_Sem._ But give me the Man that’s like the Bee, That flies round and round the Field to see, To taste of every Herb, to chuse the Sweet, to miss the Sour, He hovers and sings, and sucks the true Vertue from the Flower: But the mean Soul like yours that courts for Money, Is like the Wasp, will settle upon a Nettle for a little Honey. [_Ex._ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Enter_ Theorbeo. _Hurlo._ The King will instantly wait upon your Majesty; but is now engaged in the Affairs of the Government. _Theo._ After what manner are you govern’d? _Hurlo._ Spiritually and Temporally, King, Lords, Commons, Parsons, Clergymen and Divines, _Theo._ What is a Parson? _Hurlo._ A Parson is——I beg pardon, the King comes. [_Ex._ Hurlothrumbo. _Theo._ _Adam_ before _Eve_ was made, longed for something he knew not what; I long for something more than _Eve_, I know not where. _Enter_ King. _King._ _Theorbo_, why meditate yon thus? that Soul of thine that came from Heaven, longs to leave me, to soar aloft and travel home; grieve not thus for a Woman, I myself am tender, yet bold; I often weep in a fine Lady’s Presence, but in a moment can conquer that Passion, and venture my Life with a Lion; can lay my Hand under the Foot of an humble Beggar, or take a lofty Emperor by the Nose. _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo. _King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, what Tidings from the World? _Hurlo._ Not any that will please your Majesty; here are some poor Men petitioning you for Charity. _King._ That will doubly please me; I relieve them as Men, and satisfy the Thirst of Compassion, at the same time, my Soul’s invested with sacred Pride, think I am highly honour’d, and entertain the Gods. _Hurlo._ Here is also a poor Prince sends to borrow Money. _King._ That will also please me; I receive the Borrower with more Joy than him that comes to pay a Debt. _Enter_ Flame.