126 ILLUSTRATIONS, &c. 1Enter Aurora in a black Veil below. Aur. Phoebus? Phob. Who calls the World's great Light? In th' old Man's bofome?) rife for fhame, Aur. Before thy hour? look down, and see, If I had been a Mortal Wife. Phab. Thou cam'ft too near the Burning Mount Aur. Upon thy account, For I took Clowds of Smoke and Fire, [Phoebus enters with his Beams on. Aur. I'm forry Mars and Venus had Phab. What frighted thee? Aur. I know not what : But thou know'st all; what noife is that? Phab. 'Tis Vulcan, in a greater Heat Than th' Irons by his Cyclops beat : BAYES. I, Sir. But how would you fancie now to represent an Eclipse ? SMI. Why that's to be fuppos'd. BAYES. Suppos'd! Ay, you are ever at your suppose: ha, ha, ha. Why, you may as well suppose the whole Play. No it must come in upon the Stage, that's certain; but in fome odd way, that may delight, amuse, and all that. I have a conceipt for't, that I am fure is new, and, I believe, to the purpose. JOHNS. How's that? BAYES. Why, the truth is, I took the first hint of this out of a Dialogue, between Phœbus and Aurora, in the Slighted Maid: which, by my troth, was very pretty; though, I think, you'l confefs this is a little better. JOHNS. No doubt on't, Mr. Bayes. BAYES. But, Sir, you have heard, I fuppofe, that your Eclipfe of the Moon, is nothing else, but an interpofition of the Earth, between the Sun and Moon: as likewise your Eclipfe of the Sun is caus'd by an interlocation of the Moon, betwixt the Earth and Sun? SMI. I have heard fo, indeed. BAYES. Well, Sir; what do me I, but make the Earth, Sun, and Moon, come out upon the Stage, and dance the Hey: hum? And, of neceffity, by the very nature of this Dance, the Earth must be sometimes between the Sun and the Moon, and the Moon between the Earth and Sun; and there you have both your Eclipfes. That is new, I gad, ha? JOHNS. That must needs be very fine, truly. BAYES. Yes, there is fome fancie in't. And then, Sir, that there may be fomething in it of a Joque, I make the Moon fell the Earth a Bargain. come out Eclipfe, to the tune of Tom Tyler. Enter Luna. Luna. Orbis, O Orbis, Come to me thou little rogue Orbis. Enter the Earth. Orb. What calls Terra firma, pray? Come, To File and Polish Vulcan's Net, Aur. What now? Phab. To laugh the Smiths begin : [Laughing within. At furious Vulcan (halting off Tuning within. Phab. Heark, they record, they'l fing anon; [Exeunt Phoebus and Aurora. The Cyclops Song (within). Cry our Ware, (Sooty Fellows What can make our fingers fo fine? Drink, drink, Wine, Lippari-wine. Sir R. STAPYLTON. The Slighted Maid, pp. 80-83. Ed. 1663. Luna. Luna that ne'er shines by day. Sol. Fie, Sifter, fie; thou mak’st me muse, To fee thee Orb abuse. Luna. I hope his anger 'twill not move; Hey down, dery down. Orb. Where fhall I thy true love know, Luna. To morrow foon, ere it be noon, On Mount Vefuvio. Sol. Then I will shine. Orb. And I will be fine. | Bis. Luna. And we will drink nothing but Lipary wine. Omnes. And we, &c. BAYES. So, now, vanish Eclipfe, and enter t'other Battel, and fight. Here now, if I am not mistaken, you will fee fighting enough. A battel is fought between foot and great Hobby- Draw. Others may boast a single man to kill; Let petty Kings the names of Parties know : I Valeria, Daughter to Maximin, having kill'd her self for the Love of Porphyrius, when she was to be carry'd off by the Bearers, strikes one of them a Box on the Ear, and speaks to him thus Hold! are you mad? you damn'd confounded Dog, Epilogue to Tyrannick Love, Ed. 1672. Key, 1704. |