_Hurlo._ Oh ’tis from _Darony_! _Make me the next Man to the Crown, if I desert the King_; how can I do that? Why did he not ask me to murder my dearest Friend, curse the Deity, or debauch a Man’s Wife, and separate their Souls eternal? _It will preserve a great deal of Blood_, that’s true. _So long as_ Theorbeo _stays, thy Honour wears like a Garment_: may be so; I’ll consider of this. [_Exit_ Hurlo. _Enter_ Darony _and_ Urlandenny. [_Guns fire at a distance._ _Daro._ They’re punctual to the time. _Urlan._ True, my Lord. _Daro._ This is the Place we’ll fix our Standard; now the Guns are discharg’d, the Men from every end of the City with a Shout will come to this Place, and stir not you an Inch till _Lomporhomock_ enters the City. Who comes there? _Enter_ Temo. _Temo._ A Friend and Servant of thine. _Urlan._ What is thy Name, and thy Business here in the Dead of Night? _Temo._ My Name is _Temo_; as to my Business, ’tis secret. _Urlan._ You are the famous Inchanter; can you tell us what Adventures will happen, the cause of the Guns firing thus early? _Temo._ ’Tis the first Volly of a mighty War; this Morning exactly at two the Battle will be rehears’d first in the _Elysian_ Fields. _Urlan._ Is it not possible for me to see it? _Temo._ ’Tis possible. _Urlan._ Accept of this Purse of Guineas; let me see, the time is now expired. [Temo _stamps, a Spirit rises up, and gives him a Talisman_. _Temo._ You shall, my Lord; hold this firm to your right Eye: tell me what you see. _Urlan._ I see the _Elysian_ World, ’tis light as Noon of Day, and all us Mortals act in yonder Climes: I see myself, I see _Hurlothrumbo_; _Hurlo_ kisses a Lass; the Spirits smile; I stir my Hand, it moves yonder. _Mars_ stands in the Element, and beholds the People; they divide, and make two separate Armies; Death stalks among the Croud, marking his own Appointed. Oh! he makes towards me! oh! he’ll touch me; take it I’ll see no more. [_A shout behind the Scenes, Fire and Sword! Fire and Sword! rise quickly._ _Daro._ This is _Puny_’s House, the Miser, break it open. _Urlan._ Forbear, forbear he’ll rise and open the Door; fall back, he comes. _Daro._ I’ll go head the Mob, break open the King’s Treasury, and satisfy their Thirst with Gold; then will I take possession of his Person, and his Crown. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Puny.