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This wholly fills and absorbs his every waking thought, and, in consequence, he denies his daughter Elaria and his niece Bellemante to their respective lovers, the Viceroy's two nephews, Don Cinthio and Don Charmante, as being men of men of mere terrestial mould.
The doctor is bawling for help when the wily servant totters out yawning and rubbing his eyes to explain the whole affair away as a delusion or a vision produced by lunar agency, declaring that there has been a visit from the Moon World of their King and the Prince of Thunderland, who have descended a-courting Elaria and Bellemante.
Pox on't, what Fools are we, we cou'd not know one another by Instinct? Scar. Well, well, dispute no more this clear Case, but let's hasten to your Mistresses. Cin. I'm asham'd to appear before Elaria. Char. And I to Bellemante. Scar.
Bullock and Spiller kept their favourite parts, Hall was Baliardo; Quin, Cinthio; Ryan, Charmante; Mrs. Egleton, Mopsophil; Mrs. Bullock, Bellemante. Doggett's The Country Wake was played the same night. Ten years later, still at this theatre, on 20 October, 1731, Hall was again Baliardo and Mrs. Egleton, Mopsophil.
Enter Mopsophil running. Mop. Run, run, Scaramouch, my Master's conjuring for you like mad below, he calls up all his little Devils with horrid Names, his Microscope, his Horoscope, his Telescope, and all his Scopes. Scar. Here, here, I had almost forgot the Letters; here's one for you, and one for Mrs. Bell. Ela. Thy Eyes are always laughing, Bellemante. Bell.
Tell me, said he, my Bellemante, Will you be kind to your Charmante? I blush'd, and veil'd my wishing Eyes, And answer'd only with my Sighs. Cou'd I a better way my Love impart? And without speaking, tell him all my Heart. Char. Bell. 'Tis yours for ought I know. Char. Away, my Name was put here for a blind. What Rhiming Fop have you been clubbing Wit withal? Bell. Ah! mon Dieu! Charmante jealous?
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.
Go, peevish Fool Whose Jealousy believes me given to change, Let thy own Torments be my just Revenge. The End of the First Act. SCENE I. A Chamber in the Doctor's House. An Antick Dance. After the Musick has plaid, enter Elaria; to her Bellemante. Ela. Heavens, Bellemante! Where have you been? Bell. Fatigu'd with the most disagreeable Affair, for a Person of my Humour, in the World.
Nay, he shall e'en remain as Heaven made him for me, since there are Men enough for all uses. Enter Charmante and Cinthio, dress'd in their Gothic Habits, Scaramouch, Harlequin and Musick. Charmante and Cinthio kneel. Cin. Can you forgive us? Bell. That, Cinthio, you're convinc'd, I do not wonder; but how Charmante is inspir'd, I know not. Char. Let it suffice, I'm satisfy'd, my Bellemante. Ela.
I understand not your Cabalistical Language; but in mine, I confess that you wak'd me from the rarest Dream Where methought the Emperor of the Moon World was in our House, dancing and revelling; and methoughts his Grace was fallen desperately in love with Mistriss Elaria, and that his Brother, the Prince, Sir, of Thunderland, was also in love with Mistriss Bellemante; and methoughts they descended to court 'em in your Absence And that at last you surpriz'd 'em, and that they transform'd themselves into a Suit of Hangings to deceive you.
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