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Show 56 The R E H E A R S A L. Johnf This is an admirable Reprefentation of a Battle as ever I faw. Bayes. Ay, Sir : but h o w would you fancy now to re-prefent an Eclipfe ? Smith. W h y , that's to be fuppofed. Bayes. Suppos'd ! A y you are ever at your Suppofe : ha ha, ha ! W7hy, you m a y as well fuppofe the whole Play' N o , it muft come in upon the Stage, that's certain : but n fome odd way, that may delight, amufe, and all that I . e a Conceit for't, that I a m fore is new, and I believe to the purpofe. Johnf How's that ? Bayes. W h y , the truth b, I took the firft Hint of this out of a Dialogue between Phoebus and Aurora, in the Slighted Maid; which, by m y troth, was very pretty ; but I think you'd confefs this is a little better. Johnf No doubt on't, Mr. Bayes, a great deal better. [Bayes hugs Johnfon, then turns to Smith. Bayes. A h dear Rogue ! But -a---Sir, you have heard, 1 fuppofe, that your Eclipfe of the Moon, is no-thing elfe but an Interpofition of the Earth between the Sun and M o o n ; as likewife your Eclipfe of the Sun is :ed hy an Interlocation of the M o o n betwixt the Earth and the Sun. Smith. I have heard fome fuch thing indeed. Bayes. Well, Sir, then what do I, but make the Earth, Sun and M o o n come out upon the Stage, and dance the Hey. H u m ! and of neceffity, by the very Nature of this Dance, the Earth muft be fometimes between the Sun and the Moon, and the M o o n between the Earth and Sun: and there you have both Eclipfes by Demonftration. Johnf. That muft needs be very fine, truly. Bayes. Yes, it has Fancy in't. And then, Sir, that there may be fomething in't too of a Joke, I bring 'em in all finging,.- and make the M o o n fell the Earth a Bargain. Come, come out, Eclipfe, to the Tune of Tom Tyler. Enter Luna. Luna. Oi bis, O Orbis ! C o m e to m e thou little Rogue, Orbis. Enter the Earth. Orb. W h o calls Terra firma, pray ? Luna. Luna, that ne'er fhines by day, • The R E H E A R S A L . 57 Orb. What means Luna in a Veil ? Luna. Luna, means to fhew her Tail. Bayes. There's m e Bargain. Enter Sol, to the Tune of Robin Hood. Sol. Fy, Sifter, fy ! thou makeft m e mufe, Derry down, derry down. T o fee the Orb abufe. Luna. I hope his Anger 'twill not move ; Since I fhew'd it out of love. H e y down, derry down. Orb. Where fhall I thy true Love know, Thou pretty, pretty M o o n ? Luna. To-morrow foon, e'er it be noon, O n Mount Vefuw^o. Sol. Then I will fhine. [To the Tune o/Trenchmore. Bis. Orb. And I will be fine. Luna. And I will drink nothing but Lippara Wine. Omnes. And we, cifr. [As they dance the Hey, Bayes fpeaks_ Bayes. N o w the Earth's before the M o o n ; now the Moon's before the Sun : there's the Eclipfe again. Smith. He's mightily taken with this, I fee. Johnf Ay, 'tis fo extraordinary, how can he chufe ? Bayes. So, now, vanifh Eclipfe, and enter t'other Battle, and fight. Here now, if I a m not miftaken, you will fee fighting enough. [A Battle is fought between Foot and great Hobby Horfer. At lafl Drawcanfir comes in, and kills ''em all on both fides. All the while the Battle is fighting Bayes is telling them when to pout, and pouts with them.] Draw Others may boaft a fingle M a n to kiil: But I the Blood of Thoufands daily fpill. Let petty Kings the Names of Parties know : Where'er I come, I flay both Friend and Foe, The fwiftefl Horfemen m y fwift Rage controuls ; And from their Bodies drives their trembling Souls. If they had Wings, and to the Gods could fly, I would purfue, and beat them thro' the Sky ; And make proud Jo-ve, with all his Thunder, fee This fingle A r m more dreadful is than he. [Exit.. Bayes. There's a brave Fellow for you now, Sirs. You may talk of your Hectors and Achilles, and I know not w h o; bat I defy all your Hiftories, and your Romances too, to/ fhew m e one fuch Conqueror as this Drawcan fr. C 5 Johnf |
