_Fla._ Thou Key of my Soul, unlock me not, I will not die and leave her behind amongst corporeal Rivals; that she was dead, alive, amongst the purest Spirits: Oh that this too, oh too, too dear, tender fond Heart could yearn, and sigh no more! Constancy destroys me, Love makes me Heavenly, and Tears refine the Soul: as a Pilgrim I will travel till a Hermitage I find; I’ll mourn, I’ll wander to _Ovid_’s solitary Tomb; I’ll pity that poor unfortunate Man; I’ll think of her I love the most, and pour out my Tears upon him; there will I prostrate myself, and may I slumber till the heavenly Harmony wakes the sleepy dead. [_Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. Oh! the deluding Creature, Stings me from every Feature; When you strive to gain me, You only mean to pain me; Cruel Deceiver, Heaven leave her, Let her not come above, To taste the Sweets of constant Love. [_Exit._ _Sem._ Oh _Seringo_, entice not a Man to Love, except you design to marry: If a radiant Beam dart from the Fire of the Eye, ’twill touch his Inclination like Nitrous Powder, and flash through all his Veins, discompose his Faculties, and infect his Soul: I am sorry for this poor Man, ’tis dangerous to continue here, let us leave the place. [_Exit._ [_Scene changes, and discovers the King Sleeping upon a Couch._ _Enter to him_ Dologodelmo. _King._ Oh _Godelmo_, why hast thou call’d me home to myself? _Dolo._ I came according to your Majesty’s Commands. _King._ As in Dreams the Souls of Hermits in secret Extasies are catch’d away by Angels, so was my Spirit in transport charm’d by the Image I most admire; she retreated, and at a distance gaz’d and lov’d, then eagerly flying to my Arms, she stifled me with Kisses; but like to Sin you call’d me away from Heaven. Oh! my _Cademore_, that I might die always thus to live with thee; for when the Fetters of Slumber have link’d these Limbs and the Ground together, when the Chains of Sleep have bound this Body to the Earth; when these Eyes, these Ears are insensible, I have other Eyes that see, other Ears that hear, and myself rejoices when myself is dead. [_The King sits down and pauses, then rises._ _Dolo._ The Solitarys wait without, and humbly desire admittance. _King._ Do you know their Business? _Dolo._ They come with sublime Tidings from the cœlestial World, and will yield your Majesty pleasure through their own Simplicities. _King._ Let them appear. [_Exit_ Dolo.] These Men despise the Company of Mortals, and say they delight more in the Shadow of something, than to converse with a Nothing in Substance. _Enter_ Dolo. _and six Solitarys_.