Volume Iii Part 114 (2/2)

Bellemante, Harlequin, Cinthio's _Man_, Mr. _Jevern_.

_Officer and Clerk_.

_Page_.

WOMEN.

Elaria, _Daughter to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Cooke_.

Bellemante, _Niece to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Mumford_.

Florinda, _Cousin to_ Elaria _and_ Bellemante.

Mopsophil, _Governante to the young Ladies_, Mrs. _Cory_.

_The Persons in the Moon, are_ Don Cinthio, _Emperor_; Don Charmante, _Prince of_ Thunderland.

_Their Attendants, Persons that represent the Court Cards_.

Keplair _and_ Galileus, _two Philosophers_.

_Twelve Persons, representing the Figures of the twelve Signs of the Zodiack_.

_Negroes, and Persons that dance_.

_Musick, Kettle-Drums, and Trumpets_.

The SCENE, _NAPLES_.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _A Chamber_.

_Enter_ Elaria _and_ Mopsophil.

I.

_A Curse upon that faithless Maid, Who first her s.e.x's Liberty betray'd; Born free as Man to Love and Range, Till n.o.bler Nature did to Custom change, Custom, that dull excuse for Fools, Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules_.

II.

_From Love our Fetters never sprung; That smiling G.o.d, all wanton, gay and young, Shows by his Wings he cannot be Confined to a restless Slavery; But here and there at random roves, Not fix'd to glittering Courts, or shady Groves_.

III.

_Then she that Constancy profess'd Was but a well Dissembler at the best; And that imaginary Sway She feign'd to give, in seeming to obey, Was but the height of prudent Art, To deal with greater liberty her Heart_.

[After the Song _Elaria_ gives her Lute to _Mopsophil_.

_Ela_. This does not divert me; Nor nothing will, till _Scaramouch_ return, And bring me News of _Cinthio_.

_Mop_. Truly I was so sleepy last Night, I know nothing of the Adventure, for which you are kept so close a Prisoner to day, and more strictly guarded than usual.

_Ela. Cinthio_ came with Musick last Night under my Window, which my Father hearing, sallied out with his _Mirmidons_ upon him; and clas.h.i.+ng of Swords I heard, but what hurt was done, or whether _Cinthio_ were discovered to him, I know not; but the Billet I sent him now by _Scaramouch_ will occasion me soon Intelligence.

_Mop_. And see, Madam, where your trusty _Roger_ comes.

_Enter_ Scaramouch, _peeping on all sides before he enters_.

You may advance, and fear none but your Friends.

_Scar_. Away, and keep the door.

_Ela_. Oh, dear _Scaramouch_! hast thou been at the Vice-Roy's?

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