnson</span>, of
+      <i>Cheshire</i>.
+    </div>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div class='nofill'>
+      <div>
+        <i>Ye Sons of Fire, read my</i>
+        <em class='gesperrt'><span class='sc'>Hurlothrumbo</span></em>,
+      </div>
+      <div><i>Turn it betwixt your Finger and your Thumbo,</i></div>
+      <div><i>And being quite outdone, be quite struck dumbo.</i></div>
+    </div>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div class='mt-2em'><i>LONDON</i>:</div>
+
+    <div class='mt-1em'>Printed for the AUTHOR And,</div>
+
+    <div class='nofill mt-1em'>
+      <div>
+        <i>Dublin</i>: Re-Printed by <span class='sc'>James Hoey</span>,
+        and <span class='sc'>George</span>
+      </div>
+      <div class='ml-2em'>
+        <span class='sc'>Faulkner</span>, at the <i>Pamphlet-Shop</i> in
+        <i>Skinner-Row</i>
+      </div>
+      <div class='ml-2em'>
+        opposite to the <i>Tholsel</i>, MDCCXXIX.
+      </div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_iii'>iii</span>
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i003.png' alt=''>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title mt-1em'>
+      <span>TO</span>
+      <span class='mt-l-1rem text-xl'>The Honourable the</span>
+      <span class='mt-xxl-1rem text-xxl'>Lady <i>DELVES</i>.</span>
+    </h2>
+
+    <p class='mt-2em ml-2em'>MADAM,</p>
+
+    <p class='drop-cap noindent'>
+      When I think of your Goodness, it gives me Encouragement to put my
+      Play under your grand Protection; and if you can find any thing in it
+      worthy of your Praise, I am sure the <i>Super-Naturals</i> will like
+      it. I do not flatter when I say, your Taste is universal, Great as an
+      Empress, Sweet and Refin’d as Lady <i>Malpas</i>, Sublime as Lady
+      <i>Sarah Cowper</i>, Learned and Compleat as Lady <i>Conway</i>,
+      Distinguishing and Clear as Mrs. <i>Madin</i>, Gay, Good and Innocent
+      as Lady <i>Bland</i>. I have often thought that you are a Compound of
+      the World’s Favourites, that all meet and rejoice together in one; the
+      Taste of <i>Montagu</i>, <i>Wharton</i>,
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_iv'>iv</span>or <i>Meredith</i>,
+      <i>Stanhope</i>, <i>Sneid</i>, or <i>Byrom</i>; the Integrity and
+      Hospitality of <i>Legh</i> of <i>Lime</i>, the Wit and Fire of
+      <i>Bunbury</i>, the Sense of an <i>Egerton</i>, fervent to serve as
+      <i>Beresford</i> or <i>Mildmay</i>, belov’d like <i>Gower</i>. If you
+      was his Rival, you’d weaken the Strength of that most powerful
+      Subject. I hope your eternal Unisons in Heaven will always sing to
+      keep up the Harmony in your Soul, that is Musical as Mrs.
+      <i>Leigh</i>, and never ceases to delight; raises us in Raptures like
+      <i lang='it'>Amante Sposa</i>, Lord <i>Essex</i>, or the Sun. If every Pore in
+      every Body in <i>Cheshire</i> was a Mouth they would all cry out
+      aloud, <i>God save the Lady</i> DELVES! that illuminates the Minds, of
+      Mortals, inspires with Musick and Poetry especially,
+    </p>
+
+    <div class='rj mt-l-4rem mr-3em text-l'><i>Your most Humble Servant</i>,</div>
+    <div class='rj mt-xxl-4rem text-xxl'>Lord <i>FLAME</i>.</div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_v'>v</span>
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i005.png' alt=''>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title mt-1em'>
+      <span>TO</span>
+      <span class='mt-l-1rem text-xl'>The Right Hon<sup>ble</sup> the</span>
+      <span class='mt-xxl-1rem text-xxl'>Lord <i>WALPOLE</i>.</span>
+    </h2>
+
+    <p class='mt-2em ml-2em'><i>My Good Lord</i>,</p>
+    <p class='drop-cap noindent'>
+      I Return Thanks to Heaven, which is in you, I mean your Taste, that
+      would not continue, except it was cherish’d with Vertue, that Parent
+      of Eternal Love; ’tis all Palate hungers after, intellectual Food,
+      Generosity, Harmony; the lofty Lines of a sublime Pen: and these
+      beautiful Perfections in you, have been the Chief Support of my Play.
+      At this Time there are as many fine Poets in <i>England</i> as ever
+      there were; but they will not write, because they say there is nothing
+      encourag’d but Noise and Nonsense. But I believe those Bards are
+      mistaken; for so long as the Lord Duke of
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_vi'>vi</span><i>Montagu</i>,
+      Yourself, and Mr. <i>Charles Stanhope</i> live, fine Poetry will not
+      want Encouragement: tho’ I have nothing to boast of in my Play, but
+      the Character of <i>Soarethereal</i>, yet you great Men, that shine
+      among the Angels, did condescend to support me; and no one is more
+      thankful than
+    </p>
+
+    <div class='rj mt-l-4rem mr-6em text-l'><i>Your</i> LORDSHIP’S</div>
+
+    <div class='rj'>
+      <div class='nofill'>
+        <div class='lj mt-l-4rem text-l'><i>very humble Servant</i>,</div>
+        <div class='lj mt-xxl-4rem text-xxl'>SAM. JOHNSON.</div>
+      </div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span>
+
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl'>PROLOGUE.</h2>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div class='ce'>
+      By <em class='gesperrt'><span class='sc'>Amos Meredith</span></em>, Esq;
+    </div>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div class='ce'>
+      Near is my Shirt, but nearer is my Skin.
+    </div>
+
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+
+    <div class='ebook__space--section'></div>
+
+    <div class='ce'>
+      <div class='nofill'>
+        <table class='ebook__table--nopad'>
+          <tbody>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0 drop-cap'>R<i>ules were by Coxcombs made to cramp the Mind</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>By Nature free, unfetter’d, unconfin’d,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>She mounts a Flame, and flies, astride the Wind.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Through boundless space wings her Celestial Way,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And Eagle-ey’d confronts the Source of Day;</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Criticks begone, avant ye Sons of Clay!</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>To every Star its Name and Course assign,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>In narrow Bounds the swelling Tides confine,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And teach the Ruler of the Day to shine.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Sluggish the servile Mule sustains the Weight;</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Wolves bait the Moon because she shines so bright;</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And Owls are blinded with Excess of Light.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Unchain’d by Art with true Poetick Rage,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>In Buskins highly rais’d, we tread the Stage;</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>With Fire from Heaven, to thaw the frozen Age.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>The God of Number and melodious Strains,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Triumphant drives through Empyrean Plains,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Impetuous bound the Steeds nor hear the Reins</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>If Soar-æthereal’s Characters too high,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>For mean Conception shocks the vulgar Eye,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Let filthy Mire accuse the Azure Sky.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Diamonds to Swine are despicable Things,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Lost to the Mole the Vernal Verdure Springs,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And Adders hiss tho’</i> Senesino <i>sings.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>The Priestess speaks of him that gilds the Skies;</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Behold he comes, behold the God she cries:</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And swells, and foams, and rolls her frantick Eyes.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+            <tr>
+              <td>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Hark to the Noise a hundred Doors around,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>Spontaneous jarr, the vaulted Roofs rebound,</i></p>
+                <p class='noindent m0'><i>And Words burst forth with more than mortal Sound.</i></p>
+              </td>
+              <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+            </tr>
+          </tbody>
+        </table>
+      </div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <div class='ce'>
+      <div class='nofill'>
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span>
+        <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl'>Persons of the Drama.</h2>
+
+        <div class='ce text-xl mt-xl-1rem'>MEN.</div>
+        <div class='mt-1em'>Soarethereal.</div>
+        <div>Hurlothrumbo.</div>
+        <div>Dologodelmo.</div>
+        <div>Darony.</div>
+        <div>Urlandenny.</div>
+        <div>Theorbeo.</div>
+        <div>Lomperhomock.</div>
+        <div>Darno.</div>
+        <div>Primo.</div>
+        <div>Puny.</div>
+        <div>Temo.</div>
+        <div>Col. Countermine.</div>
+        <div>Genius.</div>
+        <div>Spirit.</div>
+        <div>Death.</div>
+        <div><i>Lord</i> Flame.</div>
+
+        <div class='ce text-xl mt-xl-1rem'>WOMEN.</div>
+        <div class='mt-1em'>Cademore.</div>
+        <div>Sermentory.</div>
+        <div>Seringo.</div>
+        <div>Lusingo.</div>
+        <div>Cuzzonida.</div>
+      </div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
+
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i009.png' alt=''>
+
+    <div class='ce mt-2em'>
+      <div class='text-xxl'><i>HURLOTHRUMBO</i>:</div>
+      <div>OR, THE</div>
+      <div class='text-xxl'><span class='sc'>Super-Natural</span>.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl mt-xxl-4rem'>ACT I. SCENE I.</h2>
+
+    <p class='mt-2em ce'>
+      <i>Enter</i> Dologodelmo <i>and</i> Hurlothrumbo <i>meeting</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p class='mt-1em drop-cap-xl noindent'>
+      <span class='float-left'><i>Dolo.</i></span> H<i>urlothrumbo</i>, how goes the Muse?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> <i>Dologodelmo</i>, have you heard the News?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dolo.</i> What News?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> <i>Darno</i>, <i>Urlandenny</i>, and <i>Darony</i>, have
+      coin’d their Estates into Money.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dolo.</i> But for what reason?</p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> Certainly Treason.</p>
+    <p><i>Dolo.</i> Pray describe yourself in Prose.</p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-4em'><i>Hurlo.</i> It will be describ’d in Blows.</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>There’s more in the Wind</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>Than the wise Philosophers can find.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p><i>Dolo.</i> No Storms, no Rebellions, I hope.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Nothing less, ’tis Pride, curs’d Pride, but let them
+      climb to fall.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span><i>Dolo.</i> Pride,
+      Pride is the Serpent’s Egg laid in the Hearts of all; but hatch’d by
+      none but Fools! Pray what says the King to these Adventures?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Say! he says and he says not, cares and he cares not,
+      he’s King and he’s no King; his high-born Soul is above the Sublunary
+      World, he reigns, he rides in the Clouds, and keeps his Court in the
+      Horizon; He’s Emperor of the superlative Heights, and lives in
+      Pleasure among the Gods; he plays at Bowls with the Stars, and makes a
+      Foot-ball of the Globe; he makes that to fly far, far out of the reach
+      of Thought.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> But if he despises this World, and resides in the Climes
+      above, how must we fill our empty Troops below?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Oh take no thought for that, for when the least Spark of
+      the stifled Fire appears, then <i>Jupiter</i>, <i>Mars</i>, the King,
+      will rise with all the Gods to keep the Rebels under: They’ll make
+      Drums of the Elements and Skies, and beat up for Volunteers in
+      Thunder.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Ser.</i> Can you guess at the Cause of the King’s excessive
+      Melancholy?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> ’Tis Love, all Love; in his Travels he came to the Court
+      of <i>Spain</i>, where he fell in Love with <i>Cademore</i>, the
+      King’s most beautiful Daughter; and <i>Theorbeo</i>, her elder
+      Brother, is link’d in Friendship with <i>Soarethereal</i>. The King of
+      <i>Spain</i> has promis’d his Daughter <i>Cademore</i> in Marriage to
+      the King of <i>France</i>; but <i>Theorbeo</i>’s Passion for our
+      Soveraign, was the Cause of his helping his Sister in the Escape from
+      the Arbitrary Power of a Father, and is daily expected to arrive in
+      this City: So ’tis Fear, Hope, Love is the Cause of his Distress.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Ser.</i> See, see, what frantick Man is this?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> It is my Lord <i>Flame</i>, distracted in Love with you:
+      Fall back, let us hear his Soliloquy.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <i>Enter</i> Flame, <i>with a drawn Sword in his Hand, throws it on
+        the Ground</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> Thou Key of my Soul, unlock me not, I will not die and
+      leave her behind amongst corporeal Rivals; that she
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>was dead, alive,
+      amongst the purest Spirits: Oh that this too, oh too, too dear, tender
+      fond Heart could yearn, and sigh no more! Constancy destroys me, Love
+      makes me Heavenly, and Tears refine the Soul: as a Pilgrim I will
+      travel till a Hermitage I find; I’ll mourn, I’ll wander to
+      <i>Ovid</i>’s solitary Tomb; I’ll pity that poor unfortunate Man; I’ll
+      think of her I love the most, and pour out my Tears upon him; there
+      will I prostrate myself, and may I slumber till the heavenly Harmony
+      wakes the sleepy dead.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <div class='ce'>
+      <div class='nofill'>
+        <p class='noindent'>
+          Oh! the deluding Creature,<br>
+          Stings me from every Feature;<br>
+          When you strive to gain me,<br>
+          You only mean to pain me;<br>
+          Cruel Deceiver, Heaven leave her,<br>
+          Let her not come above,<br>
+          To taste the Sweets of constant Love.</p>
+      </div>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Oh <i>Seringo</i>, entice not a Man to Love, except you
+      design to marry: If a radiant Beam dart from the Fire of the Eye,
+      ’twill touch his Inclination like Nitrous Powder, and flash through
+      all his Veins, discompose his Faculties, and infect his Soul: I am
+      sorry for this poor Man, ’tis dangerous to continue here, let us leave
+      the place.
+    </p>
+    <div class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></div>
+    <p class='ce'>[<i>Scene changes, and discovers the King Sleeping upon a Couch.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter to him</i> Dologodelmo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Oh <i>Godelmo</i>, why hast thou call’d me home to
+      myself?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> I came according to your Majesty’s Commands.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> As in Dreams the Souls of Hermits in secret Extasies are
+      catch’d away by Angels, so was my Spirit in transport charm’d by the
+      Image I most admire; she retreated, and at a distance gaz’d and lov’d,
+      then eagerly flying to my Arms, she stifled me with Kisses; but like
+      to Sin you call’d me away from Heaven. Oh! my <i>Cademore</i>, that I
+      might die always thus to live with thee; for when the Fetters of
+      Slumber have link’d these Limbs and the Ground together, when the
+      Chains of Sleep have bound this Body to the Earth; when these Eyes,
+      these Ears are insensible, I have
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>other Eyes that see,
+      other Ears that hear, and myself rejoices when myself is dead.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>The King sits down and pauses, then rises.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> The Solitarys wait without, and humbly desire admittance.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Do you know their Business?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> They come with sublime Tidings from the cœlestial World,
+      and will yield your Majesty pleasure through their own Simplicities.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Let them appear. [<i>Exit</i> Dolo.] These Men despise
+      the Company of Mortals, and say they delight more in the Shadow of
+      something, than to converse with a Nothing in Substance.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Dolo. <i>and six Solitarys</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> My Sovereign Lord, we think ourselves in Duty bound to
+      inform you of all the Ills that threaten both your Person and your
+      Crown, that seems to be surrounded by many Adversaries.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> How are you inform’d of this?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> In Parable Visionary, deliver’d down and explain’d in
+      Hieroglyphicks.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> But after what manner?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> We all in one Night had the fame Vision; gazing
+      stedfastly upon your Dominions, the Hills sunk down to Vales, and the
+      Valleys rose up to Mountains, upon which a Giant stood, swelling huge
+      with arroganting Poison; his horrid Visage reach’d the Skies, grasping
+      a Sword in his Hand that flam’d from Earth to Heaven, glittering on
+      high, and blaz’d in Elemental Fire, upon whose mighty Edge, Death rode
+      triumphant: Then in Fury, as Lightning upon the Wing, slunk down,
+      hissing through the Air, the Wind from which, blasted every Head of
+      us, and this Head is you my Sovereign Lord.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Did this appear to all?</p>
+    <p><i>Primo.</i> All, all, all.</p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex. Solit.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> If Calamity be the Parent of Wisdom, why do the Afflicted
+      depend on Dreams?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dolo.</i> Your Majesty has no cause to fear.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> If <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> is brave, there is no danger.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span><i>Dolo.</i> Was not
+      his Courage truly try’d in <i>Rome</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> But after what manner?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> By the Emperor’s Imperial Command he was forc’d into the
+      Amphitheatre, there to be devoured by the hungry Jaws of a Lion;
+      disarm’d he enter’d, taking from his Heel his Ammunition Spur, he
+      wrench’d it wide, and gripe’d it thus.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Hurlo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, give me a Description of the Combat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> The Door of the Den was no sooner lifted up, but the
+      Monster hugely rouz’d himself aloft, stalking gravely he enter’d,
+      flinging from his Talons sedentary Pain, with Scarlet fiery Ogles
+      ken’d all around; but when I saw the Beauty of <i>Greece</i>, my Heart
+      was all Granade, I had an Army within, a Centry guarded every Pore,
+      and this Compound of Elements thundred. The Lion came at me amain,
+      with Jaws open, dreadful as the Mouth of Hell, he sprang aloft, I
+      glanc’d, he mist me, then with rebound he turn’d, and by the Main I
+      caught him as he flew, and over his Back I threw myself astride; then
+      with my Knees I crush’d his Ribs and Heart together, and with my
+      Right-hand Spur I cleft his Skull: I bruis’d the Pan of his Brain,
+      till Flashes of Lightning flew swift from his Eyes; I stabb’d his
+      Sight, he twisted, he grinn’d, he turn’d and loose he broke, bloodily
+      blind as he was, in raging Storms, in circling Whirlwinds flew; his
+      burning Heart, that swell’d with Anguish, Fury and Revenge; his Talons
+      tore the Earth, rent the Flints, he gnaw’d the Ground, and Choler
+      boiling over, churning Dust, Blood and Foam, he roar’d tremendous.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis a furious Description; but how did you conquer him?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> My Coat I roll’d up thus, and hurl’d it to his Breast;
+      then eagerly grasping the Prey, I march’d towards him, I spurn’d at
+      his Heart; he reel’d, I retreated; he recover’d, I advanc’d; again I
+      struck, then trembling, he disgorg’d a Flood of Gore, and stifling
+      with the Stream, bolt upright he rose; I pursued my Strokes, he
+      fainted, he sunk, he shiver’d, he died.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><i>King.</i>
+      <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, ’tis bravely done; search out into all the World,
+      pick the Universe, bring to me every thing that’s noble in the Mind,
+      empty of Ambition and full of Greatness, that I may feast their Bodies
+      and satisfy my own Soul; for when my Crown adorns the Head of a worthy
+      Man, then I enjoy it, and wear it truly, in the inward Raptures of my
+      Heart.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> ’Tis most certain the learned <i>Larmo</i> is worthy of
+      Honour.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> I know him well, he has a thousand Perfections, though in
+      him I discern the Spark of Avarice, it seem’d to me like the infernal
+      Eye of <i>Lucifer</i>, ’tis a Canker that encreases and infects the
+      Mind, let no such Man be trusted; give me he that is like
+      <i>Theorbeo</i>, that has ventur’d and lost his Crown for his Friend:
+      Is he yet arrived?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> He is.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Go tell him, I’ll come and rejoice in his Presence.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> King <i>and</i> Dolo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Urlandenny <i>and</i> Darno.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> <i>Darno</i>, a good Day to you, how prospers our
+      Design?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Darn.</i> Far exceeding our Expectation, I’ve sold my Estate for a
+      hundred thousand Pounds; it is to be return’d for the same Money, if I
+      require it, in seven Years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Mine is equally secured; this is a Defence against Ill,
+      but now we’ll speak for thy self; I am inspir’d with a Thought that
+      will overthrow the Government, that makes as strong as <i>Atlas</i>;
+      I’ll make——
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> The Flight takes me in the Head to give you a Description
+      of the War of Angels, the black ones and the white ones; now you are
+      of the dark kind, but they were conquer’d.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> How Prophetick the Man talks, as if he knew our Designs?
+      The Tongues of Children, Fools and Madmen have often fortold my Fate.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Darn.</i> You are superstitious.</p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span><i>Fla.</i> And as I
+      was saying, Army in Array against Army, stood solemn, profound, before
+      the Cloudy Van, Expectation stood in Horrour, and <i>Satan</i>, with
+      vast and haughty Strides advanc’d, came touring, arm’d in Adamant and
+      Gold.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Darony.</p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> Who do you mimick, my Lord?</p>
+    <p><i>Fla.</i> The Devil, Sir.</p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> I resent it.</p>
+    <p><i>Fla.</i> Draw.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Hold, he is repeating a Passage in <i>Milton</i>; his
+      Wit is borrow’d, he’s a Moon-light.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> I’ll excuse him as a Lunatick.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> I recommend to thee a Miss, as a Specifick to assuage
+      this mighty Fever in the Brain.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> I am unstain’d, not touch’d with any black Crime, above
+      the World, upon a lofty Mountain, and next Neighbour to the Sun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Now condescend the Woman lies two Yards below you, go
+      down, tick, toy and play with her, ’twill cool your Blood, and sweeten
+      your sour Juices.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> Then how shall I ascend again to my grand Original Height?
+      ’tis up Hill; Woman pulls, Nature hangs heavy upon the feeble Soul,
+      and Resolutions weak; no, Conscience is an intellectual Caul that
+      covers the Heart, upon which all the Faculties sport in Terror, like
+      Boys that dance upon the Ice, if one cracks, another breaks, then all
+      together plunge in over Head and Ears most horrid.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p><i>Urlan.</i> Pray what new Adventures at Court?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> A poor King is arrived at Court, and
+      <i>Dologodelmo</i> Oratorys high Encomiums upon the mighty
+      <i>Soarethereal</i>, declares he’s like the glorious Sun, extends his
+      Beams to all and every part of the World; and as he rides along the
+      <i>Meridian</i> Course, every feeble Plant beneath him is cherished,
+      and rises up revived.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> The Simile is not good: The Sun gives Life to the Plants
+      that reside far off, but those that grow under him are burn’d, and
+      scorch’d to Ashes. ’Tis plain, Foreigners are most encourag’d, and we
+      that pay the Taxes receive
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>not the Benefit of
+      Office; <i>Soarethereal</i>
+      declares all the World are his Country-men, and he that has the
+      greatest Soul, to him is the nearest a-kin: but to the Purpose, what’s
+      to be done? The Mob of this City must be highly prejudic’d in our
+      behalf.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> They are all secure to a Man; I have distributed amongst
+      them a hundred thousand Pounds; let’s away to the Lord <i>Urme</i>, he
+      will strengthen our Design.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>Ex.</i> Darony, Urlandenny, <i>and</i> Darno.
+    </p>
+
+    <div>
+      <h3 class='ce text-xl mt-xl-2rem'>
+        <span class='gesperrt'>SCENE</span>, <i>Cademore</i>’s Apartment.
+      </h3>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Cademore <i>and</i> Lusingo.</p>
+      <p><i>Lusin.</i> My good Lady prepare, the King comes.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cade.</i> O <i>Lusingo</i>! I could longer taste the Sweets of
+        Expectation dear, I’d view the beautiful œconomy of this Court, his
+        Person at a distance, and Motion of his Soul, that moves and reigns in
+        my Breast; we may enjoy the greatest Bliss too too soon. Was I to
+        leave this World, and take my Flight to the celestial Heights, I’d
+        first visit yon distant Moon; then tow’ring high I’d visit the
+        brightest Situation of the Sun; then climb amazed up to the Stars; I’d
+        taste the Sweets of every Orb, before I enter’d Heaven.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i></p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King, Theorbeo, <i>and</i> Hurlothrumbo.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> <i>Theorbeo</i>, thy constant Heart mourns for thy
+        Mistress, not for the Loss of thy Crown; the Powers are jealous of
+        Love like thine, and Heaven is only worthy of it, and only capable to
+        make a return.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> Your Majesty talks like a separate Soul, not like one
+        that is cloathed with Nature.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> I beg pardon, I touch your Sore; I long to attend thee to
+        the Throne with a hundred thousand Men.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> I return your Majesty thanks; yet hope, that no one will
+        venture his Life for me: the Life of a Friend is more than a Kingdom.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Venture my Life! what is my Life? let me not pass through
+        this World, the common Road to Eternity; fade away through the
+        blasting Word from on high, that
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>mingles with the
+        Air, and makes all Men mortal; I had much rather surrender this Life
+        up an offering, and die in the Service of some dear Friend; in
+        Vehemency of Spirit, and Fervency of Friendship, I could plunge
+        through a Flood of Fire to deliver a Friend from the Jaws of a Lion.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> I do believe ’tis in your Majesty’s Power to establish me
+        upon my Throne; but all Nature in my Breast is chang’d; that which is
+        Gall to another, is Honey to me: Life is bitter, and makes Death
+        sweet. What is a Post of Honour to a Man who thinks he has enough, and
+        has no Ambition? He that will be rich, must destroy Ambition; Ambition
+        is a Monster not to be fed, never satisfied till he is starved out.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> ’Tis true, <i>Hurlo</i>; from whence proceeds Ambition?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Hurlo.</i> A Man’s Heart and his Bladder changes Places.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>King.</i> And what is Honour?</p>
+      <p class='hanging-3em'>
+        <i>Hurlo.</i> Honour is, and it is not; yet Honour is to be found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> My Intellect has rang’d in pursuit of Honour throughout
+        the Universe, nay, even to the Skies, but found it not.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Hurlo.</i> O it’s on t’other side, my Lord.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> O <i>Theorbeo</i>, I admire how a Man can so much despise
+        Power?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> True Power lies in the Mind, or Strength that can sway
+        the Faculties.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> I beg pardon for interrupting; I must beg leave to see
+        the Lady your Sister.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> King, Theo. <i>and</i> Hurlo.</p>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        [<i>Scene changes, and discovers</i> Cademore, Seringo,
+        <i>and</i> Lusingo.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King, <i>and salutes</i> Cademore.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cade.</i> Oh he’s here! O my Soul starts, and my Heartstrings
+        shiver!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> O my <i>Cademore</i>, now I live: as that great Sun
+        revives this lower World, and makes all Nature rejoice in his
+        Presence; so you cherish and revive my Heart, all my Faculties rise up
+        in Raptures: A thousand sublime Thoughts
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>spring up in my
+        Soul: Is there any thing in my Kingdom can yield you Pleasure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> Every thing here is pleasing to me. <i>Seringo</i>, Let
+        the King hear the musical Description of <i>Arsinoe</i>’s Dancing.
+      </p>
+      <div>
+        <p class='verse'>
+          <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>Ser. <i>Brisk and Airy, tript with a</i> Fairy <i>Air of Scorn,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'><i>Sink in the rising, all surprizing Charms adorn.</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'><i>Swift and Gay in every Part,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'><i>And flies away with every Heart:</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'><i>Return’d them back with cold Despair,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'><i>Which much reviv’d the jealous Fair.</i></span>
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p class='ce mt-2em'><i>The End of the First Act.</i></p>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i018.png' alt=''>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl mt-xxl-1rem'>ACT II.</h2>
+    <p class='ce mt-2em'><i>Enter</i> Urlandenny <i>and</i> Darony.</p>
+    <p class='mt-1em drop-cap-xl noindent'>
+      <span class='float-left'><i>Daro.</i></span> What News, my Lord?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> All things are in readiness according to your desire;
+      <i>Darno</i> is raising an Army in the <i>North</i>,
+      <i>Lomporhomock</i> is now landing in the <i>South</i> with 20000 Men,
+      and when the Tidings reach the King’s Ears, he’ll extend his Army to
+      the <i>North</i> and to the <i>South</i>; then, when his Forces have
+      left the City, the 500 Men which I have hired, for what Purpose they
+      know not, but exactly at two a-Clock in the Morning, each Man is to
+      fire a Gun upon the House-top; this repeated three times, will drive
+      every wandering Soul home to his Body, and raise him from Sleep
+      surprized.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Daro.</i> That’s true.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> You and I with a small Body of Men, will march through
+      the City with a Shout, saying, The City is surrounded with Foreigners,
+      Fire and Sword, Fire and Sword! rise, rise quickly, rise to Arms.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span><i>Daro.</i> That’s
+      good; then in a moment’s time we shall be at the Head of 100,000 Men.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> We’ll plunder Misers Houses, distribute their Bags,
+      hurling the Coin among them, like Hounds besmear’d with the blood of
+      Prey, mount Resolution upon the Heart, ride furiously, Whip and Spur,
+      and with deep mouth’d Tones, full Cry, and in that Vehemence of
+      Spirit, they will devour a savage Lion. We’ll prejudice them against
+      the King, lead them to the Court, and take possession of all.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Daro.</i> So farewel, my Lord; remember two a-clock.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p><i>Serin.</i> <i>Sementory</i>, to thy Tire.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> I’m weary of Dress, pall’d with Pleasure, sick of the
+      event of vain Hopes: Some say that Marriage is made in Heaven; but
+      ’tis my Opinion, if all the Harlots were sent to the Grand
+      <i>Turk</i>, there would be more Weddings celebrated in Heaven than
+      there are; I perceive the Fire of the Men is all out.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Serin.</i> Very true, <i>Sementory</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> They gaze upon a Woman, as they do upon a Bill of Fare
+      after Dinner.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Oh <i>Seringo</i>! where shall I find a vertuous Man, like
+      such a one that I have seen, chaste, and full of Rapture? Rapture is
+      the Egg of Love, hatched by a radiant Eye, that brings to Life a
+      <i>Cupid</i> in his Breast. In thy Company he’s tasteless of Food and
+      Wine, he’s restless, he’s empty of Words, and full of Sighs, is in a
+      shivering Ague chill’d; then in a moment rais’d by the high Fever of
+      Love, is in extatick Raptures, his Opticks are like two Balls of Fire,
+      and look as fierce as if he took Gunpowder-Snuff; could you love such
+      a one?
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-4em'><i>Serin.</i> How gay, how free, how merry is he!</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>How full of Charms to move!</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>His Soul is full of Love.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> What, not a Word? sure ’tis pain to speak?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> My Tongue is Thought’s Midwife, and has been a gossiping
+      all Night with a very fine Lady, and is not able now to perform her
+      Office.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Sem.</i> The rich <i>Molotto</i> Lady, I presume?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> She is rich, do you not like her for that?
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-4em'><i>Sem.</i> But give me the Man that’s like the Bee,</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>That flies round and round the Field to see,</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>To taste of every Herb, to chuse the Sweet, to miss the Sour,</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>He hovers and sings, and sucks the true Vertue from the Flower:</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>But the mean Soul like yours that courts for Money,</span>
+        <span class='ml-4em hanging-1em'>Is like the Wasp, will settle upon a Nettle for a little Honey.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Theorbeo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> The King will instantly wait upon your Majesty; but is
+      now engaged in the Affairs of the Government.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theo.</i> After what manner are you govern’d?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Spiritually and Temporally, King, Lords, Commons,
+      Parsons, Clergymen and Divines,
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theo.</i> What is a Parson?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> A Parson is——I beg pardon, the King comes.
+    </p>
+    <div class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Hurlothrumbo.</div>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theo.</i> <i>Adam</i> before <i>Eve</i> was made, longed for
+      something he knew not what; I long for something more than <i>Eve</i>,
+      I know not where.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> <i>Theorbo</i>, why meditate yon thus? that Soul of thine
+      that came from Heaven, longs to leave me, to soar aloft and travel
+      home; grieve not thus for a Woman, I myself am tender, yet bold; I
+      often weep in a fine Lady’s Presence, but in a moment can conquer that
+      Passion, and <span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>venture
+      my Life with a Lion; can lay my Hand under the Foot of an humble
+      Beggar, or take a lofty Emperor by the Nose.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, what Tidings from the World?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Not any that will please your Majesty; here are some
+      poor Men petitioning you for Charity.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> That will doubly please me; I relieve them as Men, and
+      satisfy the Thirst of Compassion, at the same time, my Soul’s invested
+      with sacred Pride, think I am highly honour’d, and entertain the Gods.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Here is also a poor Prince sends to borrow Money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> That will also please me; I receive the Borrower with
+      more Joy than him that comes to pay a Debt.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Flame.</i> Beggars be gone, these Men sell Land upon the blue
+      Plains; see what a Figure they cut, who’ll buy any? Oh you, I know you
+      well, (<i>pointing to the King</i>) you are the most covetous Man in
+      the Universe, you give what you have away to the Poor, that you may
+      enjoy it all yourself; and when your time is to die, you’ll not leave
+      a Farthing behind you to fling away. I return you thanks for the Post
+      of Honour you offered me; but does your Majesty think a Soul like mine
+      was born for Servitude? No; I’ll sooner be an <i>Alexander</i> in my
+      own Park-Pale: He that lives in Pleasure runs up a Score, and he that
+      is afflicted, is paying Debts; this is Spirit; what has Flesh to do
+      with that? A Coquet in the Soul, a Harlot for the Devil. I am a Man
+      amazed in Love, Nature is hot and too much fudled with Fire; in the
+      out-raging Jealousies of my Soul, I rent my Brain, and when my Rival
+      was with her. I ran distracted to her Cheeks, I kiss’d, I curs’d, I
+      bless’d, I wept, an Earthquake in my Breast, Thunder and Lightning in
+      my Head, that storm’d down Tempest, and burst my Heart. Oh what is
+      Woman! I am sadly in Love, I am not well; do kill me, O pity a Lover.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span><i>King.</i>
+      <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, what is thy Opinion of this Man? my prophetick
+      Soul loves him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> I advise him to starve himself, from a Horse to a Man;
+      for if he dies at this time, he’ll be metamorphos’d into a wild
+      <i>Elysian</i> Colt.
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>He’ll cock his Tail, he’ll praunce and stare,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>Will gallop, snort, and snuff the Air;</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>And all his Thoughts will be of——</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Pray tell me how does Love affect thee?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> When I see a Lady with a full Chest, flat Back, falling
+      Shoulders, a long Neck, and a languishing Air, every Pulse beats up a
+      March vehemently towards her; I touch, I muse, I am in a Trance, a
+      pleasing Stupidity, Astunment, my Faculties are on fire, a Smoak rises
+      in the Eyes of the Mind, Reason is deaf, the Intellect blind, my
+      Nerves creep, I shiver; charm’d in Terror, the Body trembles in the
+      Bargain of buying Raptures with the Soul.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> ’Tis not Love, it’s Temptation.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> ’Tis a Description of a Combat, in which all Men are
+      conquer’d.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Not so, <i>Hurlo</i>, I will speak for myself: Ambition
+      high rose up in the Mind, to fight with Vertue, in the beauteous Fair;
+      and she a superlative <i>Venus</i> of the World; I was Fire, and
+      Faculties keen; she was Love with languishing Retreat, but when she
+      surrendred all to my Will; I struck not the Vanquish’d, but conquer’d
+      myself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> ’Twas a noble Retreat, your Majesty bravely run away.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Servant.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Serv.</i> The Lord <i>Dologodelmo</i> waits without to speak to
+      your Majesty.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Theorbeo, Hurlo, <i>and</i> Servant.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> I am at leisure——From whence this Distress in my Breast
+      of late, restless Nights, horrid Visions, affluster’d Spirits fly
+      around my Heart; my prophetick Soul, like <i>Argus</i>, discerns
+      Destruction approaching.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Dologo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> If it be a Crime to bear ill Tidings, your Majesty’s
+      Goodness will oblige you to pardon.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span><i>King.</i> Speak,
+      speak <i>Godelmo</i>, thou art my Friend.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> Lord <i>Darno</i> has sold his Effects at home, and is
+      now raising an Army in the Northern Parts of your Majesty’s Dominions;
+      <i>Darony</i> and <i>Urlandenny</i> are set out for the South, with
+      the same Design.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Go, <i>Dolo.</i> and bring <i>Theorbeo</i> hither to me.
+      [<i>Ex.</i> Dolo.] Oh, who shall deliver me from the Contagions of
+      Mortals! that I had been born in humbler State: Ye rural Shepherds, ye
+      Companions of Angels, I envy you: that I could be like to you, my
+      Ambition only to reach the Top of a Mountain, to lean upon my Staff,
+      there to admire the beautiful Œconomy of the Universe, listen to the
+      Linnets, Larks, and Nightingales, that warble forth their Praise on
+      high; to the Sun they offer up their Joy: these would teach me to be
+      grateful. Of my Lambs, that innocently sport all around me; of them I
+      will learn Humility, and despite your Arrogance: my Dog, that scouts
+      upon the Plain, I’ll compare him with you, and blush for you: he loves
+      more, and is constant, a fervent Friend, will fight till Death for his
+      Master, rises not up against him when he smites him; he’s grateful, he
+      flatters not, and to your shame, has more Compassion; for with his
+      Tongue he’ll heal the Wound of the Oppressed. Ye Rationals, learn of
+      Brutes; and teach me to abhor Mankind.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Theorbeo <i>and</i> Dologodelmo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> <i>Theorbeo</i>, you say your desire is to exert yourself
+      in the War, I had much rather you’d stay; what say you?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theo.</i> ’Tis my desire, that my Spirits may rouze and shake off
+      these heavy Elements; the shining of my Soul is over-whelm’d with
+      Clouds, I long to discharge this heavy Hail-storm upon the Heads of
+      all your Adversaries.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> <i>Godelmo</i>, is there any danger?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> There is not; when the Enemy hear the King’s Trumpet
+      sound, it will be as when the Lion roareth in the Forest, every
+      Monster’s Heart will tremble, and in a moment fly to their Dens for
+      shelter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> See that Draughts are made out of my Troops,
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>20,000 of the most
+      proper Men. This moment I’ll review my Army.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> King <i>and</i> Theor.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo, <i>out of Breath</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> What’s the matter now, my Lord, you seem to be out of
+      Breath?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Out of Breath! I may well be out of Breath, the Wind may
+      well rise, the Conjurers are all at work, I have a Tempest in my
+      Belly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> Pray let the Storms cease, and let me hear the Cause.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Cause! Cause enough; one <i>Lomporhomock</i>, a
+      <i>Dutch</i> Officer, is just landed with 200,000 Men.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Go this moment, and get my Troops in readiness, and I’ll
+      give them the meeting myself.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Hurlo. <i>and</i> Dolo.</p>
+    <p>
+      I am rais’d above the common Height of Man, lifted up to the rattling
+      Climes of Discord, where <i>Dologodelmo</i> and
+      <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> rumble along the Sky, and says the Element begins
+      to crack; but as the Lightning flies before the Thunder-clap, so shall
+      <i>Darony</i> fly before me, or Death shall swallow me up.
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-2em'>But yet, shall I in this tempestuous Season,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-2em'>In furious headlong bid farewel to Reason?</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-2em'>No; in Storms all Fools are hurrican’d in Mind,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-2em'>But Wisdom gently moves upon the swiftest Wind.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      To fight, and in the heat of Blood, in an Agony, drop into Eternity,
+      and carry the Fire with me. O! let me not pause, let me not think, for
+      if I think, Divinity will make me like a Lamb, and then persuade me to
+      be a Coward; no, I’ll go and recommend
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>My <i>Cademore</i>’s Charms to happy Fate that sent her, Then fly</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>to War’s Alarms, and both my Lives will venture.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> King.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p><i>Serin.</i> I am all at War within.</p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span><i>Sem.</i> So much
+      in Love with two Men! alas thy Combat will do you no harm; you admire
+      <i>Darone</i> for his Honour, and <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>’s Bravery.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Serin.</i> Oh advise me.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Of all Happiness, that is the most sweet that is the
+      nearest to us; Riches lie in the Purse, Love in the Heart: never marry
+      for Honour, or Title; Fame is always at a distance; the Man I love is
+      near. What is Fame? a Word; that Word is Wind, the humming of a Bee:
+      but when I sleep by the Man I love, no Wind can come to me.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame, <i>and sings</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> So, my Lord, your Aid is required at the Wars.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Flam.</i> I’ll fly from the War, Love and War always jar; there is
+      no Calm in Love and War; let my <i>Seringo</i> live with me, then
+      farewel Honour, farewel Care.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce mt-2em'>
+      <i>The End of the Second</i> <em class='gesperrt'>ACT</em>
+    </p>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl'>ACT III.</h2>
+    <p class='ce text-xl mt-xl-2rem'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo <i>and</i> Dologodelmo.</p>
+    <p class='mt-1em drop-cap-xl noindent'>
+      <span class='float-left'><i>Dolo.</i></span> H<i>urlothrumbo</i>, are you ready to mount?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> ’Tis confounded dark, must we not stay for the King?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> No; the Princess <i>Cademore</i> will not hear of his
+      going to the Wars; at the Sound of the Word, she faints, sinks and
+      dies away.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Dolo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <i>Enter</i> Servant <i>with a Letter, delivers it, and Exit</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[Hurlo. <i>reads it</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Oh ’tis from <i>Darony</i>!
+      <i>Make me the next Man to the Crown, if I desert the King</i>; how
+      can I do that? Why did he not ask me to murder my dearest Friend,
+      curse the Deity, or debauch a Man’s Wife, and separate their Souls
+      eternal? <i>It will preserve a great deal of Blood</i>, that’s true.
+      <i>So long as</i> Theorbeo
+      <i>stays, thy Honour wears like a Garment</i>: may be so; I’ll
+      consider of this.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Hurlo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span><i>Enter</i> Darony <i>and</i> Urlandenny.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Guns fire at a distance.</i></p>
+    <p><i>Daro.</i> They’re punctual to the time.</p>
+    <p><i>Urlan.</i> True, my Lord.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Daro.</i> This is the Place we’ll fix our Standard; now the Guns
+      are discharg’d, the Men from every end of the City with a Shout will
+      come to this Place, and stir not you an Inch till
+      <i>Lomporhomock</i> enters the City. Who comes there?
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Temo.</p>
+    <p><i>Temo.</i> A Friend and Servant of thine.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> What is thy Name, and thy Business here in the Dead of
+      Night?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Temo.</i> My Name is <i>Temo</i>; as to my Business, ’tis secret.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> You are the famous Inchanter; can you tell us what
+      Adventures will happen, the cause of the Guns firing thus early?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Temo.</i> ’Tis the first Volly of a mighty War; this Morning
+      exactly at two the Battle will be rehears’d first in the
+      <i>Elysian</i> Fields.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Urlan.</i> Is it not possible for me to see it?</p>
+    <p><i>Temo.</i> ’Tis possible.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Accept of this Purse of Guineas; let me see, the time is
+      now expired.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [Temo <i>stamps, a Spirit rises up, and gives him a Talisman.</i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Temo.</i> You shall, my Lord; hold this firm to your right Eye:
+      tell me what you see.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> I see the <i>Elysian</i> World, ’tis light as Noon of
+      Day, and all us Mortals act in yonder Climes: I see myself, I see
+      <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>; <i>Hurlo</i> kisses a Lass; the Spirits smile; I
+      stir my Hand, it moves yonder. <i>Mars</i> stands in the Element, and
+      beholds the People; they divide, and make two separate Armies; Death
+      stalks among the Croud, marking his own Appointed. Oh! he makes
+      towards me! oh! he’ll touch me; take it I’ll see no more.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>A shout behind the Scenes, Fire and Sword! Fire and Sword! rise quickly.</i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span><i>Daro.</i> This is
+      <i>Puny</i>’s House, the Miser, break it open.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Forbear, forbear he’ll rise and open the Door; fall
+      back, he comes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Daro.</i> I’ll go head the Mob, break open the King’s Treasury, and
+      satisfy their Thirst with Gold; then will I take possession of his
+      Person, and his Crown.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Puny.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Puny.</i> Oh bless me! Fire and Sword! I shall not live three
+      Minutes! if my trembling Limbs permit me, I’ll kneel, I’ll pray Heaven
+      preserve my poor Soul; these Villains will come in a moment, and take
+      every Penny of my Money; I desire I may be forgiven all my Sins. These
+      Rogues are coming, they’ll rob me, take my Plate, and break my
+      Windows: O sweet Heaven forgive me all my ill-dreamt visionary
+      Lewdness! If they come, I shall never purchase <i>Kemp</i>’s Estate,
+      but buy a Coat of Arms, and a Patent for my Son.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Urlandenny <i>and</i> Temo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> So old <i>Gaddecar</i>, you’re at Prayers, cry aloud,
+      thy Deity is deaf, with your squinting Soul that kens both Earth and
+      Heaven; fling your Bags into the Elements, then will you look straight
+      upright: Be gone, what hast thou to do in this World? What dost thou
+      mean?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Puny.</i> I mean to be the Root of a Family.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> If the Root be Avarice, what will the Body, Branches,
+      Leaves and Fruit be? Twenty Generations must pass away, before thy
+      Seed can be refined so far, as to produce a Gentleman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Puny.</i> Is not Gold a Gentleman, a Person of Quality? What makes
+      a Gentleman?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Education, Honour, and Generosity; add to a fine
+      Gentleman Love, Resolution, Taste; a Person of Quality has all these
+      Perfections, and is discerning, with a sublime Thirst in the Soul; a
+      longing to reward Merit; fervent to serve the meanest, and punctual to
+      his Word; his Blood is double and treble refin’d; he’s full of Heaven;
+      a Sunfire; a Light that quenches all the Flame of Nature;
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>he lets himself down
+      to converse with great Men and Angels, that are in Intellect but three
+      Inches high.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Puny.</i> Cannot a new-born Gentleman have all these Perfections?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> No, your Upstarts are huge, and tall, converse with a
+      Prince of the Air, and their Nostrils are full of the Devil.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Pun. <i>and</i> Tem.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Drums beat. Enter</i> Darony.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> Now, my dear Friend, all is secured, the King is in
+      Chains.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Urlan.</i> What Drums are these?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> <i>Lomperhomock</i>, the <i>Dutch</i> General.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Lomperhomock.</p>
+    <p>
+      My Lord <i>Lomperhomock</i>, you’re welcome to Court.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Lom.</i> I wish you much Happiness of your Crown, when it is
+      secured.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> I hope there is no Danger.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Lom.</i> ’Tis my earnest Desire that you will instantly execute the
+      King; for while he’s living, all his Friends will rouse up like Lions,
+      but when they hear he’s dead, ’twill greatly oppress their Souls.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> He shall instantly be executed.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Lom.</i> Then I’ll march in Pleasure, and meet his Army.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Urland. Dar. <i>and</i> Lom.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>The Scene changes to the King in Prison.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> I would ask Relief of Heaven, though ’tis in vain, when
+      all the eternal Infernals are turn’d out loose upon me, to pour out
+      their flaming Cataracts of mighty, limited Revenge.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Lomperhomock.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Lomp.</i> Pardon me, oh King, I am come to inform you, at Six a-Clock
+      this Morning is your appointed Time to die.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex. King.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span><i>King.</i> Let
+      them strike me, let these Clouds pass away; let them break the Sky
+      within me, that I may truly see, enter Orbs like the Sun; see Spirits,
+      Angels, and the radiant Fields: but what is that to a Man in Love, a
+      Man whose Heaven’s here? Oh my <i>Cademore</i>, who can bear the Pangs
+      of parting! since we must part, ’tis death to live.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Cademore.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> O Executioner art thou come, bring to me a Taste of
+      Torment, a Rack of Nature, like Heaven’s Vengeance, to afflict my
+      Soul? Still thou art my Friend, and something more than Woman, my
+      Prospect-Glass to Paradise; thou Emblem of Eternity; oh how great’s my
+      Thought of Heaven, whilst my Eyes are fix’d on thee! For if the way to
+      live with you, lay through the Shades of Misery, to lodge in
+      tremendous Caves of Darkness, one single Thought of thee would fill
+      Obscurity full of Light, and make it like a Palace adorn’d with
+      Diamonds: but now, oh now, what is my Hope, a Man is never destitute
+      of Hope; but my dear Expectation, my Spring of Life, is now become the
+      Sting of Death: for every Thought of thee shoots through my Heart; and
+      at a Sight of thee, oh ye Goddess! that I could love thee less, and
+      Heaven more.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Cad.</i> I am sorry I encrease your Grief, I come in hopes to
+      mitigate your Pain; for every Sigh that proceeds from you, pursues me,
+      and ecchoes in my Breast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> That I believe, it must be so; ’tis so in Love, ’tis so
+      in Musick, ’tis so in Souls; the fine in Raptures sympathize with
+      cœlestial Joys, revived by all their Unisons in Heaven; but to free
+      thee from Pain, I’ll think no more of Life below, but fly to nobler
+      Thoughts, and pursue my Hopes in Happier Climes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Cad.</i> Cease not to vent your Grief for my Relief, ’tis my
+      Delight to share with you in Suffering; but rather wish that all may
+      be fixed on me, that I may take them to some gentle Stream, and then
+      to lay me down to stifle all in Waves; and there, oh there, let my
+      Spirit expire.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Nay, no more of that, if thou be my Friend, hate me, be
+      lewd, be infamous, that I may banish thee;
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>oh let me banish
+      thee from every Glance of Thought, that I may take my Sleep, my
+      lasting Sleep in Peace.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Cad.</i> Name not that to me.</p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Name not what?</p>
+    <p><i>Cad.</i> Your Death, my Lord.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis Death to resign up thee, to yield thee into others
+      Arms; oh my <i>Cademore</i>, be a Virgin still, for if you marry, you
+      part from me, and make me jealous in Eternity.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Cad.</i> Let no Thought of that arise, the Pangs of your Death will
+      always smart in me, keep me from all and every Thought of Man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> The Pangs of my Death smart in thee, there is no pain in
+      Death, the Sound of your Words is Musick to my Soul, and makes the
+      ever-living Youth rejoice, and leap for Joy, being ripe for birth,
+      desires to go to Life; but this Body, this timorous Mother Earth; alas
+      she shivers, and dreads the Hour of her Travail, but when that Midwife
+      Death in Life shall give me Birth, Oh! may it be in that Kingdom where
+      thou in long Eternity shall shine; and if my Happiness be no more than
+      what I conceive in thee, and that to last for ever, then let the World
+      say I am nothing, I am dishonourable, the Crown of my Head is dropped
+      from the Kingdom of my Body, so that I may say I live with thee, but
+      when we part.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Cad.</i> O my Soul!</p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> O Heaven!</p>
+    <p><i>Cad.</i> Oh Angels!</p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Burst Heart, and let me fall.</p>
+    <p><i>Cad.</i> Oh Death! quickly to my Aid.</p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> Oh my <i>Cademore</i>, live!</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Cad.</i> If it must be so, come visit me after Death.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Oh how can I promise that? If this great Sun should
+      refuse his Heaven, and slide from Orb to Orb, leave the Elements,
+      prostrate himself on the Earth, fall a Victim at thy Feet, it would
+      only serve to surprize and fire thy Heart; blind thy mortal Eyes; and
+      lest the Garment of the Intellect be thus incomparable and Glorious,
+      make me not promise, for if I promise, ’twill make me uneasy in
+      Heaven, ’till I perform my Word; but if I can entreat to thy Guardian
+      Saint, then I’ll attend thee all the Day, hover
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>and settle upon thy
+      Pillow all the Night, where I’ll converse with thee in Visions, and
+      when thy Time is full done, I’ll wait and watch the closing of thine
+      Eyes, and then will I catch away thy Soul in a Divine Transport; with
+      Cœlestial Wings we’ll soar to the Lofty Mountains in the Clouds, when
+      they shall dissolve like a Bed of Down; our inward Hearts shall kiss
+      each other in Love, in Extasy, and then we’ll fly away together from
+      all Adversity.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [Cademore <i>faints, and is carried off the Stage</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ml-2em noindent'>
+      Oh my Soul stealeth from me.
+      Clippeth and hangeth upon thee.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>King lies down.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Theorbeo. <i>The King rises.</i></p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Oh <i>Theorbeo</i>, I perceive there is an End of Hope;
+      it was my fear they would conquer thee, and bring thee to this Place
+      of Adversity.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theor.</i> It is not so, my Lord, I have left your Troops in trusty
+      Hands, and am come here, that you may make your Escape in my Habit;
+      and by that Time you have reach’d to the Army, I being a Stranger,
+      will pass the Centry again, and come to your Majesty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis an inspired Thought, we’ll put it in Execution.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>The King dresses himself in</i> Theorbeo<i>’s Clothes</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Oh <i>Theorbeo</i>, grieve not, every Sigh of thine, will make my
+      Heart to weep Drops of Blood; consider a small Affliction by chance
+      may happen; but these great Calamities, must proceed from something
+      Great; and if so, it is Philosophy to rejoice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theor.</i> But Nature conquers Philosophy, and is a match for
+      Divinity: I am sometimes at wars with my Will, whether to fly to Sin
+      for Refuge, or to Heaven for Relief.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> My Lord I’ll haste away, and in one Hour expect to see
+      you again.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theor.</i> When I think you’re safe, I’ll follow.</p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex. King.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span><i>Enter</i> Dologodelmo <i>guarded</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      O <i>Godelmo</i>, what brings thee to this Place of Misery? Speak
+      quickly, though I dread to hear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> May all the Ills that are preparing in the Elements, be
+      dash’d on the Head of <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, that I might die, and my
+      Soul join with his Adversary; I’d fly swiftly with the Ball, and
+      direct it to his inward Heart.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theor.</i> Curse him not; has he deserted you?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> We no sooner entered the Field, but he joined the
+      Adversary; may Heaven pour down upon him the bitter Blessings, the
+      Honey Curse, the gilded Pill, that satisfies Desire, and infects the
+      Mind; give him Riches, and make him love them, then will he be
+      abhorred of Men, the Spirits, the Angels, and the Gods: may a proud
+      Sign appear in his Face, that he may be a Tavern for Devils to riot
+      and banquet in; let him pamper Nature, feed high, to destroy his
+      Taste; so blind all the Beauties of the Mind; then will his hungry
+      Pleasure devour up all the eternal Treasure of his Soul.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theor.</i> <i>Godelmo</i>, let thy Passion cease.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> O pardon me, I must be alone, and burst my Heart with
+      sighing.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Dolo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theor.</i> O that Heaven would erect an Altar where Man might
+      sacrifice himself an Offering; then surely the Blood of great Men
+      would dye the Spring, the Rivers, and the Seas. O my Soul is full of
+      Calamity, and my Heart is sore with Sorrow.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> Just now my Rival is with her; I tremble thus in the
+      solemn Gloom, the Noon of Night; my wakeful Soul can find no rest, but
+      from a jealous Dream I start, I rise amazed, in the Face of the
+      Elements, bow, sigh, and think of Sorrow; I wonder what the Moon
+      thinks of me. Oh when, oh when, shall Time and Sorrow cease! Surely
+      <i>Cupid</i>’s Dart is the Sting of Death; oh dear Death, oh how I
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>could hug thee. What
+      Sign is it when a Man’s Heart is broken?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theor.</i> That he is in love.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> Come, do, let you and I weep together, and pour out all
+      the sour Anguish of our Souls: Women are cruel Creatures; tho’ I could
+      kiss her a thousand thousand Times; oh ye inconstant Wretch, yet I
+      will press my Check to thine, weep, sigh, and part Eternal; Oh!
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Oh you dearest Creature,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Heaven is seen in every Feature</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Is there no such thing, as learning Charms to move?</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>No, no, no, ’tis Gold and Honour makes the Fair to love:</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Angel, ’tis in vain, if you come like a Swain,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>With all your Harps and Arts, and Sweets to please from <i>Jove</i>.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl'>ACT IV.</h2>
+    <p class='ce mt-xl-2rem text-xl'><i>Enter</i> Bellman <i>and Sings</i>.</p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse drop-cap'>
+        <span class='noindent'>Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn!</span>
+        <span class='noindent'>Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below,</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>You what’s most pleasing know,</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep;</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>But if I chance to wake you with my Bell,</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well;</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>And if you please her, as you ought to do,</span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my
+      troubled Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld
+      all Nature in Confusion, the City
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>in Uproar, the Brave
+      in Distress; Spears of Fire, fighting in the Elements; the King’s
+      Solitaries scrambling up the lofty Hills, by the Light of the Moon;
+      they prostrated themselves on the Ground, and invoke Heaven for good
+      towards their Master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Ser.</i> I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want
+      of Sleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning
+      <i>Cademore</i> intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d
+      before <i>Darony</i>, her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him
+      passionately in Love with her; yet chear up thy self, and still have
+      hopes; when a Woman has a mind to gain a Man, she may study his
+      Constitution, and what he likes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Ser.</i> Oh <i>Sementory</i>, I have had cruel Dreams.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo.</p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> Ladies, what are you upon now?</p>
+    <p><i>Sem.</i> Dreams my Lord.</p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> Can you interpret, Madam?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought
+      myself mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of
+      <i>Arabia</i>, where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a
+      stormy, tempestuous Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove
+      them furiously over the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and
+      all the dreadful Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a
+      Moment surrounded with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which
+      should devour me first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the
+      Element opened her fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning
+      and Hail; all the Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling
+      down upon my Head, and how I came into my Body, I know not.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this
+      prognosticates you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose
+      your Mistress.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span><i>Hurlo.</i> This
+      is my Mistress; <i>Darony</i>, my Rival, is dead in Love to thee;
+      since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry Sounds;
+      you must part.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Ser.</i> Part, and never meet no more:</p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>How can I bear to see that gloomy Day,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain,</span>
+        <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>And never think of Man again.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Sem. <i>and</i> Ser.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Primo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master
+      <i>Darony</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> He will be here instantly, and desires you will be
+      Counsel to him, as you was to <i>Soarethereal</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am
+      fervently so to my Soveraign.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Darony.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are
+      departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and
+      all Nature seems to rejoice; <i>Phœbus</i> till now hath ceas’d to
+      shine upon the foggy Globe for many Weeks.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that
+      water and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from
+      his Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly
+      smiled upon me.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> <i>Primo</i>, what thinkest thou of that?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of
+      Humility; I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the
+      Brow, and begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an
+      outstretch’d Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft
+      diminutive, that she may shine among the Stars.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> Mr. Humility, your humble Servant.</p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span><i>Primo.</i> Every
+      one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition will not be
+      granted.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> Art thou a Petitioner?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> In the Name of <i>Soarethereal</i> I am, who fervently
+      desires the Life of <i>Theorbeo</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn
+      a mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of
+      burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in
+      Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the
+      Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above,
+      let <i>Phœbus</i> cease to shine, or <i>Theorbeo</i> cease to live.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Primo.</i> Then he must not live.</p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> No, he shall not live.</p>
+    <p><i>Primo.</i> Oh how Men condemn themselves!</p>
+    <div class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Primo.</div>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman;
+      not but I feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it
+      under, lest it should appear to the World.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> That’s true, my Lord.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> I am inform’d <i>Soarethereal</i> is in a Wood with 20000
+      Men, and designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there
+      present at the Slaughter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded
+      with 60000 Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your
+      Armour.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> Then I’m at peace within; yet <i>Cademore</i> still runs
+      in my Mind: let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent
+      to marry, I’ll force her.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+    <div>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>
+      <h3 class='text-xl ce mt-xl-2rem'>
+        <span class='gesperrt'>SCENE</span>, <i>a Prison</i>.
+      </h3>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        <i>Enter</i> Theorbeo, <i>and</i> Dologodelmo
+        <i>looking on his Watch</i>.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Theor.</i> Our Time is almost expired.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Dolo.</i> I think this Finger is like the Dart of Death, upon the
+        Figure of Twelve sits my Life; Oh how it steals to sting!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theor.</i> Those are melancholly Thoughts, think not of Death, but
+        of Life, or of any thing that will divert thee most.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Dolo.</i> When I think my King is in misery, and <i>Darony</i> upon
+        his Throne; when the Noble suffer, and Miscreants are blest, then my
+        Faculties within me rejoice; there is a secret Thought in that, which
+        revives my very Soul.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theor.</i> A small Offence unthrones the Noble, but infamous
+        Actions raise a Tyrant.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter Guards and Executioner.</i></p>
+      <p><i>Theor.</i> After what manner must we suffer?</p>
+      <p><i>Dolo.</i> In the Room of burning glass.</p>
+      <p><i>Theor.</i> Then what means this Executioner?</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Dolo.</i> If the Sun destroys us not, as he rides along the
+        Meridian Course, by this Man we must be slaughtered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Offic.</i> My Lord, your Time’s expired; Guards attend here.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Fla.</i> But hold, I’m come to give you a Description of your happy
+        Flight to the <i>Elysian</i>: Your Neck’s no sooner laid to the Block,
+        but the Stroke’s given; immediately your Soul begins a March through
+        all the Elements: in the Body first, you’re confin’d five Minutes in
+        the Regions of Fire, amazed, amidst the verdant green Climes of Water
+        and Air; you pass then heavily through the solemn Gloom of
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>Earth; you go, you
+        faint, the Soul bows, farewel to Nature; you fall into a dark, black
+        Slumber, a Trance; and when the Spirit touches you upon the Elbow, you
+        wake surpriz’d in a World of Light; there you see <i>Shakespear</i>,
+        <i>Milton</i>, <i>Homer</i>, sprightly, alert, alive, flying swiftly
+        through the radiant Climes, to visit the Wits of every Generation; the
+        Rich, Poor, the Merry, Mournful; the pamper’d, hungry Souls are there.
+        Alas, the Scene is chang’d, you’ll not pity them; Queen
+        <i>Eliz.</i> is in her Hut, selling of fry’d Fritters;
+        <i>Pompey</i> and <i>Alexander</i> carry Charcoal to feed her Fires;
+        the Great Mogul, the Czar, the grim Bashaw, the Emperor, the Grand
+        Turk and <i>Cæsar</i>, are scrambling for the Drops of the Pan, and as
+        they are wont, are scuffling for Trifles, till it raises their
+        inextinguishable Rage to Loggerheads, cutting, flashing, carbonading
+        <i>Nero</i>’s Buttocks; nay, they’re all fighting in Blood up to the
+        Ears, and there is the Devil to do amongst them.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Flame.</p>
+      <p><i>Theo. Dologodelmo</i> farewell.</p>
+      <p><i>Dolo.</i> Our Time is come to part.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Theo.</i> Farewell, my Lord farewell, this World is all Departure;
+        Oh that I could appoint a Place to meet thee after Death; yet through
+        the ranging of my Soul at Liberty, I’ll surely ken thee afar; methinks
+        I see thee shine upon the brightest Mountain in the highest Orb,
+        stretching forth thy self, and pluming thy immortal Wings, preparing
+        to take thy everlasting and eternal Flight; and when we meet to part
+        no more, may all our Song be Love, in Divine Tranquility.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Dolo.</i> This lofty, sublime Speculation, proceeds from your own
+        Virtue, not from my Merit; for if the Work of this Life, makes a
+        Garment for the Soul, mine will be stain’d with Avarice, Debauchery
+        and Revenge; you are Innocent: O Innocence! thou only Traveller to
+        Heaven, farewell for ever.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i></p>
+    </div>
+    <div>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>
+      <h3 class='ce text-xl mt-xl-2rem'><em class='gesperrt'>SCENE</em>, <i>a Wood</i>.</h3>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Thunder and Lightning. Enter</i> King.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> What a Smell of Sulphur is here? Was ever Day like this?
+        surely all the Infernals are rising up in Arms, in Thunder, Lightning,
+        and Hail; the Air’s in a Flame; I think my self in the Sun, expecting
+        every Moment to be dissolv’d, and Conscience smiles.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> King.</p>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        <i>A</i> Genius <i>descends in a Cloud, and</i> Death
+        <i>enters upon a pale-dun Horse</i>.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Death.</i> Thou Genius of the King, confront me not.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> Oh Death, thou long-liv’d Mortal, say for what art thou
+        come, thus proudly aloft, and hieroglyphick mounted?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Death.</i> To Wars, Victory, Revenge, with Stings from
+        <i>Lucifer</i> my imperial Grandfather; I drive my Parent Man from
+        Nature; I’ll die, be born again, and pursue him in Eternity.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> Thus when Man commits a Crime, he creates a Fiend to
+        fight against him: remember thou Toad of Hell, all the Elements that
+        compound the Nature of Mortals, are now conspiring against thee.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Death.</i> Discord horrid!</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> Thou Off-spring of Sin, that is, of that Nature that
+        will draw upon it all the eternal Vengeance of Heaven!
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Death.</i> Thou mak’st me tremble.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> Tremble thou, when yon marble Sky shall rent, flashing
+        swift as the Lightning glimpse away; when crimson Elements appear, and
+        Fury rides on flaming Winds, and spreads himself abroad, deep in the
+        Bowels of this Globe shall wake, nay twice ten thousand Thunders,
+        renting the rocky Mountains, and hurling Kingdoms to the
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>Sky; Cataracts of
+        Fire, and purple Storms shall rage, and hurricane thy infernal Soul.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Death.</i> Discord horrid!</p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Death.</p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Man, what is thy Business here to interrupt my Solitude?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> I follow the Oppress’d, where I often find Relief.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>King.</i> What is thy Name?</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> My Name is secret, I was Tutor to a young Man, and when
+        I corrected him to cure Pride, he resisted and rose up against me, and
+        for that Reason I have left him for a Season.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>King.</i> And will Calamity cure Pride?</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> Behold yon pamper’d high-fed Colt, unoppress’d, at
+        ease, unbroke, he leap’d his Mounds, and sported all abroad; he saw a
+        Lamb, a Nightingale, a Dove; he started, snorted, and bridled with
+        Disdain, with twisted Neck and cocking Tail, with bended Knee he
+        bounds away, disdaining all he sees; but now his Back is stain’d with
+        Saddle-marks, his Mouth is gaul’d with Bridle-bit; and he that
+        despis’d the Lamb, the Dove, the Nightingale before, now is tam’d, and
+        feeding with a Goose and Boar.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Alas! I pity thee; here is all the Money I have, and this
+        Ring; ’twas given me by one I most admire.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Genius.</i> But why do you give me all?</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> I am distress’d my self, and design to ask Relief of
+        Heaven.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Genius.</i> I will speak of thy Generosity, and force my Words to
+        the highest Heaven; Angels will love and long for thy coming on high;
+        rapp’d with thy Fame will wing away, warbling as the Swift, to meet
+        thee in thy flight.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Genius.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> From whence this inward Joy, as if the Musick of the
+        Spheres, and heavenly Song, penetrate the Sky, and eccho in my Soul.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span><i>Enter</i> Officer.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Offic.</i> I am inform’d from the City, that <i>Darony</i> has
+        taken Possession of all, and is now crown’d, and the People greatly
+        rejoice: <i>Lomporhomock</i> and <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> are come down
+        with an Army of 60000 Men, and threaten in a Moment to destroy you and
+        your Troops.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> The excessive Storm blows up the Fire of my Soul, and
+        makes me long to fight; every String of my Heart is firm, is stony as
+        the Lion’s Nerve; it rises in my Breast, it leaps, it yearns; Oh great
+        is my Desire! I am all athirst, not for the Blood of my Adversaries,
+        but for the Freedom of my Friends.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Offic. Theorbeo</i> is at the Place of Execution; he desires to be
+        interr’d under his Statue in the Grove, that if you ever come to your
+        Kingdom, you may sometimes walk and think of him.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Oh when shall this Dramatick World be done! but yet with
+        me indeed it is. Oh when shall the End of all Things come! When shall
+        the Musick of the Spheres break out! like Trumpets found Alarms, and
+        Thunder in Bases roar? Oh when shall the glittering Crouds of Angels
+        tread the Stages of the Sky, to sing the Chorus at the End of Time!
+        Sing, oh Chant, with Sounds to metamorphose Man; and make me, oh make
+        me any thing but what I am!
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p><i>King.</i> Why do you pause?</p>
+      <p><i>Offic.</i> I fear to speak.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Speak, for I dread not to hear; this Moment I will fight
+        and die with my Army.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Offic.</i> The Princess <i>Cademore</i> is now forc’d in Marriage
+        to <i>Darony</i>.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every
+        thing that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress,
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>and my Friends? Rise
+        up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul;
+        oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the
+        Elements depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in
+        tender Pity gaze upon me!
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Officer.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Offic.</i> The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either
+        fight or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>King.</i> Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [<i>Exit</i>
+        Officer.] Yet hold, 20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great
+        Courage or Contrivance, tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten
+        Cowards in Armour; I have also heard of the
+        <i>Grecian</i> Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to overcome by
+        Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll give them to
+        drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and Bitterness
+        of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in the
+        Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of a
+        Dragon.
+      </p>
+      <div>
+        <p class='verse'>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes,</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>To every Part the Sulphur flies;</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>The Wings extend, the thorny Points display,</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day:</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws,</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes;</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies.</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break,</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake:</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>And if one Part should chance to fail,</span>
+          <span class='ml-2em hanging-1em'>I’ll prick him on with speary Tail.</span>
+        </p>
+      </div>
+    </div>
+    <div>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>
+      <h3 class='ce mt-xl-2rem text-xl'><span class='gesperrt'>SCENE</span>, <i>Cademore</i>’s Apartment.</h3>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Cademore <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+      <p><i>Cad.</i> See who comes here?</p>
+      <p><i>Serin.</i> ’Tis the Lord <i>Flame</i>.</p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Flame.</i> My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and
+        mounts my Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the
+        lofty Oaks, splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing
+        World! disgrace the noble <i>Oliver</i>, and say, that he is
+        Gunpowder-maker to the Devil; and that <i>Lucifer</i> reads the
+        Scriptures, that he may plead against Mortals. See, see those two
+        glow-worms how they glitter; these are <i>Cleopatra</i>’s radiant
+        Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body, ambitious to vie against the
+        Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom, those heaving Monsters fire
+        me; oh that I was a Child again, that I might suck!
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Flame.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper
+        approach my Brain.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Darony, Cademore <i>turns from him</i>.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Daro.</i> Dear Lady fly me not, stay and hear me speak;
+        <i>Ovid</i>’s Words in <i>Bonon</i>’s Sound, cannot describe the
+        Passion of my Love.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> Cruel Man, follow me not; if you love me, do not augment
+        my Torment.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Daro.</i> I am come with Comforts to feed the distressed Soul, I
+        love.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Cad.</i> What in me, do you admire?</p>
+      <p><i>Daro.</i> Your Person, Madam.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> They are Brutes that marry Bodies; the Mind is all that
+        can be loved; the other is a Desire proceeds from
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>Nature vicious,
+        urged by Food and Wine: Live low, and you’ll not love me.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Daro.</i> Oh ’tis in my Soul, I admire the Mind!</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> Then if you converse, you enjoy; what can you ask for
+        more?
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo, <i>and a</i> Parson.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Hurlo.</i> Come along, Sir, the King will make you a Bishop.
+      </p>
+      <div>
+        <p class='verse'>
+          <span class='ml-1em hanging-3em'>
+            <i>Daro.</i> My Love, my Life, my Fire, to thee shall all be given;
+          </span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'>
+            I’ll make thee taste of earthly Joys, and fetch thee down from Heaven:
+          </span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'>A Power that will without controul,</span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'>Knock down all the Centrys of the Soul.</span>
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p>Sir, perform your Office.</p>
+      <div class='rj'>[<i>Speaking to the</i> Parson.</div>
+      <p><i>Par.</i> Madam, are you willing to be married?</p>
+      <p><i>Cad.</i> I am not.</p>
+      <p><i>Hurlo.</i> Never mind that.</p>
+      <p><i>Par.</i> ’Tis my Sovereign, and I must obey.</p>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        <i>Enter</i> Flame, <i>with Pistols, and a drawn Sword</i>.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Fla.</i> This Dagger will I heat red-hot in the crimson Blood of
+        <i>Darony</i>, with which I’ll spear the Heart of <i>Seringo</i>, that
+        Weather-cock; I’ll raise it upon some Pinacle or Spire; it shall ever
+        whirl about with every Blast; myself I’ll dissolve into Air; I’ll make
+        the stormy Winds to blow, the petty Breezes shall have no Power; but
+        I’ll reign King of Tempest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Hurlo.</i> My Lord, can I serve you? Do you please to accept of
+        Assistance?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Flame. Hurlothrumbo</i>, what hast thou done with <i>Seringo</i>,
+        hid her in thy Belly? Speak, in a moment speak, or I’ll rip it open,
+        and let her out.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Hurlo.</i> O no! ah hold! oh pray give me leave, and I’ll answer
+        you!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Fla.</i> Speak! quickly speak! or like a Griffin stuff’d with Fire
+        and Gunpowder, I’ll blow thy Limbs and Stings to every Part of the
+        Globe!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span><i>Hurlo.</i> Oh ye
+        Powers inspire me with Madness, that I may answer him in his own
+        Language! [<i>Aside.</i>] If you please to let us go, my Lord, we’ll
+        this Moment mount her upon the Back of the Sun; in the mean while, you
+        get a stradling upon the Moon, there you’ll be mounted aloft, and ride
+        after her, spur and whip, whip and spur, and you’ll be sure to
+        overtake her in the Eclipses; there you’ll be clapp’d together, Face
+        to Face, one upon another; and all the World will shout and say, he
+        has her, he has her, he has her! huzza!
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>
+        [Darony, Hurlothrumbo, <i>and the</i> Parson, <i>shout and Ex.</i>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Fla.</i> Ride on, Lightning, to perform, or I’ll drive you on with
+        Thunder.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Serin.</i> Dear Lady keep him in Discourse, for your own Security.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> My Lord, you seem to be in Distress, is it in my Power to
+        assist you?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Fla.</i> No; my Soul, like a Jocky, is mounted and riding his
+        eternal Race; I have slackned the Reins of Nature, and the Beast
+        pulls, is pampered with too many Beans and Oats, and is running away
+        with me to the Devil.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Flame <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Cad.</i> Pity! I have heard of Pity, surely Pity now is banish’d
+        from the Earth, and all the Spirits of Love are lock’d up fast in
+        Heaven. Was I once free from this miserable Cave of Nature, I think I
+        could deny myself even of Paradise, to fly about within this lower
+        World, to cure all the Sick, and heal the Broken-hearted: If there be
+        a Maid on Earth whose Grief is like to mine, O ye sublimer Genius of
+        the Air! in tender Pity direct her here to me, that I may lay my Face
+        down to her Feet, and wash them clean with Tears; then will I rise,
+        and gaze, and give her all that’s mine, that Generosity may please my
+        Soul, and Love will rise up in my Heart, and conquer all my Grief.
+      </p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Seringo <i>and</i> Sementory.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Sem.</i> I am full of sympathetick Confusion; there is nothing to
+        be seen upon the Terrass, but Flashes of Lightning, flying through
+        Clouds of Gun-powder Smoak.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Cad.</i> Oh I tremble!</p>
+      <p class='ce'>
+        <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span><i>Enter</i> Servant.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Serv.</i> <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> is taken Prisoner, and the
+        <i>Dutch</i> Horse begin to fly.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Servant.</p>
+      <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Flame.</i> The King has gain’d the Victory; I’ll fly to the
+        <i>Elysian</i> Fields, and provoke them all to dance.
+      </p>
+      <p><i>Serin.</i> Shall I go with you, my Lord?</p>
+      <p>
+        <i>Flame.</i> Oh! no, <i>Seringo</i>, Coquets can never alarm me.
+      </p>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>A Song.</i></p>
+      <div>
+        <p class='verse'>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>I’ll to the simple Fair incline,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>Constant Love, full of</i> Jove, <i>all divine,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'>
+            <i>All, all, all divine, she’s rais’d, touch’d, rap’d, and only mine:</i>
+          </span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>O lead me, lead me to one like thee!</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>Yet mighty Fate from happy State,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>Leads us all from Ruin,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>Through jealous Discords oh,</i></span>
+          <span class='ml-3em hanging-1em'><i>And parting worse than Death, Death, oh.</i></span>
+        </p>
+      </div>
+      <p class='rj'>[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+      <p class='ce mt-2em'><i>The End of the Fourth Act.</i></p>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i047.png' alt=''>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title text-xxl'>ACT V.</h2>
+    <p class='ce mt-2em'><i>Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo, <i>in Prison guarded</i>.</p>
+    <p class='mt-1em drop-cap-xl noindent'>
+      <span class='float-left'><i>Hurlo.</i></span> Leave me alone, let me vent, let me pour out the
+      inveterate Anguish of my Soul; I see there is nothing impossible; no,
+      does not this World turn round without Spit or Jack, and roast before
+      the Fire in the Elements ’till all her Fruits are ripe to eat? If this
+      be so, all things are rul’d by the same Power, and there is nothing
+      impossible. Stand still ye Globe, let there be but one Season, scorch
+      or starve the Universe: Come a little nearer, oh ye Sun, and burn all
+      mortal Race, or keep thee farther off, and starve them soon to Death;
+      oh that all Mankind might perish with myself!
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Lomporhomock, <i>guarded</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> My Lord <i>Lomporhomock</i>, you’re welcome to your new
+      Habitation.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Lom.</i> ’Tis a cold Place.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Yes; you had us’d to stew your Lungs up in Claret all
+      Night, and the next Morning skim the Pot with a Pipe of Tobacco; but a
+      little cold Water must now suffice: I wish I had the scourging of thy
+      <i>Dutch</i>
+      Buttocks.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Lom.</i> Is there any Hopes of Liberty?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Nothing more sure than that; they’ll first make thee
+      dance the stripping Dance.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Lom.</i> How is that?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> They’ll first take this Stone Cloak off thy Shoulders;
+      thy Clothes off thy Back; then strip thy Body of thy Soul, and send it
+      into its own Country stark naked, and a good Journey to you.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span><i>Lom.</i> Rather a
+      good Dream.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> This World is all a Dream, an Outside, a Dunghill pav’d
+      with Diamonds; but to you and your cursed Army nothing can compare,
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Except I hunt the Woods, to find a Savage Boar:</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>No sooner he his Adversary sees,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>But rouses up from Luxury and Ease;</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>His Heart and Eyes, was in Surprize, and both at Civil War,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>And all his Passion backward flies, and flames into the Air,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Then from his Jaws did Foam descend, as tho’ he fear’d no Evil;</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>
+          The Tail, the Tusks, the Bristles stood an end, as if he’d fight the Devil;
+        </span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>But when with Spear, the Foe drew near, to shout for happy Day,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>
+          His Ears let fall, and drooping all, cry’d <i>Boh!</i> and run away.
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit</i> Lomp.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Primo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Honourable Sir, and greatest Comfort in Adversity, ’tis
+      my fervent Desire to know what Pleasure we shall enjoy in the
+      <i>Elysian</i>; for now all my Hopes are there.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Has your Pleasure been intellectual, in which the Body
+      has no share?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> I have had very delightful Dreams, all Spirit and Love;
+      but I must needs say, the Body did share in the Pleasure, and Woman
+      has been all the Delight of my Life.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Look up, my Lord; you see yon Marble Sky, thro’ that is
+      the Way you are to pass; then you come to a Scarlet Flame, that Flame
+      compounds the Nature of Woman, and if that Part of Woman has dissolved
+      thee here, how shalt thou be able to march thro’ the fiery Element, on
+      which a Woman is made; no, it cannot be, you will descend, you’ll
+      yearn to your old Delights, and visit the Virgins in the Night.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> That’s good.</p>
+    <p>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span><i>Primo.</i> Then
+      will you haunt melancholy Tombs, and visit <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> in his
+      Solitude; invite him to a Banquet of Raptures: but alas, he’ll be
+      indispos’d, and so desire to be excus’d.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> That’s blank; may I not fly amongst my old Friends, and
+      noble Officers? will they not honour me as a Person of Quality?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Every Man is honour’d according to his Colour and
+      Brightness; your common Souls are like dissolved Allum, pour’d in
+      clear Water; these are not able to converse with the Sublimes, nor
+      Gloworm shine before the Sun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> I hope they’ll not rob me of my Honour, that his Majesty
+      has bestow’d upon me: they’ll call me Lord, will they not?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Words are not the Language of the Place, ’tis Musick,
+      Motion, Hieroglyphick, Dress.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Tell me how shall I converse with <i>Brutus</i>, I long
+      to see him: By what shall I know him?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> <i>Brutus</i> is in Scarlet; his Heart shines like a
+      Star, and his Right hand is black.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> What, for Murder! then I shall be black all over; now be
+      sincere, and let me know your Opinion of my Case.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Then answer me, can you love a Friend more than a
+      Mistress?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> No.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Are you mov’d with Sounds? do they drive Venom from your
+      Soul, and make your Blood run cold?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> No.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Are you affected with sublime Prose; do your Nerves
+      creep, and your Veins shiver?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Hurlo.</i> No.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Primo.</i> Then you’ll enter into the Shades like a Cow in an
+      Opera, terrify’d with Delights; she lows and interrupts; she gallops
+      to those Climes, where is most Grass, and a Bull.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Primo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> May be live in my Dream, upon the Desarts of
+      <i>Arabia</i>, hurl’d about with stormy Tempest, in Thunder, Lightning
+      and Hail; be pursued by Dragons, Wolves and Tygers; then fly to my
+      Body for shelter, and find the Door
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>shut. Oh most
+      horrid! oh, what has brought me to this unhappy Place of Misery? it
+      was in pursuit of Honour.
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Honour, like the lighted Meteor in the Air,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>She leads the midnight Traveller astray,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Forsaken by the Light, the Sun and Day;</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Thro’ Brambles, Briers, Hedges, Ditches,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>The <i lang='la'>Ignis fatuus</i> the Fool bewitches.</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Thus stimulated, the glimmering Light deceives him,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Leads him to a miry Bog, then vanishes and leaves him:</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Thus I do roul and wallow in the Mire of the Mind,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Not one Moment’s Ease to my Soul can find;</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>Shine oh Sun, my Life to me restore,</span>
+        <span class='ml-1em hanging-1em'>And thee for <i>Fatuus</i> I’ll forsake no more.</span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Hurlo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King, <i>and Officer</i>.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Here I parted with <i>Theorbeo</i>; ah he is gone, he is
+      banish’d from the Earth; oh now my Body hungers for the Ground, as my
+      Soul is a-thirst for Heaven; I will go visit him in the Dust, whilst
+      Sorrow is desirous to vent, lest I rejoice at the Sight of
+      <i>Cademore</i>, and forget my Grief for my Friend. The Fatigue of
+      this Day has been very great; what can strengthen these trembling
+      Nerves; quench and compose these flaming Spirits?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Offic.</i> Sleep.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Oh, what can make an afflicted Mind to sleep?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Offic.</i> Harmony.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis true; whilst I visit <i>Theorbeo</i>, get the
+      Performers in readiness; let the Musick be <i>Astartus</i>, ’tis the
+      Language of Angels, the Eccho of Heaven; and who shall declare the
+      Sense to Mortals? Those Sounds inspire the Intellect, and strengthen
+      the Soul; they animate and arm the Mind; raise to the highest Œconomy
+      of the Universe, and lure me quite from Care; then finely turning the
+      Keys of Paradise, they waft me from Orb to Orb, and make me, thro’
+      divine Opticks, see, the radiant Splendors of bright shining Worlds.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex. King and Officer.</i></p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>
+      [<i>Musick plays solemn. The Scene discovers</i> Theorbeo<i>’s
+        Statue in a Grove</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> I could lay me down, and dissolve my Body by thee, and
+      make my Soul to swim away to thine in Floods of Tears: Oh
+      <i>Theorbeo</i>, thy Body was inhabited once by all things fine,
+      Faculties that rous’d aloft within, ready to heave up the Sky, and
+      force themselves to Heaven; full of an humble Grandeur, Resolution,
+      Ambition divine, that mighty he, that wings the Soul: ’tis impossible
+      that so much Greatness should ever cease to live; oh here let me stay,
+      till thy Breath of eternal Raptures, shall descend from Heaven in
+      Harmony; when thy bright Spirit, like the Sun, shall glance from the
+      Sphere, I’ll leap up in Extasy, and meet thee in the Air; when we
+      descend, I’ll stand to pause, to gaze, admire, rejoice and weep; I’ll
+      parry thy Beams, run into thy Rays, and clasp thee in my Arms; if I
+      become blind; but now sleepy Nature calls to rest, and as our Bodies
+      slumbering sympathize, may our Souls in extatick Visions meet.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>Enter</i> Seringo <i>and sings, and Exit</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Theorbeo <i>and</i> Dologodelmo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theor.</i> She resembles the Guardian Angel of a Man, when his
+      Pupil to <i>Pluto</i> and to Vice is given; then just like her, he
+      sings, he mourns, and sends the Muse to Heaven.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Now have I pass’d my <i>Cademore</i>’s World, and enter
+      <i>Theorbeo</i>’s Kingdom; is it thus we pass from lasting Sleep, and
+      wak’d to Life by a Choir of Angels? This inimitable Sound makes all my
+      Nerves to creep; the chanting Harmony thrills my Veins; the
+      superlative Sweetness of the Musick raises me from the Dust of Death.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>He rises and sees</i> Theorbeo.</p>
+    <p>
+      Oh <i>Theorbeo</i>, I am like a Cœlestial inspired Man, my Heart is
+      full of Love, and overflows with Joy; is it lasting, or
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>will it vanish?
+      To-day or ever? Momentary or eternal? declare those blooming Thoughts;
+      a Pearl and Heavenly Mystery lodge within thy Eyes, ripe with Anity,
+      appris’d with Tidings from on high; oh tell to me the Case of separate
+      Souls; or in the Rapidity of thy Career, catch me away in a divine
+      Transport, I long to touch thee; may I touch thee?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Theor.</i> Yes, you may.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> Will your Majesty give me leave to explain the Mystery?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Speak <i>Godelmo</i>, for I long to hear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> The King was no sooner enter’d the Room of Burning-Glass;
+      but it scorch’d his very Soul; crying out aloud to Heaven, with
+      fervent Oraison, the Sun seem’d to start, and vail’d his Face with
+      Clouds; for when he reflected on what was done, he mourn’d and wept,
+      he wetted all the World with Tears: when we were both releas’d from
+      our Chains, he drew the Vesture from his Eyes, and smil’d on all the
+      Earth.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Oh <i>Theorbeo</i>, methinks I see the Angel, that
+      pitches his Pavilion round thee, leave thee and march to the higher
+      Regions of the Air, then rise up with his glittering Glory, and
+      eclipse the Sun; O <i>Theorbeo</i>, I celebrate a Dunelmo in my Heart,
+      and all the Faculties of my Soul are banqueting on high Delight.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> The Centry of my Actions is just reliev’d; my new
+      Companion, and a good Conscience, revive my Vitals, chuck my Heart
+      under the Chin; and all the Strings strike up a Rit-a-te; every
+      Faculty is trickling down with Transports.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Sings.</i> I gaze in Transport charm’d,</p>
+    <p class='ml-3em hanging-1em'>My Soul’s with Love alarm’d.</p>
+    <div class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i></div>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='gesperrt'><i>A SONG.</i></span>
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Scene changes to the Court.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> See here comes the King; Calamity prepares a Man to
+      receive a Petition; <i>Dolo</i> will tell him the Cause of our coming.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span><i>Enter</i> Dologodelmo.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> I have inform’d the King that you have a Petition to his
+      Majesty; he’ll instantly pass by, and speak to you; see where he
+      comes!
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Ex.</i> Dolo.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Pray my Sovereign Lord hear us, let Pity move; the meanest
+      of Kings pardon small Offences, and the mightiest of Kings may stand
+      in need of Mercy; your Majesty knows that Greatness is seen more in a
+      Man, when Mercy exerts in Lowliness, than when he rides in Fury, upon
+      red-wing’d Thunder to revenge.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Rise up, I’ll hear no more, I can guess at what you’ll
+      say. (<i>Ex.</i> Sem. <i>and</i> Ser.) My Enemies are the Rod of
+      Heaven, that seldom ceases to torment: How mean a thing it is for Men
+      to beg that Life, that is in the Hands of the greatest Adversary? No,
+      they cannot live, their Breath would infect the Air, who would turn
+      loose Dragons, Wolves and Tygers, I am not safe upon my Throne; yet
+      Wisdom, in the highest Philosophy, tells me I am fate? for if there be
+      a Power above, I am the Shadow of that Power below; and if so, not all
+      the Power of my Adversaries, and all the furious Infernals, can stir a
+      Shadow the Breadth of a Hair, except they have power to move the
+      Substance. I cannot bear to have an Enemy; if I destroy these Men,
+      they go down to the Dust unconquered: I never knew a Temper, not of
+      the most inveterate kind, but I could conquer it, and force the Man to
+      love me. When Ambition, Revenge and Passions rise, then Reason
+      strengthens, and Love stands up and demands a Parly; and when my
+      vanquish’d Adversary stands before me, it is equal to me whether I
+      strike or kiss.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Sementory <i>and</i> Seringo.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> <i>Darony</i> is very desirous to live, he’s much in love
+      with Life; the King is now in <i>Cademore</i>’s Apartment; she may
+      soften his Mind, and make him full of Compassion:
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span><i>Darony</i> deserves no Pity. Oh <i>Seringo</i>, what was
+      you in
+      love with, when you admir’d that Mortal?
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Ser.</i> Not with the Man, but his Title.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> Well, we Women are not worth a wise Man’s Observation; our
+      graceless Pride, and covetous Ambition, makes us always poor, and
+      tasteless; were we humble as the purest Spirits, discerning as the
+      Watchers above; we should admire Merit, then find Happiness, and be as
+      rich as Hermits: you’ll never prosper for your Cruelty to the Lord
+      <i>Flame</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Ser.</i> That’s my fear.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> See, here he comes; ’tis Vertue creates Love, Love Fire,
+      and Fire confin’d creates Madness; but give vent, and all shall be
+      well.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Ser.</i> I will, <i>Sementory</i>.</p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> Flame.</p>
+    <p><i>Fla.</i> What! not marry’d yet?</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Sem.</i> No; Angels are jealous of the Sublime in Ladies, prevent
+      and preserve us from rude Men; for they destroy the Beauty of the
+      Mind, as Time and Thought do the Body.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Fla.</i> O <i>Seringo</i>! that thy Heart was Steel; ’tis Sand upon
+      which I wrote all my Perfections, but every little Wind makes an
+      Alteration, and blows the Impression quite away.
+    </p>
+    <p><i>Sem.</i> Make way; see here the King comes!</p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>Ex.</i> Flame, Sementory, <i>and</i> Seringo.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'><i>Enter</i> King <i>and</i> Cademore.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Cad.</i> Oh! tell me, how did you bear the Pangs of Parting?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> When I heard that you was married to another my Soul
+      sigh’d within me; it mourn’d, it griev’d, I perceiv’d a Tear of Blood
+      to trickle down, and drop from the Bottom of my Heart; then Reason
+      rouz’d within me, with celestial Wings I soar’d, I flew to my Aid
+      aloft, I sigh’d, I bow’d sublime, and wept.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span><i>Enter</i> Theorbeo <i>and</i> Dologodelmo.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dolo.</i> The vanquish’d Traitors are come to appear before your
+      Majesty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Can you bear to see any thing in distress?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Theo.</i> I must own my Soul is apt to sympathize.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis so with me; when I see the Wound of a Man, that Part
+      of me trembles; and thro’ viewing a Cripple, have been seiz’d with
+      Lameness. How Thoughts rise up and plead to strengthen Mercy! telling
+      me I am a Judge, my own Eternal highly honour’d, myself appears before
+      myself, to receive from myself my irrevocable Sentence.
+    </p>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <i>A Shout behind the Scenes. Enter</i> Hurlothrumbo, Urlandenny, <i>and</i> Darony.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Here comes <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> in Hieroglyphicks; pray
+      the meaning of this comical Dress?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> ’Tis a dumb Confession of my Guilt, ’tis an Index to my
+      Heart; black and yellow without, wild and foolish within.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> ’Tis true; though I have never known a Coward honourable,
+      I have seen a stout Man a Villain; the Love of Gold will overthrow the
+      greatest Heart: thou hast conquer’d a Lion, deceiv’d a Madman, and
+      cunningly escaped from Death, but now——
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Hurlo.</i> Oh now let me live that I may be all divine, and so
+      out-wit the Devil!
+    </p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> <i>Darony</i>, what have you to ask?</p>
+    <p><i>Dar.</i> Life, and Pardon for my Offences.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> As the Optick through the Lid discerns the Light; so
+      through the Eye of the Intellect, methinks I see your separate Souls
+      strolling sad through the intricate Windings of <i>Elysium</i>: I pity
+      you all as poor unfortunate Men; <i>Darony</i>, I will not take from
+      you that Life which Heaven has given, but will give thee Riches to
+      satisfy the Thirst of thy Ambition. Why do you pause?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Dar.</i> Oh what an Alteration in the Mind! your Generosity is at
+      Wars within, and knocks down Avarice, Cruelty and Pride in me, I am in
+      love with your Greatness, and
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>hate myself; I
+      myself will punish your Offender, [<i>stabs himself</i>] Oh! loose me,
+      ’tis not finished.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[Dol. <i>holds him</i>.</p>
+    <p><i>King.</i> See, is the Wound mortal?</p>
+    <p><i>Dol.</i> ’Tis not, my Lord.</p>
+    <p>
+      <i>King.</i> Unarm him, take him hence, he shall not die.
+      <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>, so long as thou art cloathed in that like
+      Garment, thou shalt live, thou shalt never appear in Scarlet any more,
+      to deceive Mankind. <i>Urlandenny</i>, I remember what good thy Father
+      perform’d in our Family, therefore I will not separate thy Soul from
+      thy Body, but will give thee Liberty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>Urlan.</i> Oh how Heaven exerts in Nature! Great and noble Man,
+      every Tongue shall speak of thee, their Words shall mingle with the
+      Winds, to fly and sing through all and every part: those Sounds
+      rebound from Sky to Sky, and Eccho’s ring in every Heart; and when
+      that Cloud thy Body shall pass from the Sun, thy Soul, that Sun, shall
+      shine throughout all Worlds: the diminutive Spirits will in Amazement
+      stand, for thy exceeding Glory will eclipse their Sight: Fear and
+      Trembling on their vital Hearts will seize, they’ll drop to the Earth
+      as Leaves in Autumn fall; the mortal Stars will not presume to gaze,
+      but in thy Presence veil their Faces all.
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium mt-2em'>
+    <p class='ce mt-xl-2rem mb-xl-2rem text-xl'><i>FINIS.</i></p>
+    <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--medium'>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>
+    <img class='fig-m fig-ce' src='images/i057.png' alt=''>
+    <h2 class='ebook__title mt-1em'>
+      <span class='text-xxl ce'>EPILOGUE,</span>
+      <span class='text-xl ce mt-xl-2rem'>BY</span>
+      <span class='text-xl ce mt-xl-2rem'>
+        Mr. <i><span class='gesperrt'>BYROM</span></i>.
+      </span>
+    </h2>
+    <p class='ce text-l mt-l-2rem'>Enter <i>Hurlothrumbo</i>.</p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse drop-cap'>
+        <span class='noindent'><i>Ladies and Gentlemen, my Lord of</i> Flame</span>
+        <span class='noindent'><i>Has sent me here to thank you in his Name;</i></span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Proud of your Smiles, he’s mounted many a Story</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Above the tip-top Pinnacle of Glory:</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Thence he defies the Sons of Clay, the Criticks;</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Fellows, says he, that are meer Paralyticks,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>With Judgments lame, and Intellects that halt,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Because a Man outruns them——they find fault.</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>He is indeed, to speak my poor Opinion,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='hanging-1em'>
+          <i>Out of the reach of</i> critical <i>Dominion.</i>
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='ce'>
+      <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>
+      [Enter <i>Critick</i>.]
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      <i>Adso! her’s one of ’em.</i>——Cr.
+      <i>A strange odd Play, Sir</i>;
+    </p>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [Enter <i>Author</i>, pushes <i>Hurlothrumbo</i> aside.
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Au. <i>Let me come to him——Pray, what’s that you say, Sir?</i>
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>Cr. <i>I say, Sir, Rules are not observ’d here.</i>——Au. <i>Rules,</i></span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'><i>Like Clocks and Watches, were all made for Fools.</i></span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'><i>Rules make a Play? that is</i>——Cr. <i>What, Mr. Singer?</i></span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Au. <i>As if a Knife and Fork should make a Finger.</i>
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Cr. <i>Pray Sir, which is the</i> Hero <i>of your Play?</i>
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Au. <i>Hero! why they’re all Heroes in their way.</i>
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Cr. <i>Why here’s no</i> Plot! <i>or none that’s understood.</i>
+    </p>
+    <p class='lj noindent'>
+      Au. <i>There’s a Rebellion tho’; and that’s as good.</i>
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          Cr. <i>No Spirit nor Genius in’t.</i> Au. <i>Why didn’t here</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>A</i> SPIRIT <i>and a</i> GENIUS <i>both appear?</i>
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          Cr. <i>Poh, ’tis all Stuff and Nonsense</i>——Au.
+          <i>Lack-a-day!</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Why that’s the very</i> Essence <i>of a Play,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Your Old-House, New-House, Opera and Ball;</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>’Tis</i> NONSENSE, Critick, <i>that supports ’em all.</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>As you yourselves ingeniously have shown,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Whilst on their Nonsense you have built your own.</i>
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          Cr. <i>Here wants——Wants what! Why now for all your canting,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>What one Ingredient of a Play is wanting?</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Musick, Love, War, Death, Madness without Sham,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Done to the Life, by</i> Persons <i>of the</i> Dram:
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Scenes and Machines, descending and arising;</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>Thunder and Lightning; ev’ry thing surprizing!</i>
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <div>
+      <p class='verse'>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          Cr. <i>Play, Farce, or Opera is’t?</i> Au.
+          <i>No matter whether,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>’Tis a</i> <span class='sc'>Rehearsal</span>
+          <i>of ’em all together.</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>But come Sir, come, troop off, old Blundermonger,</i>
+        </span>
+        <span class='noindent hanging-3em'>
+          <i>And interrupt the</i> Epilogue <i>no longer.</i>
+        </span>
+      </p>
+    </div>
+    <p class='rj'>
+      [<i>Author</i> drives the <i>Critick</i> off the Stage.
+    </p>
+    <table class='ebook__table--nopad'>
+      <tbody>
+        <tr>
+          <td>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              Hurlo <i>proceed</i>——
+            </p>
+            <p class='ml-6em m0 hanging-1em'>
+              Hurlo. <i>Troth! he says true enough,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>The Stage has given rise to wretched Stuff:</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Critick, or Player; a</i> Dennis, <i>or a</i> Cibber,
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Vie only which shall make it go down glibber;</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>A thousand murd’rous ways they cast about</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>To stifle it——but Murder-like——’twill out.</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Our Author fairly, without so much Fuss</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Shews it—in</i> <span lang='la'>puris Naturalibus</span>;
+            </p>
+          </td>
+          <td></td>
+        </tr>
+        <tr>
+          <td>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>
+              <i>Pursues the Point beyond its highest Height,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Then bids his Men of Fire, and Ladies bright,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Mark, how it looks!——When it is out of Sight.</i>
+            </p>
+          </td>
+          <td class='ebook__brace'><img src='images/right-brace.png' alt=''></td>
+        </tr>
+        <tr>
+          <td>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>So true a</i> Stage, <i>so fair a Play for Laughter,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>There never was before, nor ever will come after:</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Never, no never; not while vital Breath,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Defends ye from that</i> long-liv’d Mortal <i>Death.</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Death!——something hangs on my prophetick Tongue,</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>I’ll give it utterance——be it right or wrong</i>:
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              Handel <i>himself shall yield to</i> Hurlothrumbo,
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>And</i> Bononcini <i>too shall cry</i>——Succumbo.
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>That’s if the Ladies condescend to smile:</i>
+            </p>
+            <p class='noindent m0 hanging-3em'>
+              <i>Their Looks make Sense, or Nonsense, in our Isle.</i>
+            </p>
+          </td>
+          <td></td>
+        </tr>
+      </tbody>
+    </table>
+
+    <img class='fig-xxs fig-ce' src='images/i059.png' alt=''>
+  </div>
+
+  <hr class='ebook__hr ebook__hr--chapter'>
+
+  <div class='ch'>
+    <div class='tnbox'>
+
+      <div class='ce'>
+        <b>Transcriber’s Notes</b>
+      </div>
+
+      <ul>
+        <li>
+          Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.
+        </li>
+        <li>
+          Typographical errors were silently corrected.
+        </li>
+        <li>
+          Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant
+          form was found in this book.
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+      </ul>
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