Part 3

_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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ACT IV.

_Enter_ Bellman _and Sings_.

Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn! Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below, You what’s most pleasing know, No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep; But if I chance to wake you with my Bell, Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well; And if you please her, as you ought to do, She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too.

[_Exit._

_Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo.

_Sem._ I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my troubled Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld all Nature in Confusion, the City in Uproar, the Brave in Distress; Spears of Fire, fighting in the Elements; the King’s Solitaries scrambling up the lofty Hills, by the Light of the Moon; they prostrated themselves on the Ground, and invoke Heaven for good towards their Master.

_Ser._ I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want of Sleep.

_Sem._ Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning _Cademore_ intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d before _Darony_, her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him passionately in Love with her; yet chear up thy self, and still have hopes; when a Woman has a mind to gain a Man, she may study his Constitution, and what he likes.

_Ser._ Oh _Sementory_, I have had cruel Dreams.

_Enter_ Hurlothrumbo.

_Hurlo._ Ladies, what are you upon now?

_Sem._ Dreams my Lord.

_Hurlo._ Can you interpret, Madam?

_Sem._ You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord.

_Hurlo._ As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought myself mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of _Arabia_, where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a stormy, tempestuous Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove them furiously over the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and all the dreadful Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a Moment surrounded with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which should devour me first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the Element opened her fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning and Hail; all the Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling down upon my Head, and how I came into my Body, I know not.

_Sem._ You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this prognosticates you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose your Mistress.

_Hurlo._ This is my Mistress; _Darony_, my Rival, is dead in Love to thee; since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry Sounds; you must part.

_Ser._ Part, and never meet no more:

How can I bear to see that gloomy Day, No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away, In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain, And never think of Man again.

[_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser.

_Enter_ Primo.

_Hurlo._ Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day?

_Primo._ I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master _Darony_.

_Hurlo._ He will be here instantly, and desires you will be Counsel to him, as you was to _Soarethereal_.

_Primo._ When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am fervently so to my Soveraign.

_Enter_ Darony.

_Hurlo._ Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and all Nature seems to rejoice; _Phœbus_ till now hath ceas’d to shine upon the foggy Globe for many Weeks.

_Dar._ This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that water and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from his Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly smiled upon me.

_Hurlo._ _Primo_, what thinkest thou of that?

_Primo._ When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of Humility; I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the Brow, and begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an outstretch’d Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft diminutive, that she may shine among the Stars.

_Hurlo._ Mr. Humility, your humble Servant.

_Primo._ Every one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition will not be granted.

_Dar._ Art thou a Petitioner?

_Primo._ In the Name of _Soarethereal_ I am, who fervently desires the Life of _Theorbeo_.

_Dar._ He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn a mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above, let _Phœbus_ cease to shine, or _Theorbeo_ cease to live.

_Primo._ Then he must not live.

_Dar._ No, he shall not live.

_Primo._ Oh how Men condemn themselves!

[_Ex._ Primo.

_Dar._ Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman; not but I feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it under, lest it should appear to the World.

_Hurlo._ That’s true, my Lord.

_Dar._ I am inform’d _Soarethereal_ is in a Wood with 20000 Men, and designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there present at the Slaughter.

_Hurlo._ There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded with 60000 Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your Armour.

_Dar._ Then I’m at peace within; yet _Cademore_ still runs in my Mind: let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent to marry, I’ll force her.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE, _a Prison_.

_Enter_ Theorbeo, _and_ Dologodelmo _looking on his Watch_.

_Theor._ Our Time is almost expired.

_Dolo._ I think this Finger is like the Dart of Death, upon the Figure of Twelve sits my Life; Oh how it steals to sting!

_Theor._ Those are melancholly Thoughts, think not of Death, but of Life, or of any thing that will divert thee most.

_Dolo._ When I think my King is in misery, and _Darony_ upon his Throne; when the Noble suffer, and Miscreants are blest, then my Faculties within me rejoice; there is a secret Thought in that, which revives my very Soul.

_Theor._ A small Offence unthrones the Noble, but infamous Actions raise a Tyrant.

_Enter Guards and Executioner._

_Theor._ After what manner must we suffer?

_Dolo._ In the Room of burning glass.

_Theor._ Then what means this Executioner?

_Dolo._ If the Sun destroys us not, as he rides along the Meridian Course, by this Man we must be slaughtered.

_Offic._ My Lord, your Time’s expired; Guards attend here.

_Enter_ Flame.

_Fla._ But hold, I’m come to give you a Description of your happy Flight to the _Elysian_: Your Neck’s no sooner laid to the Block, but the Stroke’s given; immediately your Soul begins a March through all the Elements: in the Body first, you’re confin’d five Minutes in the Regions of Fire, amazed, amidst the verdant green Climes of Water and Air; you pass then heavily through the solemn Gloom of Earth; you go, you faint, the Soul bows, farewel to Nature; you fall into a dark, black Slumber, a Trance; and when the Spirit touches you upon the Elbow, you wake surpriz’d in a World of Light; there you see _Shakespear_, _Milton_, _Homer_, sprightly, alert, alive, flying swiftly through the radiant Climes, to visit the Wits of every Generation; the Rich, Poor, the Merry, Mournful; the pamper’d, hungry Souls are there. Alas, the Scene is chang’d, you’ll not pity them; Queen _Eliz._ is in her Hut, selling of fry’d Fritters; _Pompey_ and _Alexander_ carry Charcoal to feed her Fires; the Great Mogul, the Czar, the grim Bashaw, the Emperor, the Grand Turk and _Cæsar_, are scrambling for the Drops of the Pan, and as they are wont, are scuffling for Trifles, till it raises their inextinguishable Rage to Loggerheads, cutting, flashing, carbonading _Nero_’s Buttocks; nay, they’re all fighting in Blood up to the Ears, and there is the Devil to do amongst them.

[_Exit_ Flame.

_Theo. Dologodelmo_ farewell.

_Dolo._ Our Time is come to part.

_Theo._ Farewell, my Lord farewell, this World is all Departure; Oh that I could appoint a Place to meet thee after Death; yet through the ranging of my Soul at Liberty, I’ll surely ken thee afar; methinks I see thee shine upon the brightest Mountain in the highest Orb, stretching forth thy self, and pluming thy immortal Wings, preparing to take thy everlasting and eternal Flight; and when we meet to part no more, may all our Song be Love, in Divine Tranquility.

_Dolo._ This lofty, sublime Speculation, proceeds from your own Virtue, not from my Merit; for if the Work of this Life, makes a Garment for the Soul, mine will be stain’d with Avarice, Debauchery and Revenge; you are Innocent: O Innocence! thou only Traveller to Heaven, farewell for ever.

[_Ex._

SCENE, _a Wood_.

_Thunder and Lightning. Enter_ King.

_King._ What a Smell of Sulphur is here? Was ever Day like this? surely all the Infernals are rising up in Arms, in Thunder, Lightning, and Hail; the Air’s in a Flame; I think my self in the Sun, expecting every Moment to be dissolv’d, and Conscience smiles.

[_Ex._ King.

_A_ Genius _descends in a Cloud, and_ Death _enters upon a pale-dun Horse_.

_Death._ Thou Genius of the King, confront me not.

_Genius._ Oh Death, thou long-liv’d Mortal, say for what art thou come, thus proudly aloft, and hieroglyphick mounted?

_Death._ To Wars, Victory, Revenge, with Stings from _Lucifer_ my imperial Grandfather; I drive my Parent Man from Nature; I’ll die, be born again, and pursue him in Eternity.

_Genius._ Thus when Man commits a Crime, he creates a Fiend to fight against him: remember thou Toad of Hell, all the Elements that compound the Nature of Mortals, are now conspiring against thee.

_Death._ Discord horrid!

_Genius._ Thou Off-spring of Sin, that is, of that Nature that will draw upon it all the eternal Vengeance of Heaven!

_Death._ Thou mak’st me tremble.

_Genius._ Tremble thou, when yon marble Sky shall rent, flashing swift as the Lightning glimpse away; when crimson Elements appear, and Fury rides on flaming Winds, and spreads himself abroad, deep in the Bowels of this Globe shall wake, nay twice ten thousand Thunders, renting the rocky Mountains, and hurling Kingdoms to the Sky; Cataracts of Fire, and purple Storms shall rage, and hurricane thy infernal Soul.

_Death._ Discord horrid!

[_Ex._ Death.

_Enter_ King.

_King._ Man, what is thy Business here to interrupt my Solitude?

_Genius._ I follow the Oppress’d, where I often find Relief.

_King._ What is thy Name?

_Genius._ My Name is secret, I was Tutor to a young Man, and when I corrected him to cure Pride, he resisted and rose up against me, and for that Reason I have left him for a Season.

_King._ And will Calamity cure Pride?

_Genius._ Behold yon pamper’d high-fed Colt, unoppress’d, at ease, unbroke, he leap’d his Mounds, and sported all abroad; he saw a Lamb, a Nightingale, a Dove; he started, snorted, and bridled with Disdain, with twisted Neck and cocking Tail, with bended Knee he bounds away, disdaining all he sees; but now his Back is stain’d with Saddle-marks, his Mouth is gaul’d with Bridle-bit; and he that despis’d the Lamb, the Dove, the Nightingale before, now is tam’d, and feeding with a Goose and Boar.

_King._ Alas! I pity thee; here is all the Money I have, and this Ring; ’twas given me by one I most admire.

_Genius._ But why do you give me all?

_King._ I am distress’d my self, and design to ask Relief of Heaven.

_Genius._ I will speak of thy Generosity, and force my Words to the highest Heaven; Angels will love and long for thy coming on high; rapp’d with thy Fame will wing away, warbling as the Swift, to meet thee in thy flight.

[_Ex._ Genius.

_King._ From whence this inward Joy, as if the Musick of the Spheres, and heavenly Song, penetrate the Sky, and eccho in my Soul.

_Enter_ Officer.

_Offic._ I am inform’d from the City, that _Darony_ has taken Possession of all, and is now crown’d, and the People greatly rejoice: _Lomporhomock_ and _Hurlothrumbo_ are come down with an Army of 60000 Men, and threaten in a Moment to destroy you and your Troops.

[_Ex._ Officer.

_King._ The excessive Storm blows up the Fire of my Soul, and makes me long to fight; every String of my Heart is firm, is stony as the Lion’s Nerve; it rises in my Breast, it leaps, it yearns; Oh great is my Desire! I am all athirst, not for the Blood of my Adversaries, but for the Freedom of my Friends.

_Enter_ Officer.

_Offic. Theorbeo_ is at the Place of Execution; he desires to be interr’d under his Statue in the Grove, that if you ever come to your Kingdom, you may sometimes walk and think of him.

[_Exit_ Officer.

_King._ Oh when shall this Dramatick World be done! but yet with me indeed it is. Oh when shall the End of all Things come! When shall the Musick of the Spheres break out! like Trumpets found Alarms, and Thunder in Bases roar? Oh when shall the glittering Crouds of Angels tread the Stages of the Sky, to sing the Chorus at the End of Time! Sing, oh Chant, with Sounds to metamorphose Man; and make me, oh make me any thing but what I am!

_Enter_ Officer.

_King._ Why do you pause?

_Offic._ I fear to speak.

_King._ Speak, for I dread not to hear; this Moment I will fight and die with my Army.

_Offic._ The Princess _Cademore_ is now forc’d in Marriage to _Darony_.

[_Exit_ Officer.

_King._ O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every thing that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress, and my Friends? Rise up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul; oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the Elements depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in tender Pity gaze upon me!

_Enter_ Officer.

_Offic._ The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either fight or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands.

_King._ Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [_Exit_ Officer.] Yet hold, 20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great Courage or Contrivance, tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten Cowards in Armour; I have also heard of the _Grecian_ Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to overcome by Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll give them to drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and Bitterness of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in the Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of a Dragon.

With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes, To every Part the Sulphur flies; The Wings extend, the thorny Points display, The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day: The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws, Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes; Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies. Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break, With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake: And if one Part should chance to fail, I’ll prick him on with speary Tail.

SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment.

_Enter_ Cademore _and_ Seringo.

_Cad._ See who comes here?

_Serin._ ’Tis the Lord _Flame_.

_Enter_ Flame.

_Flame._ My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and mounts my Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the lofty Oaks, splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing World! disgrace the noble _Oliver_, and say, that he is Gunpowder-maker to the Devil; and that _Lucifer_ reads the Scriptures, that he may plead against Mortals. See, see those two glow-worms how they glitter; these are _Cleopatra_’s radiant Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body, ambitious to vie against the Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom, those heaving Monsters fire me; oh that I was a Child again, that I might suck!

[_Exit_ Flame.

_Cad._ I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper approach my Brain.

_Enter_ Darony, Cademore _turns from him_.

_Daro._ Dear Lady fly me not, stay and hear me speak; _Ovid_’s Words in _Bonon_’s Sound, cannot describe the Passion of my Love.

_Cad._ Cruel Man, follow me not; if you love me, do not augment my Torment.

_Daro._ I am come with Comforts to feed the distressed Soul, I love.

_Cad._ What in me, do you admire?

_Daro._ Your Person, Madam.

_Cad._ They are Brutes that marry Bodies; the Mind is all that can be loved; the other is a Desire proceeds from Nature vicious, urged by Food and Wine: Live low, and you’ll not love me.

_Daro._ Oh ’tis in my Soul, I admire the Mind!

_Cad._ Then if you converse, you enjoy; what can you ask for more?

_Enter_ Hurlothrumbo, _and a_ Parson.

_Hurlo._ Come along, Sir, the King will make you a Bishop.

_Daro._ My Love, my Life, my Fire, to thee shall all be given; I’ll make thee taste of earthly Joys, and fetch thee down from Heaven: A Power that will without controul, Knock down all the Centrys of the Soul.

Sir, perform your Office.

[_Speaking to the_ Parson.

_Par._ Madam, are you willing to be married?

_Cad._ I am not.

_Hurlo._ Never mind that.

_Par._ ’Tis my Sovereign, and I must obey.

_Enter_ Flame, _with Pistols, and a drawn Sword_.

_Fla._ This Dagger will I heat red-hot in the crimson Blood of _Darony_, with which I’ll spear the Heart of _Seringo_, that Weather-cock; I’ll raise it upon some Pinacle or Spire; it shall ever whirl about with every Blast; myself I’ll dissolve into Air; I’ll make the stormy Winds to blow, the petty Breezes shall have no Power; but I’ll reign King of Tempest.

_Hurlo._ My Lord, can I serve you? Do you please to accept of Assistance?

_Flame. Hurlothrumbo_, what hast thou done with _Seringo_, hid her in thy Belly? Speak, in a moment speak, or I’ll rip it open, and let her out.

_Hurlo._ O no! ah hold! oh pray give me leave, and I’ll answer you!

_Fla._ Speak! quickly speak! or like a Griffin stuff’d with Fire and Gunpowder, I’ll blow thy Limbs and Stings to every Part of the Globe!

_Hurlo._ Oh ye Powers inspire me with Madness, that I may answer him in his own Language! [_Aside._] If you please to let us go, my Lord, we’ll this Moment mount her upon the Back of the Sun; in the mean while, you get a stradling upon the Moon, there you’ll be mounted aloft, and ride after her, spur and whip, whip and spur, and you’ll be sure to overtake her in the Eclipses; there you’ll be clapp’d together, Face to Face, one upon another; and all the World will shout and say, he has her, he has her, he has her! huzza!

[Darony, Hurlothrumbo, _and the_ Parson, _shout and Ex._

_Fla._ Ride on, Lightning, to perform, or I’ll drive you on with Thunder.

_Serin._ Dear Lady keep him in Discourse, for your own Security.

_Cad._ My Lord, you seem to be in Distress, is it in my Power to assist you?

_Fla._ No; my Soul, like a Jocky, is mounted and riding his eternal Race; I have slackned the Reins of Nature, and the Beast pulls, is pampered with too many Beans and Oats, and is running away with me to the Devil.

[_Exit_ Flame _and_ Seringo.

_Cad._ Pity! I have heard of Pity, surely Pity now is banish’d from the Earth, and all the Spirits of Love are lock’d up fast in Heaven. Was I once free from this miserable Cave of Nature, I think I could deny myself even of Paradise, to fly about within this lower World, to cure all the Sick, and heal the Broken-hearted: If there be a Maid on Earth whose Grief is like to mine, O ye sublimer Genius of the Air! in tender Pity direct her here to me, that I may lay my Face down to her Feet, and wash them clean with Tears; then will I rise, and gaze, and give her all that’s mine, that Generosity may please my Soul, and Love will rise up in my Heart, and conquer all my Grief.

_Enter_ Seringo _and_ Sementory.

_Sem._ I am full of sympathetick Confusion; there is nothing to be seen upon the Terrass, but Flashes of Lightning, flying through Clouds of Gun-powder Smoak.

_Cad._ Oh I tremble!

_Enter_ Servant.

_Serv._ _Hurlothrumbo_ is taken Prisoner, and the _Dutch_ Horse begin to fly.

[_Exit_ Servant.

_Enter_ Flame.

_Flame._ The King has gain’d the Victory; I’ll fly to the _Elysian_ Fields, and provoke them all to dance.

_Serin._ Shall I go with you, my Lord?

_Flame._ Oh! no, _Seringo_, Coquets can never alarm me.

[_A Song._