PHILIP. What a wonder! CAPTAIN. The earth is breathing out its central fire. [Exit. LEOGAIRE. The axes of the sky are burst asunder. [Exit. POLONIA. The heavens are loosening their collected ire. {Exit. LESBIA. The earth doth quake, and peals the sullen thunder. [Exit. PATRICK. O, mighty Lord, who will not now admire Thy wondrous works? [Exit. PHILIP. Oh! who that's not insane Will enter Patrick's Purgatory again? [Exit. * * * * * ACT THE THIRD. A STREET. IT IS NIGHT. SCENE I. JUAN PAUL, dressed ridiculously as a soldier, and LUIS ENIUS, very pensive. PAUL. Yes, the day would come I knew, After long procrastination, When a word of explanation I should ask to have with you. "Come with me," you said. Though dark, Off I trudged with heavy heart To point out to you the part Where at morn you could embark; Then again, with thundering voice, Thus you spoke, "Where I must fly Choose to come with me, or die." And, since you allowed a choice, Of two ills I chose the worst, Which, sir, was to go with you. As your shadow then I flew 'Cross the sea to England first, Then to Scotland, then to France then to Italy and Spain, Round the world and back again, As in some fantastic dance. Not a country great or small Could escape you, 'till, good lack! Here we are in Ireland back:-- Now, sir, I, plain Juan Paul, Being perplexed to know what draws You here now, with beard and hair Grown so long, your speech, your air, Changed so much, would ask the cause Why you these disguises wear? You by day ne'er leave the inn, But when cold night doth begin You a thousand follies dare, Without bearing this in mind, That we now are in a land Wholly changed from strand to strand, Where, in fact, we nothing find As we left it. The old king Died despairing, and his heir, Lesbia, now the crown doth wear, For her sister, hapless thing! Poor Polonia . . . . LUIS. Oh, that name Do not mention! do not kill me By repeating what doth thrill me To the centre of my frame As with lightning. Yes, I know That at length Polonia died. PAUL. Yes; our host was at her side (He himself has told me so) When they found her dead, and . . . . LUIS. Cease! Of her death, oh! speak no more, 'Tis sufficient to deplore, And to pray that she's at peace. PAUL. Leaving heathen sin and crime, All the people far and near Are become good Christians here. For one Patrick, who some time Now is dead . . . . LUIS. Is Patrick dead? PAUL. So I from our host have heard. LUIS [aside]. Badly have I kept my word!-- But proceed. PAUL. The teaching spread Of the faith of Christ, and gave, As a proof complete and whole Of the eternity of the soul, The discovery of a cave.-- Oh! it's the very name doth send Terror through me. LUIS. Yes, I have heard Of that cave, and every word Made my hair to stand on end. Those who in the neighbourhood Dwell, see wonders every day.