Volume Iii Part 133 (2/2)

_Enter_ Doctor, Elaria, Bellemante, _and_ Mopsophil.

_Soft Musick is heard_.

_Bell_. Ha--Heavens! what's here? what Palace is this?--No part of our House, I'm sure.

_Ela_. 'Tis rather the Apartment of some Monarch.

_Doct_. I'm all amazement too; but must not show my Ignorance.

--Yes, _Elaria_, this is prepar'd to entertain two Princes.

_Bell_. Are you sure on't, Sir? are we not, think you, in that World above, I often heard you speak of? in the Moon, Sir?

_Doct_. How shall I resolve her--For ought I know, we are. [_Aside_.

_Ela_. Sure, Sir, 'tis some Inchantment.

_Doct_. Let not thy female Ignorance profane the highest Mysteries of natural Philosophy: To Fools it seems Inchantment--but I've a Sense can reach it--sit and expect the Event.--Hark, I am amaz'd, but must conceal my Wonder, that Joy of Fools--and appear wise in Gravity.

_Bell_. Whence comes this charming Sound, Sir?

_Doct_. From the Spheres--it is familiar to me.

[_The Scene in the Front draws off, and shews the Hill of_ Parna.s.sus; _a n.o.ble large Walk of Trees leading to it, with eight or ten Negroes upon Pedestals, ranged on each side of the Walks. Next_ Keplair _and_ Galileus _descend on each side, opposite to each other, in Chariots, with Perspectives in their Hands, as viewing the Machine of the Zodiack.

Soft Musick plays still.

_Doct_. Methought I saw the Figure of two Men descend from yonder Cloud on yonder Hill.

_Ela_. I thought so too, but they are disappear'd, and the wing'd Chariot's fled.

_Enter_ Keplair _and_ Galileus.

_Bell_. See, Sir, they approach.

[_The_ Doctor _rises and bows_.

_Kep_. Most reverend Sir, we, from the upper World, thus low salute you--_Keplair_ and _Galileus_ we are call'd, sent as Interpreters to Great _Iredonozor_, the Emperor of the Moon, who is descending.

_Doct_. Most reverend Bards--profound Philosophers--thus low I bow to pay my humble Grat.i.tude.

_Kep_. The Emperor, Sir, salutes you, and your fair Daughter.

_Gal_. And, Sir, the Prince of _Thunderland_ salutes you, and your fair Neice.

_Doct_. Thus low I fall to thank their Royal Goodness.

[_Kneels. They take him up_.

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