ACT IV. _Enter_ Bellman _and Sings_. Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn! Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below, You what’s most pleasing know, No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep; But if I chance to wake you with my Bell, Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well; And if you please her, as you ought to do, She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Sem._ I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my troubled Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld all Nature in Confusion, the City in Uproar, the Brave in Distress; Spears of Fire, fighting in the Elements; the King’s Solitaries scrambling up the lofty Hills, by the Light of the Moon; they prostrated themselves on the Ground, and invoke Heaven for good towards their Master. _Ser._ I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want of Sleep. _Sem._ Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning _Cademore_ intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d before _Darony_, her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him passionately in Love with her; yet chear up thy self, and still have hopes; when a Woman has a mind to gain a Man, she may study his Constitution, and what he likes. _Ser._ Oh _Sementory_, I have had cruel Dreams. _Enter_ Hurlothrumbo. _Hurlo._ Ladies, what are you upon now? _Sem._ Dreams my Lord. _Hurlo._ Can you interpret, Madam? _Sem._ You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord. _Hurlo._ As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought myself mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of _Arabia_, where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a stormy, tempestuous Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove them furiously over the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and all the dreadful Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a Moment surrounded with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which should devour me first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the Element opened her fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning and Hail; all the Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling down upon my Head, and how I came into my Body, I know not. _Sem._ You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this prognosticates you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose your Mistress. _Hurlo._ This is my Mistress; _Darony_, my Rival, is dead in Love to thee; since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry Sounds; you must part. _Ser._ Part, and never meet no more: