Come, Madam (continued he, kissing _Lucy_,) this, as an Earnest of our future Endeavours. I fear (return’d the pretty Queen) your Majesty will forget the unhappy _Statira_, when you return to the Embraces of your dear and beautiful _Roxana_. There is none beautiful but you (reply’d the titular King) unless this Lady, to whom I yet could pay my Vows most zealously, were’t not that Fortune has thus pre-engaged me. But, Madam (continued he) to shew that still you hold our Royal Favour, and that, next to our Royal Consort, we esteem you, we greet you thus (kissing _Philibella_;) and as a Signal of our continued Love, wear this rich Diamond: (here he put a Diamond Ring on her Finger, worth three hundred Pounds.) Your Majesty (pursu’d he to _Lucy_) may please to wear this Necklace, with this Locket of Emeralds. Your Majesty is bounteous as a God! (said _Valentine_.) Art thou in Want, young Spark? (ask’d the King of _Bantam_) I’ll give thee an Estate shall make thee merit the Mistress of thy Vows, be she who she will. That is my other Niece, Sir, (cry’d _Friendly_.) How! how! presumptious Youth! How are thy Eyes and Thoughts exalted? ha! To Bliss your Majesty must never hope for, (reply’d _Goodland_.) How now! thou Creature of the basest Mold! Not hope for what thou dost aspire to! _Mock-King_; thou canst not, dar’st not, shalt not hope it: (return’d _Valentine_ in a heat.) Hold, _Val_, (cry’d Sir _Philip_) you grow warm, forget your Duty to their Majesties, and abuse your Friends, by making us suspected. Good-night, dear _Philibella_, and my Queen! Madam, I am your Ladyship’s Servant (said _Goodland_:) Farewel, Sir _Philip_: Adieu, thou Pageant! thou Property-King! I shall see thy Brother on the Stage ere long; but first I’ll visit thee: and in the meantime, by way of Return to thy proffer’d Estate, I shall add a real Territory to the rest of thy empty Titles; for from thy Education, barbarous manner of Conversation, and Complexion, I think I may justly proclaim thee, _King of +Bantam+_--So, _Hail, King that Would-be! Hail thou King of +Christmas+! All-hail, Wou’d-be King of +Bantam+_--and so he left ’em.--They all seem’d amazed, and gaz’d on one another, without speaking a Syllable; ’till Sir _Philip_ broke the Charm, and sigh’d out, Oh, the monstrous Effects of Passion! Say rather, Oh, the foolish Effects of a mean Education! (interrupted his Majesty of _Bantam_.) For Passions were given us for Use, Reason to govern and direct us in the Use, and Education to cultivate and refine that Reason. But (pursu’d he) for all his Impudence to me, which I shall take a time to correct, I am oblig’d to him, that at last he has found me out a Kingdom to my Title; and if I were Monarch of that Place (believe me, Ladies) I would make you all Princesses and Duchesses; and thou, my old Companion, _Friendly_, should rule the Roast with me. But these Ladies should be with us there, where we could erect Temples and Altars to ’em; build