_Primo._ My Sovereign Lord, we think ourselves in Duty bound to inform you of all the Ills that threaten both your Person and your Crown, that seems to be surrounded by many Adversaries. _King._ How are you inform’d of this? _Primo._ In Parable Visionary, deliver’d down and explain’d in Hieroglyphicks. _King._ But after what manner? _Primo._ We all in one Night had the fame Vision; gazing stedfastly upon your Dominions, the Hills sunk down to Vales, and the Valleys rose up to Mountains, upon which a Giant stood, swelling huge with arroganting Poison; his horrid Visage reach’d the Skies, grasping a Sword in his Hand that flam’d from Earth to Heaven, glittering on high, and blaz’d in Elemental Fire, upon whose mighty Edge, Death rode triumphant: Then in Fury, as Lightning upon the Wing, slunk down, hissing through the Air, the Wind from which, blasted every Head of us, and this Head is you my Sovereign Lord. _King._ Did this appear to all? _Primo._ All, all, all. [_Ex. Solit._ _King._ If Calamity be the Parent of Wisdom, why do the Afflicted depend on Dreams? _Dolo._ Your Majesty has no cause to fear. _King._ If _Hurlothrumbo_ is brave, there is no danger. _Dolo._ Was not his Courage truly try’d in _Rome_. _King._ But after what manner? _Dolo._ By the Emperor’s Imperial Command he was forc’d into the Amphitheatre, there to be devoured by the hungry Jaws of a Lion; disarm’d he enter’d, taking from his Heel his Ammunition Spur, he wrench’d it wide, and gripe’d it thus. _Enter_ Hurlo. _King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, give me a Description of the Combat. _Hurlo._ The Door of the Den was no sooner lifted up, but the Monster hugely rouz’d himself aloft, stalking gravely he enter’d, flinging from his Talons sedentary Pain, with Scarlet fiery Ogles ken’d all around; but when I saw the Beauty of _Greece_, my Heart was all Granade, I had an Army within, a Centry guarded every Pore, and this Compound of Elements thundred. The Lion came at me amain, with Jaws open, dreadful as the Mouth of Hell, he sprang aloft, I glanc’d, he mist me, then with rebound he turn’d, and by the Main I caught him as he flew, and over his Back I threw myself astride; then with my Knees I crush’d his Ribs and Heart together, and with my Right-hand Spur I cleft his Skull: I bruis’d the Pan of his Brain, till Flashes of Lightning flew swift from his Eyes; I stabb’d his Sight, he twisted, he grinn’d, he turn’d and loose he broke, bloodily blind as he was, in raging Storms, in circling Whirlwinds flew; his burning Heart, that swell’d with Anguish, Fury and Revenge; his Talons tore the Earth, rent the Flints, he gnaw’d the Ground, and Choler boiling over, churning Dust, Blood and Foam, he roar’d tremendous. _King._ ’Tis a furious Description; but how did you conquer him?