_Doctor_ Baliardo, Mr. _Underhill_. Scaramouch, _his Man_, Mr. _Lee_. Pedro, _his Boy_. Don Cinthio, Don Charmante, _both Nephews_ Young Mr. _Powel_. _to the Vice-Roy, and Lovers of_ Elaria _and_ Mr. _Mumford_. Bellemante, Harlequin, Cinthio’s _Man_, Mr. _Jevern_. _Officer and Clerk_. _Page_. WOMEN. Elaria, _Daughter to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Cooke_. Bellemante, _Niece to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Mumford_. Florinda, _Cousin to_ Elaria _and_ Bellemante. Mopsophil, _Governante to the young Ladies_, Mrs. _Cory_. _The Persons in the Moon, are_ Don Cinthio, _Emperor_; Don Charmante, _Prince of_ Thunderland. _Their Attendants, Persons that represent the Court Cards_. Keplair _and_ Galileus, _two Philosophers_. _Twelve Persons, representing the Figures of the twelve Signs of the Zodiack_. _Negroes, and Persons that dance_. _Musick, Kettle-Drums, and Trumpets_. The SCENE, _NAPLES_. ACT I. SCENE I. _A Chamber_. _Enter_ Elaria _and_ Mopsophil. I. _A Curse upon that faithless Maid, Who first her Sex’s Liberty betray’d; Born free as Man to Love and Range, Till nobler Nature did to Custom change, Custom, that dull excuse for Fools, Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules_. II. _From Love our Fetters never sprung; That smiling God, all wanton, gay and young, Shows by his Wings he cannot be Confined to a restless Slavery; But here and there at random roves, Not fix’d to glittering Courts, or shady Groves_. III. _Then she that Constancy profess’d Was but a well Dissembler at the best; And that imaginary Sway She feign’d to give, in seeming to obey, Was but the height of prudent Art, To deal with greater liberty her Heart_. [After the Song _Elaria_ gives her Lute to _Mopsophil_. _Ela_. This does not divert me; Nor nothing will, till _Scaramouch_ return, And bring me News of _Cinthio_. _Mop_. Truly I was so sleepy last Night, I know nothing of the Adventure, for which you are kept so close a Prisoner to day, and more strictly guarded than usual. _Ela. Cinthio_ came with Musick last Night under my Window, which my Father hearing, sallied out with his _Mirmidons_ upon him; and clashing of Swords I heard, but what hurt was done, or whether _Cinthio_ were discovered to him, I know not; but the Billet I sent him now by _Scaramouch_ will occasion me soon Intelligence. _Mop_. And see, Madam, where your trusty _Roger_ comes. _Enter_ Scaramouch, _peeping on all sides before he enters_. You may advance, and fear none but your Friends. _Scar_. Away, and keep the door. _Ela_. Oh, dear _Scaramouch_! hast thou been at the Vice-Roy’s? _Scar_. Yes, yes. [_In heat_. _Ela_. And hast thou delivered my Letter to his Nephew, Don _Cinthio_? _Scar_. Yes, yes, what should I deliver else? _Ela_. Well--and how does he?