Cademore. Sermentory. Seringo. Lusingo. Cuzzonida. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration] _HURLOTHRUMBO_: OR, THE SUPER-NATURAL. ACT I. SCENE I. _Enter_ Dologodelmo _and_ Hurlothrumbo _meeting_. _Dolo._ _Hurlothrumbo_, how goes the Muse? _Hurlo._ _Dologodelmo_, have you heard the News? _Dolo._ What News? _Hurlo._ _Darno_, _Urlandenny_, and _Darony_, have coin’d their Estates into Money. _Dolo._ But for what reason? _Hurlo._ Certainly Treason. _Dolo._ Pray describe yourself in Prose. _Hurlo._ It will be describ’d in Blows. There’s more in the Wind Than the wise Philosophers can find. _Dolo._ No Storms, no Rebellions, I hope. _Hurlo._ Nothing less, ’tis Pride, curs’d Pride, but let them climb to fall. _Dolo._ Pride, Pride is the Serpent’s Egg laid in the Hearts of all; but hatch’d by none but Fools! Pray what says the King to these Adventures? _Hurlo._ Say! he says and he says not, cares and he cares not, he’s King and he’s no King; his high-born Soul is above the Sublunary World, he reigns, he rides in the Clouds, and keeps his Court in the Horizon; He’s Emperor of the superlative Heights, and lives in Pleasure among the Gods; he plays at Bowls with the Stars, and makes a Foot-ball of the Globe; he makes that to fly far, far out of the reach of Thought. _Dolo._ But if he despises this World, and resides in the Climes above, how must we fill our empty Troops below? _Hurlo._ Oh take no thought for that, for when the least Spark of the stifled Fire appears, then _Jupiter_, _Mars_, the King, will rise with all the Gods to keep the Rebels under: They’ll make Drums of the Elements and Skies, and beat up for Volunteers in Thunder. _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Ser._ Can you guess at the Cause of the King’s excessive Melancholy? _Sem._ ’Tis Love, all Love; in his Travels he came to the Court of _Spain_, where he fell in Love with _Cademore_, the King’s most beautiful Daughter; and _Theorbeo_, her elder Brother, is link’d in Friendship with _Soarethereal_. The King of _Spain_ has promis’d his Daughter _Cademore_ in Marriage to the King of _France_; but _Theorbeo_’s Passion for our Soveraign, was the Cause of his helping his Sister in the Escape from the Arbitrary Power of a Father, and is daily expected to arrive in this City: So ’tis Fear, Hope, Love is the Cause of his Distress. _Ser._ See, see, what frantick Man is this? _Sem._ It is my Lord _Flame_, distracted in Love with you: Fall back, let us hear his Soliloquy. _Enter_ Flame, _with a drawn Sword in his Hand, throws it on the Ground_.