_Doct_. Uncivil! it were flat Treason if it should be known; but thus unseen, and as wise Politicians shou’d, I take survey of all: This is the Statesman’s Peeping-hole, thorow which he steals the Secrets of his King, and seems to wink at distance. _Scar_. The very Key-hole, Sir, thorow which, with half an Eye, he sees him even at his Devotion, Sir. [_A knocking at the Garden-gate_. _Doct_. Take care none enter. [Scar. _goes to the Door_. _Scar_. Oh, Sir, Sir, here’s some strange great Man come to wait on you. _Doct_. Great Man! from whence? _Scar_. Nay, from the Moon-World, for ought I know, for he looks not like the People of the lower Orb. _Doct_. Ha! and that may be; wait on him in. [_Exit_ Scar. _Enter_ Scaramouch _bare, bowing before_ Charmante, _dress’d in a strange fantastical Habit, with_ Harlequin; _salutes the_ Doctor. _Char_. Doctor _Baliardo_, most learned Sir, all Hail! Hail from the great Caballa of _Eutopia_. _Doct_. Most reverend _Bard_, thrice welcome. [_Salutes him low_. _Char_. The Fame of your great Learning, Sir, and Virtue is known with Joy to the renown’d Society. _Doct_. Fame, Sir, has done me too much Honour, to bear my Name to the renown’d _Caballa_. _Char_. You must not attribute it all to Fame, Sir, they are too learned and wise to take up things from Fame, Sir: our Intelligence is by ways more secret and sublime, the Stars, and little Daemons of the Air inform us all things, past, present, and to come. _Doct_. I must confess the Count of _Gabalis_ renders it plain, from Writ divine and humane, there are such friendly and intelligent Daemons. _Char_. I hope you do not doubt that Doctrine, Sir, which holds that the Four Elements are peopled with Persons of a Form and Species more divine than vulgar Mortals--those of the fiery Regions we call the _Salamanders_, they beget Kings and Heroes, with Spirits like their Deietical Sires; the lovely Inhabitants of the Water, we call Nymphs; those of the Earth are Gnomes or Fairies; those of the Air are Sylphs. These, Sir, when in Conjunction with Mortals, beget immortal Races; such as the first-born Man, which had continu’d so, had the first Man ne’er doated on a Woman. _Doct_. I am of that opinion, Sir; Man was not made for Woman. _Char_. Most certain, Sir, Man was to have been immortaliz’d by the Love and Conversation of these charming Sylphs and Nymphs, and Women by the Gnomes and Salamanders, and to have stock’d the World with Demi-Gods, such as at this Day inhabit the Empire of the Moon. _Doct_. Most admirable Philosophy and Reason!--But do these Sylphs and Nymphs appear in Shapes?