Mop.  You have your Lessons, stand to it bravely, and the Town’s our own, Madam.

    [They put themselves in Postures of Sleeping, leaning on the
    Table, Mopsophil lying at their Feet.  Enter Doctor softly.

Doct.  Ha, not in Bed! this gives me mortal Fears.

Bell.  Ah, Prince—­ [She speaks as in her Sleep.

Doct.  Ha, Prince! [Goes nearer, and listens.

Bell.  How little Faith I give to all your Courtship, who leaves our Orb so soon. [In a feign’d Voice.

Doct.  Ha, said she Orb? [Goes nearer.

Bell.  But since you are of a celestial Race,
And easily can penetrate
Into the utmost limits of the Thought,
Why shou’d I fear to tell you of your Conquest? 
—­And thus implore your Aid.

        [Rises and runs to the Doctor; kneels,
        and holds him fast.  He shews signs of Joy.

Doct.  I am ravish’d!

Bell.  Ah, Prince Divine, take pity on a Mortal.

Doct.  I am rapt!

Bell.  And take me with you to the World above!

Doct.  The Moon, the Moon she means; I am transported, over-joy’d, and ecstasyd!
             [Leaping and jumping from her Hands, she seems to wake.

Bell.  Ha, my Uncle come again to interrupt us!

Doct.  Hide nothing from me, my dear Bellemante, since all already is discover’d to me—­and more.

Ela.  Oh, why have you wak’d me from the softest Dream that ever Maid was blest with?

Doct.  What—­what, my best Elaria? [With over-joy.

Ela.  Methought I entertain’d a Demi-God, one of the gay Inhabitants of the Moon.

Bell.  I’m sure mine was no Dream—­I wak’d, I heard, I saw, I spoke—­and danc’d to the Musick of the Spheres; and methought my glorious Lover ty’d a Diamond Chain about my Arm—­and see ’tis all substantial. [Shows her Arm.

Ela.  And mine a Ring, of more than mortal Lustre.

Doct.  Heaven keep me moderate! lest excess of Joy shou’d make my
Virtue less. [Stifling his Joy. 
—­There is a wondrous Mystery in this,
A mighty Blessing does attend your Fates. 
Go in and pray to the chaste Powers above
To give you Virtue for such Rewards. [They go in. 
—­How this agrees with what the learned Cabalist inform’d me of last
Night!  He said, that great Iredonozor, the Emperor of the Moon, was
enamour’d on a fair Mortal.  It must be so—­and either he descended to
court my Daughter personally, which for the rareness of the Novelty,
she takes to be a Dream; or else, what they and I beheld, was visionary,
by way of a sublime Intelligence:—­And possibly—­’tis only thus:  the
People of that World converse with Mortals.—­I must be satisfy’d in this
main Point of deep Philosophy.