_Dolo._ The King was no sooner enter’d the Room of Burning-Glass; but it scorch’d his very Soul; crying out aloud to Heaven, with fervent Oraison, the Sun seem’d to start, and vail’d his Face with Clouds; for when he reflected on what was done, he mourn’d and wept, he wetted all the World with Tears: when we were both releas’d from our Chains, he drew the Vesture from his Eyes, and smil’d on all the Earth. _King._ Oh _Theorbeo_, methinks I see the Angel, that pitches his Pavilion round thee, leave thee and march to the higher Regions of the Air, then rise up with his glittering Glory, and eclipse the Sun; O _Theorbeo_, I celebrate a Dunelmo in my Heart, and all the Faculties of my Soul are banqueting on high Delight. _Enter_ Flame. _Fla._ The Centry of my Actions is just reliev’d; my new Companion, and a good Conscience, revive my Vitals, chuck my Heart under the Chin; and all the Strings strike up a Rit-a-te; every Faculty is trickling down with Transports. _Sings._ I gaze in Transport charm’d, My Soul’s with Love alarm’d. [_Ex._ _A SONG._ _Scene changes to the Court._ _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Sem._ See here comes the King; Calamity prepares a Man to receive a Petition; _Dolo_ will tell him the Cause of our coming. _Enter_ Dologodelmo. _Dolo._ I have inform’d the King that you have a Petition to his Majesty; he’ll instantly pass by, and speak to you; see where he comes! [_Ex._ Dolo. _Enter_ King. _Sem._ Pray my Sovereign Lord hear us, let Pity move; the meanest of Kings pardon small Offences, and the mightiest of Kings may stand in need of Mercy; your Majesty knows that Greatness is seen more in a Man, when Mercy exerts in Lowliness, than when he rides in Fury, upon red-wing’d Thunder to revenge.