_Enter_ Bellman _and Sings_.
Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn!
Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below,
You what’s most pleasing know,
No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet
It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep;
But if I chance to wake you with my Bell,
Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well;
And if you please her, as you ought to do,
She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too.
[_Exit._
_Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.
_Sem._ I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my troubled
Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld all Nature in
Confusion, the City in Uproar, the Brave in Distress; Spears of Fire,
fighting in the Elements; the King’s Solitaries scrambling up the lofty
Hills, by the Light of the Moon; they prostrated themselves on the
Ground, and invoke Heaven for good towards their Master.
_Ser._ I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want of
Sleep.
_Sem._ Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning _Cademore_
intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d before _Darony_,
her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him passionately in Love with
her; yet chear up thy self, and still have hopes; when a Woman has a
mind to gain a Man, she may study his Constitution, and what he likes.
_Ser._ Oh _Sementory_, I have had cruel Dreams.
_Enter_ Hurlothrumbo.
_Hurlo._ Ladies, what are you upon now?
_Sem._ Dreams my Lord.
_Hurlo._ Can you interpret, Madam?
_Sem._ You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord.
_Hurlo._ As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought myself
mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of _Arabia_,
where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a stormy, tempestuous
Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove them furiously over
the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and all the dreadful
Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a Moment surrounded
with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which should devour me
first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the Element opened her
fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning and Hail; all the
Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling down upon my Head, and
how I came into my Body, I know not.
_Sem._ You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this prognosticates
you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose your Mistress.
_Hurlo._ This is my Mistress; _Darony_, my Rival, is dead in Love to
thee; since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry
Sounds; you must part.
_Ser._ Part, and never meet no more:
How can I bear to see that gloomy Day,
No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away,
In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain,
And never think of Man again.
[_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser.
_Enter_ Primo.
_Hurlo._ Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day?
_Primo._ I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master _Darony_.
_Hurlo._ He will be here instantly, and desires you will be Counsel to
him, as you was to _Soarethereal_.
_Primo._ When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am
fervently so to my Soveraign.
_Enter_ Darony.
_Hurlo._ Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are
departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and
all Nature seems to rejoice; _Phœbus_ till now hath ceas’d to shine upon
the foggy Globe for many Weeks.
_Dar._ This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that water
and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from his
Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly smiled upon
me.
_Hurlo._ _Primo_, what thinkest thou of that?
_Primo._ When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of Humility;
I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the Brow, and
begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an outstretch’d
Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft diminutive, that
she may shine among the Stars.
_Hurlo._ Mr. Humility, your humble Servant.
_Primo._ Every one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition
will not be granted.
_Dar._ Art thou a Petitioner?
_Primo._ In the Name of _Soarethereal_ I am, who fervently desires the
Life of _Theorbeo_.
_Dar._ He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn a
mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of
burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in
Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the
Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above,
let _Phœbus_ cease to shine, or _Theorbeo_ cease to live.
_Primo._ Then he must not live.
_Dar._ No, he shall not live.
_Primo._ Oh how Men condemn themselves!
[_Ex._ Primo.
_Dar._ Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman; not but I
feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it under, lest it
should appear to the World.
_Hurlo._ That’s true, my Lord.
_Dar._ I am inform’d _Soarethereal_ is in a Wood with 20000 Men, and
designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there present at
the Slaughter.
_Hurlo._ There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded with 60000
Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your Armour.
_Dar._ Then I’m at peace within; yet _Cademore_ still runs in my Mind:
let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent to marry,
I’ll force her.
[_Exeunt._
SCENE, _a Prison_.
_Enter_ Theorbeo, _and_ Dologodelmo _looking on his Watch_.
_Theor._ Our Time is almost expired.
_Dolo._ I think this Finger is like the Dart of Death, upon the Figure
of Twelve sits my Life; Oh how it steals to sting!
_Theor._ Those are melancholly Thoughts, think not of Death, but of
Life, or of any thing that will divert thee most.
_Dolo._ When I think my King is in misery, and _Darony_ upon his Throne;
when the Noble suffer, and Miscreants are blest, then my Faculties
within me rejoice; there is a secret Thought in that, which revives my
very Soul.
_Theor._ A small Offence unthrones the Noble, but infamous Actions raise
a Tyrant.
_Enter Guards and Executioner._
_Theor._ After what manner must we suffer?
_Dolo._ In the Room of burning glass.
_Theor._ Then what means this Executioner?
_Dolo._ If the Sun destroys us not, as he rides along the Meridian
Course, by this Man we must be slaughtered.
_Offic._ My Lord, your Time’s expired; Guards attend here.
_Enter_ Flame.
_Fla._ But hold, I’m come to give you a Description of your happy Flight
to the _Elysian_: Your Neck’s no sooner laid to the Block, but the
Stroke’s given; immediately your Soul begins a March through all the
Elements: in the Body first, you’re confin’d five Minutes in the Regions
of Fire, amazed, amidst the verdant green Climes of Water and Air; you
pass then heavily through the solemn Gloom of Earth; you go, you faint,
the Soul bows, farewel to Nature; you fall into a dark, black Slumber, a
Trance; and when the Spirit touches you upon the Elbow, you wake
surpriz’d in a World of Light; there you see _Shakespear_, _Milton_,
_Homer_, sprightly, alert, alive, flying swiftly through the radiant
Climes, to visit the Wits of every Generation; the Rich, Poor, the
Merry, Mournful; the pamper’d, hungry Souls are there. Alas, the Scene
is chang’d, you’ll not pity them; Queen _Eliz._ is in her Hut, selling
of fry’d Fritters; _Pompey_ and _Alexander_ carry Charcoal to feed her
Fires; the Great Mogul, the Czar, the grim Bashaw, the Emperor, the
Grand Turk and _Cæsar_, are scrambling for the Drops of the Pan, and as
they are wont, are scuffling for Trifles, till it raises their
inextinguishable Rage to Loggerheads, cutting, flashing, carbonading
_Nero_’s Buttocks; nay, they’re all fighting in Blood up to the Ears,
and there is the Devil to do amongst them.
[_Exit_ Flame.
_Theo. Dologodelmo_ farewell.
_Dolo._ Our Time is come to part.
_Theo._ Farewell, my Lord farewell, this World is all Departure; Oh that
I could appoint a Place to meet thee after Death; yet through the
ranging of my Soul at Liberty, I’ll surely ken thee afar; methinks I see
thee shine upon the brightest Mountain in the highest Orb, stretching
forth thy self, and pluming thy immortal Wings, preparing to take thy
everlasting and eternal Flight; and when we meet to part no more, may
all our Song be Love, in Divine Tranquility.
_Dolo._ This lofty, sublime Speculation, proceeds from your own Virtue,
not from my Merit; for if the Work of this Life, makes a Garment for the
Soul, mine will be stain’d with Avarice, Debauchery and Revenge; you are
Innocent: O Innocence! thou only Traveller to Heaven, farewell for ever.
[_Ex._
SCENE, _a Wood_.
_Thunder and Lightning. Enter_ King.
_King._ What a Smell of Sulphur is here? Was ever Day like this? surely
all the Infernals are rising up in Arms, in Thunder, Lightning, and
Hail; the Air’s in a Flame; I think my self in the Sun, expecting every
Moment to be dissolv’d, and Conscience smiles.
[_Ex._ King.
_A_ Genius _descends in a Cloud, and_ Death _enters upon a
pale-dun Horse_.
_Death._ Thou Genius of the King, confront me not.
_Genius._ Oh Death, thou long-liv’d Mortal, say for what art thou come,
thus proudly aloft, and hieroglyphick mounted?
_Death._ To Wars, Victory, Revenge, with Stings from _Lucifer_ my
imperial Grandfather; I drive my Parent Man from Nature; I’ll die, be
born again, and pursue him in Eternity.
_Genius._ Thus when Man commits a Crime, he creates a Fiend to fight
against him: remember thou Toad of Hell, all the Elements that compound
the Nature of Mortals, are now conspiring against thee.
_Death._ Discord horrid!
_Genius._ Thou Off-spring of Sin, that is, of that Nature that will draw
upon it all the eternal Vengeance of Heaven!
_Death._ Thou mak’st me tremble.
_Genius._ Tremble thou, when yon marble Sky shall rent, flashing swift
as the Lightning glimpse away; when crimson Elements appear, and Fury
rides on flaming Winds, and spreads himself abroad, deep in the Bowels
of this Globe shall wake, nay twice ten thousand Thunders, renting the
rocky Mountains, and hurling Kingdoms to the Sky; Cataracts of Fire, and
purple Storms shall rage, and hurricane thy infernal Soul.
_Death._ Discord horrid!
[_Ex._ Death.
_Enter_ King.
_King._ Man, what is thy Business here to interrupt my Solitude?
_Genius._ I follow the Oppress’d, where I often find Relief.
_King._ What is thy Name?
_Genius._ My Name is secret, I was Tutor to a young Man, and when I
corrected him to cure Pride, he resisted and rose up against me, and for
that Reason I have left him for a Season.
_King._ And will Calamity cure Pride?
_Genius._ Behold yon pamper’d high-fed Colt, unoppress’d, at ease,
unbroke, he leap’d his Mounds, and sported all abroad; he saw a Lamb, a
Nightingale, a Dove; he started, snorted, and bridled with Disdain, with
twisted Neck and cocking Tail, with bended Knee he bounds away,
disdaining all he sees; but now his Back is stain’d with Saddle-marks,
his Mouth is gaul’d with Bridle-bit; and he that despis’d the Lamb, the
Dove, the Nightingale before, now is tam’d, and feeding with a Goose and
Boar.
_King._ Alas! I pity thee; here is all the Money I have, and this Ring;
’twas given me by one I most admire.
_Genius._ But why do you give me all?
_King._ I am distress’d my self, and design to ask Relief of Heaven.
_Genius._ I will speak of thy Generosity, and force my Words to the
highest Heaven; Angels will love and long for thy coming on high; rapp’d
with thy Fame will wing away, warbling as the Swift, to meet thee in thy
flight.
[_Ex._ Genius.
_King._ From whence this inward Joy, as if the Musick of the Spheres,
and heavenly Song, penetrate the Sky, and eccho in my Soul.
_Enter_ Officer.
_Offic._ I am inform’d from the City, that _Darony_ has taken Possession
of all, and is now crown’d, and the People greatly rejoice:
_Lomporhomock_ and _Hurlothrumbo_ are come down with an Army of 60000
Men, and threaten in a Moment to destroy you and your Troops.
[_Ex._ Officer.
_King._ The excessive Storm blows up the Fire of my Soul, and makes me
long to fight; every String of my Heart is firm, is stony as the Lion’s
Nerve; it rises in my Breast, it leaps, it yearns; Oh great is my
Desire! I am all athirst, not for the Blood of my Adversaries, but for
the Freedom of my Friends.
_Enter_ Officer.
_Offic. Theorbeo_ is at the Place of Execution; he desires to be
interr’d under his Statue in the Grove, that if you ever come to your
Kingdom, you may sometimes walk and think of him.
[_Exit_ Officer.
_King._ Oh when shall this Dramatick World be done! but yet with me
indeed it is. Oh when shall the End of all Things come! When shall the
Musick of the Spheres break out! like Trumpets found Alarms, and Thunder
in Bases roar? Oh when shall the glittering Crouds of Angels tread the
Stages of the Sky, to sing the Chorus at the End of Time! Sing, oh
Chant, with Sounds to metamorphose Man; and make me, oh make me any
thing but what I am!
_Enter_ Officer.
_King._ Why do you pause?
_Offic._ I fear to speak.
_King._ Speak, for I dread not to hear; this Moment I will fight and die
with my Army.
_Offic._ The Princess _Cademore_ is now forc’d in Marriage to _Darony_.
[_Exit_ Officer.
_King._ O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every thing
that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress, and my Friends? Rise
up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul;
oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the Elements
depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in tender Pity
gaze upon me!
_Enter_ Officer.
_Offic._ The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either fight
or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands.
_King._ Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [_Exit_ Officer.] Yet hold,
20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great Courage or Contrivance,
tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten Cowards in Armour; I have
also heard of the _Grecian_ Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to
overcome by Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll
give them to drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and
Bitterness of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in
the Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of
a Dragon.
With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes,
To every Part the Sulphur flies;
The Wings extend, the thorny Points display,
The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day:
The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws,
Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes;
Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies.
Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break,
With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake:
And if one Part should chance to fail,
I’ll prick him on with speary Tail.
SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment.
_Enter_ Cademore _and_ Seringo.
_Cad._ See who comes here?
_Serin._ ’Tis the Lord _Flame_.
_Enter_ Flame.
_Flame._ My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and mounts my
Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the lofty Oaks,
splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing World!
disgrace the noble _Oliver_, and say, that he is Gunpowder-maker to the
Devil; and that _Lucifer_ reads the Scriptures, that he may plead
against Mortals. See, see those two glow-worms how they glitter; these
are _Cleopatra_’s radiant Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body,
ambitious to vie against the Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom,
those heaving Monsters fire me; oh that I was a Child again, that I
might suck!
[_Exit_ Flame.
_Cad._ I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper approach
my Brain.
_Enter_ Darony, Cademore _turns from him_.
_Daro._ Dear Lady fly me not, stay and hear me speak; _Ovid_’s Words in
_Bonon_’s Sound, cannot describe the Passion of my Love.
_Cad._ Cruel Man, follow me not; if you love me, do not augment my
Torment.
_Daro._ I am come with Comforts to feed the distressed Soul, I love.
_Cad._ What in me, do you admire?
_Daro._ Your Person, Madam.
_Cad._ They are Brutes that marry Bodies; the Mind is all that can be
loved; the other is a Desire proceeds from Nature vicious, urged by Food
and Wine: Live low, and you’ll not love me.
_Daro._ Oh ’tis in my Soul, I admire the Mind!
_Cad._ Then if you converse, you enjoy; what can you ask for more?
_Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, _and a_ Parson.
_Hurlo._ Come along, Sir, the King will make you a Bishop.
_Daro._ My Love, my Life, my Fire, to thee shall all be given;
I’ll make thee taste of earthly Joys, and fetch thee down from
Heaven:
A Power that will without controul,
Knock down all the Centrys of the Soul.
Sir, perform your Office.
[_Speaking to the_ Parson.
_Par._ Madam, are you willing to be married?
_Cad._ I am not.
_Hurlo._ Never mind that.
_Par._ ’Tis my Sovereign, and I must obey.
_Enter_ Flame, _with Pistols, and a drawn Sword_.
_Fla._ This Dagger will I heat red-hot in the crimson Blood of _Darony_,
with which I’ll spear the Heart of _Seringo_, that Weather-cock; I’ll
raise it upon some Pinacle or Spire; it shall ever whirl about with
every Blast; myself I’ll dissolve into Air; I’ll make the stormy Winds
to blow, the petty Breezes shall have no Power; but I’ll reign King of
Tempest.
_Hurlo._ My Lord, can I serve you? Do you please to accept of
Assistance?
_Flame. Hurlothrumbo_, what hast thou done with _Seringo_, hid her in
thy Belly? Speak, in a moment speak, or I’ll rip it open, and let her
out.
_Hurlo._ O no! ah hold! oh pray give me leave, and I’ll answer you!
_Fla._ Speak! quickly speak! or like a Griffin stuff’d with Fire and
Gunpowder, I’ll blow thy Limbs and Stings to every Part of the Globe!
_Hurlo._ Oh ye Powers inspire me with Madness, that I may answer him in
his own Language! [_Aside._] If you please to let us go, my Lord, we’ll
this Moment mount her upon the Back of the Sun; in the mean while, you
get a stradling upon the Moon, there you’ll be mounted aloft, and ride
after her, spur and whip, whip and spur, and you’ll be sure to overtake
her in the Eclipses; there you’ll be clapp’d together, Face to Face, one
upon another; and all the World will shout and say, he has her, he has
her, he has her! huzza!
[Darony, Hurlothrumbo, _and the_ Parson, _shout and Ex._
_Fla._ Ride on, Lightning, to perform, or I’ll drive you on with
Thunder.
_Serin._ Dear Lady keep him in Discourse, for your own Security.
_Cad._ My Lord, you seem to be in Distress, is it in my Power to assist
you?
_Fla._ No; my Soul, like a Jocky, is mounted and riding his eternal
Race; I have slackned the Reins of Nature, and the Beast pulls, is
pampered with too many Beans and Oats, and is running away with me to
the Devil.
[_Exit_ Flame _and_ Seringo.
_Cad._ Pity! I have heard of Pity, surely Pity now is banish’d from the
Earth, and all the Spirits of Love are lock’d up fast in Heaven. Was I
once free from this miserable Cave of Nature, I think I could deny
myself even of Paradise, to fly about within this lower World, to cure
all the Sick, and heal the Broken-hearted: If there be a Maid on Earth
whose Grief is like to mine, O ye sublimer Genius of the Air! in tender
Pity direct her here to me, that I may lay my Face down to her Feet, and
wash them clean with Tears; then will I rise, and gaze, and give her all
that’s mine, that Generosity may please my Soul, and Love will rise up
in my Heart, and conquer all my Grief.
_Enter_ Seringo _and_ Sementory.
_Sem._ I am full of sympathetick Confusion; there is nothing to be seen
upon the Terrass, but Flashes of Lightning, flying through Clouds of
Gun-powder Smoak.
_Cad._ Oh I tremble!
_Enter_ Servant.
_Serv._ _Hurlothrumbo_ is taken Prisoner, and the _Dutch_ Horse begin to
fly.
[_Exit_ Servant.
_Enter_ Flame.
_Flame._ The King has gain’d the Victory; I’ll fly to the _Elysian_
Fields, and provoke them all to dance.
_Serin._ Shall I go with you, my Lord?
_Flame._ Oh! no, _Seringo_, Coquets can never alarm me.
[_A Song._
_I’ll to the simple Fair incline,
Constant Love, full of_ Jove, _all divine,
All, all, all divine, she’s rais’d, touch’d, rap’d, and only mine:
O lead me, lead me to one like thee!
Yet mighty Fate from happy State,
Leads us all from Ruin,
Through jealous Discords oh,
And parting worse than Death, Death, oh._
[_Exeunt._
_The End of the Fourth Act._
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