_2 Ser._ Hark the Musick. _Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Arnoldo. It will appear now certain, here it comes. Now to our places. _Arn._ Whither will he lead me? What invitation's this? to what new end Are these fair preparations? a rich Banquet, Musick, and every place stuck with adornment, Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game Has Fortune now prepar'd to shew me happy? And then again to sink me? 'tis no illusion, Mine eyes are not deceiv'd, all these are reall; What wealth and state! _Zab._ Will you sit down and eat Sir? These carry little wonder, they are usual; But you shall see, if you be wise to observe it, That that will strike dead, strike with amazement, Then if you be a man: this fair health to you. _Ar._ What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never So buried in amazement-- _Zab._ You are so still: Drink freely. _Ar._ The very wines are admirable: Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question, For what great worthy man are these prepar'd? And why do you bring me hither? _Zab._ They are for you, Sir; And under-value not the worth you carry, You are that worthy man: think well of these, They shall be more, and greater. _Ar._ Well, blind fortune Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd, To play thy game out wantonly-- _Zab._ Come be lusty, And awake your Spirits. [_Cease Musick._ _Ar._ Good Sir, do not wake me. For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants Are all these that attend here? _Zab._ They are yours; They wait on you. _Ar._ I never yet remember I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able To maintain so many. _Zab._ Now you are, and shall be. _Ar._ You'l say this house is mine too? _Zab._ Say it? swear it. _Ar._ And all this wealth? _Zab._ This is the least you see Sir. _Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years? For certainly I never found I was wealthie Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants. I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent. I may eat boldly then. _Zab._ 'Tis prepar'd for ye. _Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate: But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink; I feel it sensibly, and I am here, Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too, Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little, For either I am much abus'd-- _Zab._ Strike Musick And sing that lusty Song. [_Musick. Song._ _Ar._ Bewitching harmony! Sure I am turn'd into another Creature. _Enter_ Hippolyta. Happy and blest, _Arnoldo_ was unfortunate; Ha! bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature To pose the world? _Zab._ I told you, you would see that Would darken these poor preparations; What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision. _Ar._ 'Tis more: 'tis miracle. _Hip._ You are welcom Sir. _Ar._ It speaks, and entertains me still more glorious; She is warm, and this is flesh here: how she stirs me! Bless me what stars are there? _Hip._ May I sit near ye?