Enter Aurora in a black Veil below.
Song in Dialogue.

Aur. Phoebus?

Phab. Who calls the World's great Light?
Aur. Aurora, that abhors the Night.
Phab. Why does Aurora from her Clowd
To drowfie Phœbus cry fo loud?
Aur. Put on thy Beams; rife, (no regard
To a young Goddess, that lies hard
In th' old Man's bofome?) rise for sham
And shine my Clowd into a Flame.
Phab. Oblige me not beyond my pow'r,
I must not rise before my hour.

Aur. Before thy hour? look down, and fee,
In vain the Perfian kneels to thee,
And I (mock'd by the glim'ring Shade)
A fad mistake in Naples made;
Like Pliny, I had loft my life,

If I had been a Mortal Wife.

Phab. Thou cam'st too near the Burning Mount
Vefuvio?

Aur. Upon thy account,

For I took Clowds of Smoke and Fire,
(which here from Vulcan's Court expire)
For Morning-ftreaks, Blew, White, and Red,
That Rouse me from cold Tithon's Bed.

[Phoebus enters with his Beams TA
Phab. Charge not upon me for a Crime,
That I ftaid th' utmost point of time,
Before I would put off my Bays,
And on Naples fhed my Rays,
where such a mischief they have done,
As will make Venus hate the Sun,
Discovering to Vulcan's eye

Where she and Mars embracing lie.

Aur. I'm forry Mars and Venus had
Such privacy: but I am glad
that Phabus does at last appear
To fhine away Aurora's Fear.

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:
He makes the horrour of that noise,
Teaching and Knocking his great Boys,
(From hamm'ring out Jove's Thunder) fet

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.

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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.
Enter the Earth.

Orb. What calls Terra firma, pray?

To File and Polish Vulcan's Net,
Which he'l catch Mars and Venus in.

Aur. What now?

[Laughing

Phab. To laugh the Smiths begin:
At furious Vulcan (halting off
To measure his wife's Bed) they scoff.
Aur. I'l leave the place; I can no more
Endure the Laughter than the Roar.

Tuning

Phob. Heark, they record, they'l fing anon;
'Tis time for Phabus to be gone;
For when fuch Lyrick Affes bray,

The God of Mufique cannot ftay.

[Exeunt Phoebus and Aurora

The Cyclops Song (within).

Cry our Ware, (Sooty Fellows
Of the Forge and the Bellows)
Has Jove any Okes to rend?
Has Ceres Sickles to mend ?
Wants Neptume a Water-Fork?
All these are the Cyclops work;
But to Wire-draw Iron-rods,
To File Nets to catch the Gods,
What can make our fingers fo fine!
Drink, drink, Wine, Lippari-wine.

ir R. STAPYLTON. The Slighted Maid, pp. 80-83. Ed. 1663

Luna. Luna that ne'er fhines by day.
Orb. What means Luna in a veil ?
Luna. Luna means to fhew her tail.
Enter Sol.

Sol. Fie, Sifter, fie; thou mak'st me muse,
Dery, dery down,

To see thee Orb abuse.

Luna. I hope his anger 'twill not move;
Since I did it out of love.

Hey down, dery down.

Orb. Where shall I thy true love know,
Thou pretty, pretty Moon?

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-
horfes. At last, Drawcanfir comes in, and kills
'em all on both fides. All this while the Battel is
fighting, BAYES is telling them when to fhout, and
Shouts with 'em.

Draw. Others may boast a single man to kill;
But I, the bloud of thousands, daily spill.

Let petty Kings the names of Parties know :
Where e'er I come, I flay both friend and foe.
The swifteft Horfmen my swift rage controuls,
And from their Bodies drives their trembling fouls.
If they had wings, and to the Gods could flie,
I would purfue, and beat 'em, through the skie:
And make proud Fove, with all his Thunder, fee.
This single Arm more dreadful is, than he. [Exit.
BAYES. There's a brave fellow for you now, Sirs. I
have read of your Hector, your Achilles, and a hundred

'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,
I am to rife, and speak the Epilogue.

Epilogue to the second edition of Tyrannick Love, 1672.

Key, 1704