_Har_. Sir, as an Honour done the Emperor, I take your Ring and Gold. I must go meet his Highness. [_Takes leave_. _Enter to him_ Scaramouch, _as himself_. _Scar_. Oh, Sir! we are astonish’d with the dreadful sound of the sweetest Musick that ever Mortal heard, but know not whence it comes. Have you not heard it, Sir? _Doct_. Heard it, yes, Fool,--’tis the Musick of the Spheres, the Emperor of the Moon World is descending. _Scar_. How, Sir, no marvel then, that looking towards the South, I saw such splendid Glories in the Air. _Doct_. Ha, saw’st thou ought descending in the Air? _Scar_. Oh, yes, Sir, Wonders! haste to the old Gallery, whence, with the help of your Telescope, you may discover all. _Doct_. I would not lose a moment for the lower Universe. _Enter_ Elaria, Bellemante, Mopsophil, _dressed in rich Antick Habits_. _Ela_. Sir, we are dress’d as you commanded us, what is your farther Pleasure? _Doct_. It well becomes the Honour you’re design’d for, this Night to wed two Princes--come with me and know your happy Fate. [_Ex_. Doctor _and_ Scar. _Ela_. Bless me! My Father, in all the rest of his Discourse shows so much Sense and Reason, I cannot think him mad, but feigns all this to try us. _Bell_. Not mad! Marry, Heavens forbid, thou art always creating Fears to startle one; why, if he be not mad, his want of Sleep this eight and forty hours, the Noise of strange unheard of Instruments, with the fantastick Splendour of the unusual Sight, will so turn his Brain and dazzle him, that in Grace and Goodness, he may be mad, if he be not;-- come, let’s after him to the Gallery, for I long to see in what showing Equipage our princely Lovers will address to us. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III. _The Last. The Gallery richly adorn’d with Scenes and Lights_. _Enter_ Doctor, Elaria, Bellemante, _and_ Mopsophil. _Soft Musick is heard_. _Bell_. Ha--Heavens! what’s here? what Palace is this?--No part of our House, I’m sure. _Ela_. ‘Tis rather the Apartment of some Monarch. _Doct_. I’m all amazement too; but must not show my Ignorance. --Yes, _Elaria_, this is prepar’d to entertain two Princes. _Bell_. Are you sure on’t, Sir? are we not, think you, in that World above, I often heard you speak of? in the Moon, Sir? _Doct_. How shall I resolve her--For ought I know, we are. [_Aside_. _Ela_. Sure, Sir, ‘tis some Inchantment. _Doct_. Let not thy female Ignorance profane the highest Mysteries of natural Philosophy: To Fools it seems Inchantment--but I’ve a Sense can reach it--sit and expect the Event.--Hark, I am amaz’d, but must conceal my Wonder, that Joy of Fools--and appear wise in Gravity. _Bell_. Whence comes this charming Sound, Sir? _Doct_. From the Spheres--it is familiar to me.