_Hurlo._ My Coat I roll’d up thus, and hurl’d it to his Breast; then eagerly grasping the Prey, I march’d towards him, I spurn’d at his Heart; he reel’d, I retreated; he recover’d, I advanc’d; again I struck, then trembling, he disgorg’d a Flood of Gore, and stifling with the Stream, bolt upright he rose; I pursued my Strokes, he fainted, he sunk, he shiver’d, he died. _King._ _Hurlothrumbo_, ’tis bravely done; search out into all the World, pick the Universe, bring to me every thing that’s noble in the Mind, empty of Ambition and full of Greatness, that I may feast their Bodies and satisfy my own Soul; for when my Crown adorns the Head of a worthy Man, then I enjoy it, and wear it truly, in the inward Raptures of my Heart. _Hurlo._ ’Tis most certain the learned _Larmo_ is worthy of Honour. _King._ I know him well, he has a thousand Perfections, though in him I discern the Spark of Avarice, it seem’d to me like the infernal Eye of _Lucifer_, ’tis a Canker that encreases and infects the Mind, let no such Man be trusted; give me he that is like _Theorbeo_, that has ventur’d and lost his Crown for his Friend: Is he yet arrived? _Hurlo._ He is. _King._ Go tell him, I’ll come and rejoice in his Presence. [_Ex._ King _and_ Dolo. _Enter_ Urlandenny _and_ Darno. _Urlan._ _Darno_, a good Day to you, how prospers our Design? _Darn._ Far exceeding our Expectation, I’ve sold my Estate for a hundred thousand Pounds; it is to be return’d for the same Money, if I require it, in seven Years. _Urlan._ Mine is equally secured; this is a Defence against Ill, but now we’ll speak for thy self; I am inspir’d with a Thought that will overthrow the Government, that makes as strong as _Atlas_; I’ll make—— _Enter_ Flame. _Fla._ The Flight takes me in the Head to give you a Description of the War of Angels, the black ones and the white ones; now you are of the dark kind, but they were conquer’d. _Urlan._ How Prophetick the Man talks, as if he knew our Designs? The Tongues of Children, Fools and Madmen have often fortold my Fate. _Darn._ You are superstitious. _Fla._ And as I was saying, Army in Array against Army, stood solemn, profound, before the Cloudy Van, Expectation stood in Horrour, and _Satan_, with vast and haughty Strides advanc’d, came touring, arm’d in Adamant and Gold. _Enter_ Darony. _Dar._ Who do you mimick, my Lord? _Fla._ The Devil, Sir. _Dar._ I resent it. _Fla._ Draw. _Urlan._ Hold, he is repeating a Passage in _Milton_; his Wit is borrow’d, he’s a Moon-light. _Dar._ I’ll excuse him as a Lunatick. _Urlan._ I recommend to thee a Miss, as a Specifick to assuage this mighty Fever in the Brain. _Fla._ I am unstain’d, not touch’d with any black Crime, above the World, upon a lofty Mountain, and next Neighbour to the Sun.