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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 *** |