How can I bear to see that gloomy Day, No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away, In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain, And never think of Man again. [_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser. _Enter_ Primo. _Hurlo._ Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day? _Primo._ I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master _Darony_. _Hurlo._ He will be here instantly, and desires you will be Counsel to him, as you was to _Soarethereal_. _Primo._ When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am fervently so to my Soveraign. _Enter_ Darony. _Hurlo._ Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and all Nature seems to rejoice; _Phœbus_ till now hath ceas’d to shine upon the foggy Globe for many Weeks. _Dar._ This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that water and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from his Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly smiled upon me. _Hurlo._ _Primo_, what thinkest thou of that? _Primo._ When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of Humility; I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the Brow, and begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an outstretch’d Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft diminutive, that she may shine among the Stars. _Hurlo._ Mr. Humility, your humble Servant. _Primo._ Every one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition will not be granted. _Dar._ Art thou a Petitioner? _Primo._ In the Name of _Soarethereal_ I am, who fervently desires the Life of _Theorbeo_. _Dar._ He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn a mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above, let _Phœbus_ cease to shine, or _Theorbeo_ cease to live. _Primo._ Then he must not live. _Dar._ No, he shall not live. _Primo._ Oh how Men condemn themselves! [_Ex._ Primo. _Dar._ Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman; not but I feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it under, lest it should appear to the World. _Hurlo._ That’s true, my Lord. _Dar._ I am inform’d _Soarethereal_ is in a Wood with 20000 Men, and designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there present at the Slaughter. _Hurlo._ There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded with 60000 Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your Armour. _Dar._ Then I’m at peace within; yet _Cademore_ still runs in my Mind: let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent to marry, I’ll force her.