_Hurlo._ Cause! Cause enough; one _Lomporhomock_, a _Dutch_ Officer, is just landed with 200,000 Men. _King._ Go this moment, and get my Troops in readiness, and I’ll give them the meeting myself. [_Ex._ Hurlo. _and_ Dolo. I am rais’d above the common Height of Man, lifted up to the rattling Climes of Discord, where _Dologodelmo_ and _Hurlothrumbo_ rumble along the Sky, and says the Element begins to crack; but as the Lightning flies before the Thunder-clap, so shall _Darony_ fly before me, or Death shall swallow me up. But yet, shall I in this tempestuous Season, In furious headlong bid farewel to Reason? No; in Storms all Fools are hurrican’d in Mind, But Wisdom gently moves upon the swiftest Wind. To fight, and in the heat of Blood, in an Agony, drop into Eternity, and carry the Fire with me. O! let me not pause, let me not think, for if I think, Divinity will make me like a Lamb, and then persuade me to be a Coward; no, I’ll go and recommend My _Cademore_’s Charms to happy Fate that sent her, Then fly to War’s Alarms, and both my Lives will venture. [_Ex._ King. _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Serin._ I am all at War within. _Sem._ So much in Love with two Men! alas thy Combat will do you no harm; you admire _Darone_ for his Honour, and _Hurlothrumbo_’s Bravery. _Serin._ Oh advise me. _Sem._ Of all Happiness, that is the most sweet that is the nearest to us; Riches lie in the Purse, Love in the Heart: never marry for Honour, or Title; Fame is always at a distance; the Man I love is near. What is Fame? a Word; that Word is Wind, the humming of a Bee: but when I sleep by the Man I love, no Wind can come to me. _Enter_ Flame, _and sings_. _Sem._ So, my Lord, your Aid is required at the Wars. _Flam._ I’ll fly from the War, Love and War always jar; there is no Calm in Love and War; let my _Seringo_ live with me, then farewel Honour, farewel Care. [_Exit._ _The End of the Second_ ACT ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ACT III. _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo _and_ Dologodelmo. _Dolo._ _Hurlothrumbo_, are you ready to mount? _Hurlo._ ’Tis confounded dark, must we not stay for the King? _Dolo._ No; the Princess _Cademore_ will not hear of his going to the Wars; at the Sound of the Word, she faints, sinks and dies away. [_Exit_ Dolo. _Enter_ Servant _with a Letter, delivers it, and Exit_. [Hurlo. _reads it_.