_Offic._ The Princess _Cademore_ is now forc’d in Marriage to _Darony_. [_Exit_ Officer. _King._ O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every thing that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress, and my Friends? Rise up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul; oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the Elements depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in tender Pity gaze upon me! _Enter_ Officer. _Offic._ The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either fight or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands. _King._ Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [_Exit_ Officer.] Yet hold, 20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great Courage or Contrivance, tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten Cowards in Armour; I have also heard of the _Grecian_ Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to overcome by Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll give them to drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and Bitterness of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in the Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of a Dragon. With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes, To every Part the Sulphur flies; The Wings extend, the thorny Points display, The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day: The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws, Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes; Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies. Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break, With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake: And if one Part should chance to fail, I’ll prick him on with speary Tail. SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment. _Enter_ Cademore _and_ Seringo. _Cad._ See who comes here? _Serin._ ’Tis the Lord _Flame_. _Enter_ Flame. _Flame._ My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and mounts my Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the lofty Oaks, splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing World! disgrace the noble _Oliver_, and say, that he is Gunpowder-maker to the Devil; and that _Lucifer_ reads the Scriptures, that he may plead against Mortals. See, see those two glow-worms how they glitter; these are _Cleopatra_’s radiant Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body, ambitious to vie against the Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom, those heaving Monsters fire me; oh that I was a Child again, that I might suck! [_Exit_ Flame. _Cad._ I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper approach my Brain. _Enter_ Darony, Cademore _turns from him_.