[A knocking at the Garden-gate.

Doct.  Take care none enter.

[Scar. goes to the Door.

Scar.  Oh, Sir, Sir, here’s some strange great Man come to wait on you.

Doct.  Great Man! from whence?

Scar.  Nay, from the Moon-World, for ought I know, for he looks not like the People of the lower Orb.

Doct.  Ha! and that may be; wait on him in.

[Exit Scar.

    Enter Scaramouch bare, bowing before Charmante, dress’d in
    a strange fantastical Habit, with Harlequin; salutes the Doctor.

Char.  Doctor Baliardo, most learned Sir, all Hail!  Hail from the great Caballa of Eutopia.

Doct.  Most reverend Bard, thrice welcome. [Salutes him low.

Char.  The Fame of your great Learning, Sir, and Virtue is known with Joy to the renown’d Society.

Doct.  Fame, Sir, has done me too much Honour, to bear my Name to the renown’d Caballa.

Char.  You must not attribute it all to Fame, Sir, they are too learned and wise to take up things from Fame, Sir:  our Intelligence is by ways more secret and sublime, the Stars, and little Daemons of the Air inform us all things, past, present, and to come.

Doct.  I must confess the Count of Gabalis renders it plain, from Writ divine and humane, there are such friendly and intelligent Daemons.

Char.  I hope you do not doubt that Doctrine, Sir, which holds that the Four Elements are peopled with Persons of a Form and Species more divine than vulgar Mortals—­those of the fiery Regions we call the Salamanders, they beget Kings and Heroes, with Spirits like their Deietical Sires; the lovely Inhabitants of the Water, we call Nymphs; those of the Earth are Gnomes or Fairies; those of the Air are Sylphs.  These, Sir, when in Conjunction with Mortals, beget immortal Races; such as the first-born Man, which had continu’d so, had the first Man ne’er doated on a Woman.

Doct.  I am of that opinion, Sir; Man was not made for Woman.

Char.  Most certain, Sir, Man was to have been immortaliz’d by the Love and Conversation of these charming Sylphs and Nymphs, and Women by the Gnomes and Salamanders, and to have stock’d the World with Demi-Gods, such as at this Day inhabit the Empire of the Moon.

Doct.  Most admirable Philosophy and Reason!—­But do these Sylphs and Nymphs appear in Shapes?

Char.  The most beautiful of all the Sons and Daughters of the Universe:  Fancy, Imagination is not half so charming:  And then so soft, so kind! but none but the Caballa and their Families are blest with their divine Addresses.  Were you but once admitted to that Society—­

Doct.  Ay, Sir, what Virtues or what Merits can accomplish me for that great Honour?