Doct.  I am undone with Joy! ruin’d with Transport. [Aside. 
—­Can it—­can it, Sir,—­be possible?
                           [Stifling his Joy, which breaks out.

Char.  Receive the Blessing, Sir, with Moderation.

Doct.  I do, Sir, I do.

Char.  This very Night, by their great Art, they find,
He will descend, and shew himself in Glory. 
An Honour, Sir, no Mortal has receiv’d
This sixty hundred years.

Doct.  Hum—­say you so, Sir; no Emperor ever descend this sixty hundred
years?    [Looks sad. 
—­Was I deceiv’d last Night?    [Aside.

Char.  Oh! yes, Sir, often in Disguise, in several Shapes and Forms, which did of old occasion so many fabulous Tales of all the Shapes of Jupiter—­but never in their proper Glory, Sir, as Emperors.  This is an Honour only design’d to you.

Doct.  And will his Grace—­be here in Person, Sir? [Joyful.

Char.  In Person—­and with him, a Man of mighty Quality, Sir, ’tis thought, the Prince of Thunderland—­but that’s but whisper’d, Sir, in the Cabal, and that he loves your Niece.

Doct.  Miraculous! how this agrees with all I’ve seen and heard —­To Night, say you, Sir?

Char.  So ’tis conjectur’d, Sir,—­some of the Cabalists are of opinion, that last Night there was some Sally from the Moon.

Doct.  About what Hour, Sir?

Char.  The Meridian of the Night, Sir, about the Hours of Twelve or One; but who descended, or in what Shape, is yet uncertain.

Doct.  This I believe, Sir.

Char.  Why, Sir?

Doct.  May I communicate a Secret of that nature?

Char.  To any of the Cabalists, but none else.

Doct.  Then know—­last Night, my Daughter and my Niece were entertain’d by those illustrious Heroes.

Char.  Who, Sir, the Emperor, and Prince his Cousin?

Doct.  Most certain, Sir.  But whether they appear’d in solid Bodies, or Fantomical, is yet a Question; for at my unlucky approach, they all transform’d themselves into a Piece of Hangings.

Char.  ’Tis frequent, Sir, their Shapes are numerous; and ’tis also in their power to transform all they touch, by virtue of a certain Stone they call the Ebula.

Doct.  That wondrous Ebula, which Gonzales had?

Char.  The same, by virtue of which, all Weight was taken from him, and then with ease the lofty Traveller flew from Parnassus Hill, and from Hymethus Mount, and high Gerania, and Acrocorinthus, thence to Taygetus, so to Olympus Top, from whence he had but one step to the Moon.  Dizzy he grants he was.

Doct.  No wonder, Sir, Oh happy great Gonzales!