_Doct_. Seignior, she’s much honour’d in the Overture, and my Abilities shall not be wanting to fix the Concord.--But have you been a Traveller, Sir? _Scar_. Without Circumlocutions, Sir, I have seen all the Regions beneath the Sun and Moon. _Doct_. Moon, Sir! You never travell’d thither, Sir? _Scar_. Not in _Propria Persona, Seignior_, but by Speculation, I have, and made most considerable Remarks on that incomparable _Terra Firma_, of which I have the compleatest Map in Christendom--and which _Gonzales_ himself omitted in his _Cosmographia_ of the _Lunar Mundus_. _Doct_. A Map of the _Lunar Mundus_, Sir! may I crave the Honour of seeing it? _Scar_. You shall, Sir, together with a Map of _Terra Incognita_; a great Rarity, indeed, Sir. _Enter_ Bellemante. _Doct_. Jewels, Sir, worth a King’s Ransom! _Bell_. Ha,--What Figure of a Thing have we here, bantering my credulous Uncle?--This must be some Scout sent from our _Forlorn Hope_, to discover the Enemy, and bring in fresh Intelligence.--Hum, that Wink tipt me some Tidings, and she deserves not a good Look, who understands not the Language of the Eyes.--Sir, Dinner’s on the Table. _Doct_. Let it wait, I am employ’d-- [_She creeps to the other side of_ Scaramouch, _who makes Signs with his Hand to her_. _Bell_. Ha, ‘tis so:--This Fellow has some Novel for us, some Letter or Instructions, but how to get it-- [_As_ Scar. _talks to the_ Doctor, _he takes the Letters by degrees out of his Pocket, and unseen, given ‘em_ Bellemante _behind him_. _Doct_. But this Map, Seignior; I protest you have fill’d me with Curiosity. Has it signify’d all things so exactly, say you? _Scar_. Omitted nothing, Seignior, no City, Town, Village, or Villa; no Castle, River, Bridge, Lake, Spring, or Mineral. _Doct_. Are any, Sir, of those admirable Mineral Waters there, so frequent in our World? _Scar_. In abundance, Sir: the Famous _Garamanteen_, a young _Italian_, Sir, lately come from thence, gives an account of an excellent _Scaturigo_, that has lately made an Ebulation there, in great Reputation with the Lunary Ladies. _Doct_. Indeed, Sir! be pleas’d, Seignior, to ‘solve me some Queries that may enode some appearances of the Virtue of the Water you speak of. _Scar_. Pox upon him, what Questions he asks--but I must on. [_Aside_.] Why, Sir, you must know,--the Tincture of this Water upon Stagnation ceruleates, and the Crocus upon the Stones flaveces; this he observes --to be, Sir, the Indication of a generous Water. _Doct_. Hum-- [_Gravely nodding_. _Scar_. Now, Sir, be pleas’d to observe the three Regions: if they be bright, without doubt _Mars_ is powerful; if the middle Region or Camera be palled, _Filia Solis_ is breeding. _Doct_. Hum.