Enter Aurora in a black Veil below. Aur. Phoebus? Phab. Who calls the World's great Light? Aur. Before thy hour? look down, and fee, If I had been a Mortal Wife. Phab. Thou cam'st too near the Burning Mount Aur. Upon thy account, For I took Clowds of Smoke and Fire, [Phoebus enters with his Beams TA Where she and Mars embracing lie. Aur. I'm forry Mars and Venus had Phab. What frighted thee? Aur. I know not what : But thou know'st all; what noile is that? [Within Vulcan roars out, No work, Rogues: 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 sure 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. 1 JOHNS. No doubt on't, Mr. Bayes. BAYES. But, Sir, you have heard, I fuppofe, that your Eclipse of the Moon, is nothing else, but an interpofition of the Earth, between the Sun and Moon: as likewise your Eclipse 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 something in it of a Joque, I make the Moon fell the Earth a Bargain. Come, come out Eclipse, to the tune of Tom Tyler. Enter Luna. Luna. Orbis, O Orbis, Come to me thou little rogue Orbis. Orb. What calls Terra firma, pray? To File and Polish Vulcan's Net, Aur. What now? [Laughing Phab. To laugh the Smiths begin: Tuning Phob. Heark, they record, they'l fing anon; The God of Mufique cannot ftay. [Exeunt Phoebus and Aurora The Cyclops Song (within). Cry our Ware, (Sooty Fellows ir R. STAPYLTON. The Slighted Maid, pp. 80-83. Ed. 1663 Luna. Luna that ne'er fhines by day. Sol. Fie, Sifter, fie; thou mak'st me muse, To see thee Orb abuse. Luna. I hope his anger 'twill not move; Hey down, dery down. Orb. Where shall 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 Eclipse, 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 : 'Valeria, Daughter to Maximin, having kill'd her felf for the Love of Porphyrius, when he 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 the second edition of Tyrannick Love, 1672. Key, 1704 |