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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. + </li> + </ul> + </div> + + </div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76792 ***</div> +</body> + +</html> diff --git a/76792-h/images/cover.jpg b/76792-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7792252 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/76792-h/images/i003.png b/76792-h/images/i003.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..47e8cf5 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i003.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i005.png b/76792-h/images/i005.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b3193e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i005.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i009.png b/76792-h/images/i009.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2031a26 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i009.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i018.png b/76792-h/images/i018.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0808699 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i018.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i047.png b/76792-h/images/i047.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a071abb --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i047.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i057.png b/76792-h/images/i057.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..65b27f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i057.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/i059.png b/76792-h/images/i059.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..81ccb34 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/i059.png diff --git a/76792-h/images/right-brace.png b/76792-h/images/right-brace.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..31faac4 --- /dev/null +++ b/76792-h/images/right-brace.png |
