[_They put themselves in Postures of Sleeping, leaning on the Table_, Mopsophil _lying at their Feet. Enter_ Doctor _softly_. _Doct_. Ha, not in Bed! this gives me mortal Fears. _Bell_. Ah, Prince-- [_She speaks as in her Sleep_. _Doct_. Ha, Prince! [_Goes nearer, and listens_. _Bell_. How little Faith I give to all your Courtship, who leaves our Orb so soon. [_In a feign’d Voice_. _Doct_. Ha, said she Orb? [_Goes nearer_. _Bell_. But since you are of a celestial Race, And easily can penetrate Into the utmost limits of the Thought, Why shou’d I fear to tell you of your Conquest? --And thus implore your Aid. [_Rises and runs to the_ Doctor; _kneels, and holds him fast. He shews signs of Joy_. _Doct_. I am ravish’d! _Bell_. Ah, Prince Divine, take pity on a Mortal. _Doct_. I am rapt! _Bell_. And take me with you to the World above! _Doct_. The Moon, the Moon she means; I am transported, over-joy’d, and ecstasyd! [_Leaping and jumping from her Hands, she seems to wake_. _Bell_. Ha, my Uncle come again to interrupt us! _Doct_. Hide nothing from me, my dear _Bellemante_, since all already is discover’d to me--and more. _Ela_. Oh, why have you wak’d me from the softest Dream that ever Maid was blest with? _Doct_. What--what, my best _Elaria_? [_With over-joy_. _Ela_. Methought I entertain’d a Demi-God, one of the gay Inhabitants of the Moon. _Bell_. I’m sure mine was no Dream--I wak’d, I heard, I saw, I spoke--and danc’d to the Musick of the Spheres; and methought my glorious Lover ty’d a Diamond Chain about my Arm--and see ‘tis all substantial. [_Shows her Arm_. _Ela_. And mine a Ring, of more than mortal Lustre. _Doct_. Heaven keep me moderate! lest excess of Joy shou’d make my Virtue less. [_Stifling his Joy_. --There is a wondrous Mystery in this, A mighty Blessing does attend your Fates. Go in and pray to the chaste Powers above To give you Virtue for such Rewards. [_They go in_. --How this agrees with what the learned Cabalist inform’d me of last Night! He said, that great _Iredonozor_, the Emperor of the Moon, was enamour’d on a fair Mortal. It must be so--and either he descended to court my Daughter personally, which for the rareness of the Novelty, she takes to be a Dream; or else, what they and I beheld, was visionary, by way of a sublime Intelligence:--And possibly--’tis only thus: the People of that World converse with Mortals.--I must be satisfy’d in this main Point of deep Philosophy. I’ll to my Study,--for I cannot rest, Till I this weighty Mystery have discuss’d. [_Ex. very gravely_. SCENE V. _The Garden_. _Enter_ Scaramouch _with a Ladder_.