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Enter to him Harlequin, dress'd like a Farmer, as before. Har. Hum What have we here, a Taylor or a Tumbler? Scar. Ha Who's this? Hum What if it shou'd be the Farmer that the Doctor has promis'd Mopsophil to? Who wou'd you speak with, Friend? Har. This is, perhaps, my Rival the Apothecary. Speak with, Sir! why, what's that to you? Scar. Have you Affairs with Seignor Doctor, Sir? Har.
Their Attendants, Persons that represent the Court Cards. Keplair and Galileus, two Philosophers. Negroes, and Persons that dance. Musick, Kettle-Drums, and Trumpets. The SCENE, NAPLES. SCENE I. A Chamber. Enter Elaria and Mopsophil.
Set not thy Heart on transitory Mortal, there's better things in store besides, I have promis'd her to a Farmer for his Son. Come in with me, and bring the Telescope. Doctor and Scaramouch. Harlequin comes out on the Stage. Har. My Mistress Mopsophil to marry a Farmer's Son! What, am I then forsaken, abandon'd by the false fair One?
There is no delay, the lovers are united in matrimony, Baliardo being overwhelmed at the honour done his house. But when Scaramouch and Harlequin fight a ridiculous duel, in which the former wins, for the favour of Mopsophil, the doctor discovers the whole trick, to wit, that the lunar courtiers are in reality his own friends and neighbours.
SCENE III. The Last. The Gallery richly adorn'd with Scenes and Lights. Enter Doctor, Elaria, Bellemante, and Mopsophil. Soft Musick is heard. Bell. Ha Heavens! what's here? what Palace is this? No part of our House, I'm sure. Ela. 'Tis rather the Apartment of some Monarch. Doct. I'm all amazement too; but must not show my Ignorance. Yes, Elaria, this is prepar'd to entertain two Princes. Bell.
How, Sir, no marvel then, that looking towards the South, I saw such splendid Glories in the Air. Doct. Ha, saw'st thou ought descending in the Air? Scar. Oh, yes, Sir, Wonders! haste to the old Gallery, whence, with the help of your Telescope, you may discover all. Doct. I would not lose a moment for the lower Universe. Enter Elaria, Bellemante, Mopsophil, dressed in rich Antick Habits. Ela.
The girls are, however, secretly assisted in their amours by Scaramouch, the doctor's man, who is himself a rival of Harlequin, Cinthio's valet, for the hand of Mopsophil, duenna to the young ladies. Harlequin, hoping to find his way to his mistress, gets to Bellemante's chamber but when she appears conceals himself.
Then Silvia be wise be wise be wise, Though Painting and Dressing for awhile are Supplies, And may surprise But when the Fire's going out in your Eyes, It twinkles, it twinkles, it twinkles, and dies. And then to hear Love, to hear Love from you, I'd as live hear an Owl cry Wit to woo, Wit to woo, wit to woo. Enter Mopsophil above. Mop. Scar. Who shou'd it be that takes such pains to sue! Mop.
The Devil's in't, if either the Doctor, my Master, or Mopsophil, know me in this Disguise And thus I may not only gain my Mistress, and out-wit Harlequin, but deliver the Ladies those Letters from their Lovers, which I took out of his Pocket this Morning; and who wou'd suspect an Apothecary for a Pimp?
Ill Luck, Ill Luck, I must leave you to night; my Brother the Advocate is sick, and has sent for me; 'tis three long Leagues, and dark as 'tis, I must go. They say he is dying. Come, Scaramouch, and get me ready for my Journey; and on your Life, let not a Door be open'd till my Return. Enter Mopsophil. Har. Ha! Mopsophil, and alone! Mop.
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