_Urlan._ Now condescend the Woman lies two Yards below you, go down, tick, toy and play with her, ’twill cool your Blood, and sweeten your sour Juices. _Fla._ Then how shall I ascend again to my grand Original Height? ’tis up Hill; Woman pulls, Nature hangs heavy upon the feeble Soul, and Resolutions weak; no, Conscience is an intellectual Caul that covers the Heart, upon which all the Faculties sport in Terror, like Boys that dance upon the Ice, if one cracks, another breaks, then all together plunge in over Head and Ears most horrid. [_Ex._ Flame. _Urlan._ Pray what new Adventures at Court? _Dar._ A poor King is arrived at Court, and _Dologodelmo_ Oratorys high Encomiums upon the mighty _Soarethereal_, declares he’s like the glorious Sun, extends his Beams to all and every part of the World; and as he rides along the _Meridian_ Course, every feeble Plant beneath him is cherished, and rises up revived. _Urlan._ The Simile is not good: The Sun gives Life to the Plants that reside far off, but those that grow under him are burn’d, and scorch’d to Ashes. ’Tis plain, Foreigners are most encourag’d, and we that pay the Taxes receive not the Benefit of Office; _Soarethereal_ declares all the World are his Country-men, and he that has the greatest Soul, to him is the nearest a-kin: but to the Purpose, what’s to be done? The Mob of this City must be highly prejudic’d in our behalf. _Dar._ They are all secure to a Man; I have distributed amongst them a hundred thousand Pounds; let’s away to the Lord _Urme_, he will strengthen our Design. [_Ex._ Darony, Urlandenny, _and_ Darno. SCENE, _Cademore_’s Apartment. _Enter_ Cademore _and_ Lusingo. _Lusin._ My good Lady prepare, the King comes. _Cade._ O _Lusingo_! I could longer taste the Sweets of Expectation dear, I’d view the beautiful œconomy of this Court, his Person at a distance, and Motion of his Soul, that moves and reigns in my Breast; we may enjoy the greatest Bliss too too soon. Was I to leave this World, and take my Flight to the celestial Heights, I’d first visit yon distant Moon; then tow’ring high I’d visit the brightest Situation of the Sun; then climb amazed up to the Stars; I’d taste the Sweets of every Orb, before I enter’d Heaven. [_Ex._ _Enter_ King, Theorbeo, _and_ Hurlothrumbo. _King._ _Theorbeo_, thy constant Heart mourns for thy Mistress, not for the Loss of thy Crown; the Powers are jealous of Love like thine, and Heaven is only worthy of it, and only capable to make a return. _Theo._ Your Majesty talks like a separate Soul, not like one that is cloathed with Nature. _King._ I beg pardon, I touch your Sore; I long to attend thee to the Throne with a hundred thousand Men.