Doct.  How, Sir, eating?

Har.  What did me I, Sir (Life being sweet) but fall on my Knees, and besought his Gloriousness not to eat me, for I was no Fish, but a Man; he ask’d me of what Country, I told him of Naples; whereupon the Emperor overjoy’d ask’d me if I knew that most reverend and learned Doctor Baliardo, and his fair Daughter.  I told him I did:  whereupon he made me his Bed-fellow, and the Confident to his Amour to Seigniora Elaria.

Doct.  Bless me, Sir! how came the Emperor to know my Daughter?

Har.  There he is again with his damn’d hard Questions.  —­Know her, Sir,—­Why—­you were walking abroad one day.

Doct.  My Daughter never goes abroad, Sir, farther than our Garden.

Har.  Ay, there it was indeed, Sir,—­and as his Highness was taking a Survey of this lower World—­through a long Perspective, Sir,—­he saw you and your Daughter and Neice, and from that very moment fell most desperately in love.—­But hark, the sound of Timbrels, Kettle-Drums and Trumpets.—­The Emperor, Sir, is on his way, prepare for his Reception.

[A strange Noise is heard of Brass Kettles, and Pans,
and Bells, and many tinkling things.

Doct.  I’m in a Rapture—­How shall I pay my Gratitude for this great
Negotiation?—­but as I may, I humbly offer, Sir.
                  [Presents him with a rich Ring and a Purse of Gold.

Har.  Sir, as an Honour done the Emperor, I take your Ring and Gold.  I must go meet his Highness.
                              [Takes leave.

Enter to him Scaramouch, as himself.

Scar.  Oh, Sir! we are astonish’d with the dreadful sound of the sweetest Musick that ever Mortal heard, but know not whence it comes.  Have you not heard it, Sir?

Doct.  Heard it, yes, Fool,—­’tis the Musick of the Spheres, the Emperor of the Moon World is descending.

Scar.  How, Sir, no marvel then, that looking towards the South, I saw such splendid Glories in the Air.

Doct.  Ha, saw’st thou ought descending in the Air?

Scar.  Oh, yes, Sir, Wonders! haste to the old Gallery, whence, with the help of your Telescope, you may discover all.

Doct.  I would not lose a moment for the lower Universe.

Enter Elaria, Bellemante, Mopsophil, dressed in rich Antick Habits.

Ela.  Sir, we are dress’d as you commanded us, what is your farther Pleasure?

Doct.  It well becomes the Honour you’re design’d for, this Night to wed two Princes—­come with me and know your happy Fate.

[Ex.  Doctor and Scar.

Ela.  Bless me!  My Father, in all the rest of his Discourse shows so much Sense and Reason, I cannot think him mad, but feigns all this to try us.