_Enter_ Hurlothrumbo _and_ Dologodelmo.
_Dolo._ _Hurlothrumbo_, are you ready to mount?
_Hurlo._ ’Tis confounded dark, must we not stay for the King?
_Dolo._ No; the Princess _Cademore_ will not hear of his going to the
Wars; at the Sound of the Word, she faints, sinks and dies away.
[_Exit_ Dolo.
_Enter_ Servant _with a Letter, delivers it, and Exit_.
[Hurlo. _reads it_.
_Hurlo._ Oh ’tis from _Darony_! _Make me the next Man to the Crown, if I
desert the King_; how can I do that? Why did he not ask me to murder my
dearest Friend, curse the Deity, or debauch a Man’s Wife, and separate
their Souls eternal? _It will preserve a great deal of Blood_, that’s
true. _So long as_ Theorbeo _stays, thy Honour wears like a Garment_:
may be so; I’ll consider of this.
[_Exit_ Hurlo.
_Enter_ Darony _and_ Urlandenny.
[_Guns fire at a distance._
_Daro._ They’re punctual to the time.
_Urlan._ True, my Lord.
_Daro._ This is the Place we’ll fix our Standard; now the Guns are
discharg’d, the Men from every end of the City with a Shout will come to
this Place, and stir not you an Inch till _Lomporhomock_ enters the
City. Who comes there?
_Enter_ Temo.
_Temo._ A Friend and Servant of thine.
_Urlan._ What is thy Name, and thy Business here in the Dead of Night?
_Temo._ My Name is _Temo_; as to my Business, ’tis secret.
_Urlan._ You are the famous Inchanter; can you tell us what Adventures
will happen, the cause of the Guns firing thus early?
_Temo._ ’Tis the first Volly of a mighty War; this Morning exactly at
two the Battle will be rehears’d first in the _Elysian_ Fields.
_Urlan._ Is it not possible for me to see it?
_Temo._ ’Tis possible.
_Urlan._ Accept of this Purse of Guineas; let me see, the time is now
expired.
[Temo _stamps, a Spirit rises up, and gives him a
Talisman_.
_Temo._ You shall, my Lord; hold this firm to your right Eye: tell me
what you see.
_Urlan._ I see the _Elysian_ World, ’tis light as Noon of Day, and all
us Mortals act in yonder Climes: I see myself, I see _Hurlothrumbo_;
_Hurlo_ kisses a Lass; the Spirits smile; I stir my Hand, it moves
yonder. _Mars_ stands in the Element, and beholds the People; they
divide, and make two separate Armies; Death stalks among the Croud,
marking his own Appointed. Oh! he makes towards me! oh! he’ll touch me;
take it I’ll see no more.
[_A shout behind the Scenes, Fire and Sword! Fire and
Sword! rise quickly._
_Daro._ This is _Puny_’s House, the Miser, break it open.
_Urlan._ Forbear, forbear he’ll rise and open the Door; fall back, he
comes.
_Daro._ I’ll go head the Mob, break open the King’s Treasury, and
satisfy their Thirst with Gold; then will I take possession of his
Person, and his Crown.
[_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Puny.
_Puny._ Oh bless me! Fire and Sword! I shall not live three Minutes! if
my trembling Limbs permit me, I’ll kneel, I’ll pray Heaven preserve my
poor Soul; these Villains will come in a moment, and take every Penny of
my Money; I desire I may be forgiven all my Sins. These Rogues are
coming, they’ll rob me, take my Plate, and break my Windows: O sweet
Heaven forgive me all my ill-dreamt visionary Lewdness! If they come, I
shall never purchase _Kemp_’s Estate, but buy a Coat of Arms, and a
Patent for my Son.
_Enter_ Urlandenny _and_ Temo.
_Urlan._ So old _Gaddecar_, you’re at Prayers, cry aloud, thy Deity is
deaf, with your squinting Soul that kens both Earth and Heaven; fling
your Bags into the Elements, then will you look straight upright: Be
gone, what hast thou to do in this World? What dost thou mean?
_Puny._ I mean to be the Root of a Family.
_Urlan._ If the Root be Avarice, what will the Body, Branches, Leaves
and Fruit be? Twenty Generations must pass away, before thy Seed can be
refined so far, as to produce a Gentleman.
_Puny._ Is not Gold a Gentleman, a Person of Quality? What makes a
Gentleman?
_Urlan._ Education, Honour, and Generosity; add to a fine Gentleman
Love, Resolution, Taste; a Person of Quality has all these Perfections,
and is discerning, with a sublime Thirst in the Soul; a longing to
reward Merit; fervent to serve the meanest, and punctual to his Word;
his Blood is double and treble refin’d; he’s full of Heaven; a Sunfire;
a Light that quenches all the Flame of Nature; he lets himself down to
converse with great Men and Angels, that are in Intellect but three
Inches high.
_Puny._ Cannot a new-born Gentleman have all these Perfections?
_Urlan._ No, your Upstarts are huge, and tall, converse with a Prince of
the Air, and their Nostrils are full of the Devil.
[_Ex._ Pun. _and_ Tem.
_Drums beat. Enter_ Darony.
_Dar._ Now, my dear Friend, all is secured, the King is in Chains.
_Urlan._ What Drums are these?
_Dar._ _Lomperhomock_, the _Dutch_ General.
_Enter_ Lomperhomock.
My Lord _Lomperhomock_, you’re welcome to Court.
_Lom._ I wish you much Happiness of your Crown, when it is secured.
_Dar._ I hope there is no Danger.
_Lom._ ’Tis my earnest Desire that you will instantly execute the King;
for while he’s living, all his Friends will rouse up like Lions, but
when they hear he’s dead, ’twill greatly oppress their Souls.
_Dar._ He shall instantly be executed.
_Lom._ Then I’ll march in Pleasure, and meet his Army.
[_Ex._ Urland. Dar. _and_ Lom.
_The Scene changes to the King in Prison._
_King._ I would ask Relief of Heaven, though ’tis in vain, when all the
eternal Infernals are turn’d out loose upon me, to pour out their
flaming Cataracts of mighty, limited Revenge.
_Enter_ Lomperhomock.
_Lomp._ Pardon me, oh King, I am come to inform you, at Six a-Clock this
Morning is your appointed Time to die.
[_Ex. King._
_King._ Let them strike me, let these Clouds pass away; let them break
the Sky within me, that I may truly see, enter Orbs like the Sun; see
Spirits, Angels, and the radiant Fields: but what is that to a Man in
Love, a Man whose Heaven’s here? Oh my _Cademore_, who can bear the
Pangs of parting! since we must part, ’tis death to live.
_Enter_ Cademore.
_King._ O Executioner art thou come, bring to me a Taste of Torment, a
Rack of Nature, like Heaven’s Vengeance, to afflict my Soul? Still thou
art my Friend, and something more than Woman, my Prospect-Glass to
Paradise; thou Emblem of Eternity; oh how great’s my Thought of Heaven,
whilst my Eyes are fix’d on thee! For if the way to live with you, lay
through the Shades of Misery, to lodge in tremendous Caves of Darkness,
one single Thought of thee would fill Obscurity full of Light, and make
it like a Palace adorn’d with Diamonds: but now, oh now, what is my
Hope, a Man is never destitute of Hope; but my dear Expectation, my
Spring of Life, is now become the Sting of Death: for every Thought of
thee shoots through my Heart; and at a Sight of thee, oh ye Goddess!
that I could love thee less, and Heaven more.
_Cad._ I am sorry I encrease your Grief, I come in hopes to mitigate
your Pain; for every Sigh that proceeds from you, pursues me, and
ecchoes in my Breast.
_King._ That I believe, it must be so; ’tis so in Love, ’tis so in
Musick, ’tis so in Souls; the fine in Raptures sympathize with cœlestial
Joys, revived by all their Unisons in Heaven; but to free thee from
Pain, I’ll think no more of Life below, but fly to nobler Thoughts, and
pursue my Hopes in Happier Climes.
_Cad._ Cease not to vent your Grief for my Relief, ’tis my Delight to
share with you in Suffering; but rather wish that all may be fixed on
me, that I may take them to some gentle Stream, and then to lay me down
to stifle all in Waves; and there, oh there, let my Spirit expire.
_King._ Nay, no more of that, if thou be my Friend, hate me, be lewd, be
infamous, that I may banish thee; oh let me banish thee from every
Glance of Thought, that I may take my Sleep, my lasting Sleep in Peace.
_Cad._ Name not that to me.
_King._ Name not what?
_Cad._ Your Death, my Lord.
_King._ ’Tis Death to resign up thee, to yield thee into others Arms; oh
my _Cademore_, be a Virgin still, for if you marry, you part from me,
and make me jealous in Eternity.
_Cad._ Let no Thought of that arise, the Pangs of your Death will always
smart in me, keep me from all and every Thought of Man.
_King._ The Pangs of my Death smart in thee, there is no pain in Death,
the Sound of your Words is Musick to my Soul, and makes the ever-living
Youth rejoice, and leap for Joy, being ripe for birth, desires to go to
Life; but this Body, this timorous Mother Earth; alas she shivers, and
dreads the Hour of her Travail, but when that Midwife Death in Life
shall give me Birth, Oh! may it be in that Kingdom where thou in long
Eternity shall shine; and if my Happiness be no more than what I
conceive in thee, and that to last for ever, then let the World say I am
nothing, I am dishonourable, the Crown of my Head is dropped from the
Kingdom of my Body, so that I may say I live with thee, but when we
part.
_Cad._ O my Soul!
_King._ O Heaven!
_Cad._ Oh Angels!
_King._ Burst Heart, and let me fall.
_Cad._ Oh Death! quickly to my Aid.
_King._ Oh my _Cademore_, live!
_Cad._ If it must be so, come visit me after Death.
_King._ Oh how can I promise that? If this great Sun should refuse his
Heaven, and slide from Orb to Orb, leave the Elements, prostrate himself
on the Earth, fall a Victim at thy Feet, it would only serve to surprize
and fire thy Heart; blind thy mortal Eyes; and lest the Garment of the
Intellect be thus incomparable and Glorious, make me not promise, for if
I promise, ’twill make me uneasy in Heaven, ’till I perform my Word; but
if I can entreat to thy Guardian Saint, then I’ll attend thee all the
Day, hover and settle upon thy Pillow all the Night, where I’ll converse
with thee in Visions, and when thy Time is full done, I’ll wait and
watch the closing of thine Eyes, and then will I catch away thy Soul in
a Divine Transport; with Cœlestial Wings we’ll soar to the Lofty
Mountains in the Clouds, when they shall dissolve like a Bed of Down;
our inward Hearts shall kiss each other in Love, in Extasy, and then
we’ll fly away together from all Adversity.
[Cademore _faints, and is carried off the Stage_.
Oh my Soul stealeth from me.
Clippeth and hangeth upon thee.
[_King lies down._
_Enter_ Theorbeo. _The King rises._
_King._ Oh _Theorbeo_, I perceive there is an End of Hope; it was my
fear they would conquer thee, and bring thee to this Place of Adversity.
_Theor._ It is not so, my Lord, I have left your Troops in trusty Hands,
and am come here, that you may make your Escape in my Habit; and by that
Time you have reach’d to the Army, I being a Stranger, will pass the
Centry again, and come to your Majesty.
_King._ ’Tis an inspired Thought, we’ll put it in Execution.
[_The King dresses himself in_ Theorbeo_’s Clothes_.
Oh _Theorbeo_, grieve not, every Sigh of thine, will make my Heart to
weep Drops of Blood; consider a small Affliction by chance may happen;
but these great Calamities, must proceed from something Great; and if
so, it is Philosophy to rejoice.
_Theor._ But Nature conquers Philosophy, and is a match for Divinity: I
am sometimes at wars with my Will, whether to fly to Sin for Refuge, or
to Heaven for Relief.
_King._ My Lord I’ll haste away, and in one Hour expect to see you
again.
_Theor._ When I think you’re safe, I’ll follow.
[_Ex. King._
_Enter_ Dologodelmo _guarded_.
O _Godelmo_, what brings thee to this Place of Misery? Speak quickly,
though I dread to hear.
_Dolo._ May all the Ills that are preparing in the Elements, be dash’d
on the Head of _Hurlothrumbo_, that I might die, and my Soul join with
his Adversary; I’d fly swiftly with the Ball, and direct it to his
inward Heart.
_Theor._ Curse him not; has he deserted you?
_Dolo._ We no sooner entered the Field, but he joined the Adversary; may
Heaven pour down upon him the bitter Blessings, the Honey Curse, the
gilded Pill, that satisfies Desire, and infects the Mind; give him
Riches, and make him love them, then will he be abhorred of Men, the
Spirits, the Angels, and the Gods: may a proud Sign appear in his Face,
that he may be a Tavern for Devils to riot and banquet in; let him
pamper Nature, feed high, to destroy his Taste; so blind all the
Beauties of the Mind; then will his hungry Pleasure devour up all the
eternal Treasure of his Soul.
_Theor._ _Godelmo_, let thy Passion cease.
_Dolo._ O pardon me, I must be alone, and burst my Heart with sighing.
[_Ex._ Dolo.
_Theor._ O that Heaven would erect an Altar where Man might sacrifice
himself an Offering; then surely the Blood of great Men would dye the
Spring, the Rivers, and the Seas. O my Soul is full of Calamity, and my
Heart is sore with Sorrow.
_Enter_ Flame.
_Fla._ Just now my Rival is with her; I tremble thus in the solemn
Gloom, the Noon of Night; my wakeful Soul can find no rest, but from a
jealous Dream I start, I rise amazed, in the Face of the Elements, bow,
sigh, and think of Sorrow; I wonder what the Moon thinks of me. Oh when,
oh when, shall Time and Sorrow cease! Surely _Cupid_’s Dart is the Sting
of Death; oh dear Death, oh how I could hug thee. What Sign is it when a
Man’s Heart is broken?
_Theor._ That he is in love.
_Fla._ Come, do, let you and I weep together, and pour out all the sour
Anguish of our Souls: Women are cruel Creatures; tho’ I could kiss her a
thousand thousand Times; oh ye inconstant Wretch, yet I will press my
Check to thine, weep, sigh, and part Eternal; Oh!
Oh you dearest Creature,
Heaven is seen in every Feature
Is there no such thing, as learning Charms to move?
No, no, no, ’tis Gold and Honour makes the Fair to love:
Angel, ’tis in vain, if you come like a Swain,
With all your Harps and Arts, and Sweets to please from _Jove_.
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