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His Charms too fierce for Flesh and Blood, She dy'd embracing of her God, We gentler marks of Passion give, The Maid we love, shall love and live; Whom visibly we thus will grace, Above the rest of human Race, Say, is't your Will that we shou'd wed her, And nightly in Disguises bed her? Doct. Sten. What then remains, but that we consummate This happy Marriage in our splendid State? Doct.
Faith, no, Sir; but they are, for the most part, what's as good, very proud and promising, Sir, most liberal of their Word to every fauning Suiter, to purchase the state of long Attendance, and cringing as they pass; but the Devil of a Performance, without you get the Knack of bribing in the right Place and Time; but yet they all defy it, Sir. Doct. Just, just, as 'tis here.
If you be thorowly purg'd from Vice, the Opticles of your Sight will be so illuminated, that glancing through this Telescope, you may behold one of these lovely Creatures, that people the vast Region of the Air. Doct. Sir, you oblige profoundly. Char. Kneel then, and try your strength of Virtue. Goes to the end of the Telescope. Can you discern, Sir? Doct.
For, Sir, conceive me how he grew rich! since he drank those Waters he never buys any Iron, but hammers it out of Stercus Proprius. Enter Bellemante with a Billet. Bell. Sir, 'tis three a Clock, and Dinner will be cold. Doct. I come, Sweet-heart; but this is wonderful. Scar.
Ay, there it was indeed, Sir, and as his Highness was taking a Survey of this lower World through a long Perspective, Sir, he saw you and your Daughter and Neice, and from that very moment fell most desperately in love. But hark, the sound of Timbrels, Kettle-Drums and Trumpets. The Emperor, Sir, is on his way, prepare for his Reception. Doct. Har.
I am extremely sorry for it, Sir, and you shall see how I will have this fellow handled for the Affront to a Person of your Gravity, and in my House. Here, Pedro. Enter Pedro. Take this Intruder, or bring some of your Fellows hither, and toss him in a Blanket. Har. Scar. Let me alone. Doct. I'll warrant you some Rogue that has some Plot on my Niece and Daughter. Scar.
Methinks, I see a kind of glorious Cloud drawn up and now, 'tis gone again. Char. Saw you no Fuger? Doct. None. Char. Then make a short Prayer to Alikin, the Spirit of the East; shake off all earthly Thoughts, and look again. Charmante puts the Glass into the Mouth of the Telescope. Doct. Astonish'd, ravish'd with Delight, I see a Beauty young and Angel-like, leaning upon a Cloud. Char.
If you have, 'tis but Trick for your Trick, Seignior Scaramouch, and you may spare the Pumping. Scar. For once, Sirrah, I'll bring you off, and deliver your Letters. Sir, do you not know who this is? Why, 'tis a Rival of mine, who put on this Disguise to cheat me of Mistress Mopsophil. See, here's a Billet to her. Doct. What is he? Scar.
I shall, Sir, and see, here's your Key you look'd for. Doct. Charmante peeps out and by degrees comes all out, listning every step. Char. As he is gone off, enter Cinthio groping. Cin. Now for this lucky Rival, if his Stars will make this last part of his Adventure such. Enter Elaria with a Light. Ela. Ha, Cinthio here? Cin. Ela. Prithee hear me. Cin. Ela.
But at last, methought you grew angry at something, and they all fled to Heaven again; and after a deal of Thunder and Lightning, I wak'd, Sir, and hearing human Voices here, came to see what the Matter was. Doct. May I credit this? Scar. Credit it! By all the Honour of your House, by my unseparable Veneration for the Mathematicks, 'tis true, Sir. Doct.
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