Speak louder, Jevern, if you’d have me repeat;
Plague of this Rogue, he will betray the Cheat.
            [He speaks louder, it answers indirectly.
_—­Hum—­There ’tis again,
Pox of your Eccho with a Northern Strain. 
Well—­This will be but a nine days Wonder too;
There’s nothing lasting but the Puppets Show. 
What Ladies Heart’s so hard, but it would move,
To hear_ Philander and Irene’s Love? 
Those Sisters too the scandalous Wits do say,
Two nameless keeping Beaux have made so gay;
But those Amours are perfect Sympathy,
Their Gallants being as mere Machines as they. 
Oh! how the City Wife, with her nown Ninny,
Is charm’d with, Come into my Coach,—­Miss Jenny, Miss Jenny.
But overturning—­Frible crys—­Adznigs,
The jogling Rogue has murder’d all his Kids. 
The Men of War cry, Pox on’t, this is dull,
We are for rough Sports,—­Dog Hector, and the Bull. 
Thus each in his degree, Diversion finds,
Your Sports are suited to your mighty Minds;
Whilst so much Judgment in your Choice you show,
The Puppets have more Sense than some of you.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

MEN.

Doctor Baliardo, Mr. Underhill. 
Scaramouch, his Man, Mr. Lee. 
Pedro, his Boy. 
Don Cinthio, Don Charmante, both Nephews Young Mr. Powel.
   to the Vice-Roy, and Lovers of Elaria and Mr. Mumford. 
   Bellemante,
Harlequin, Cinthio’s Man, Mr. Jevern.
Officer and Clerk.
Page.

WOMEN.

Elaria, Daughter to the Doctor, Mrs. Cooke. 
Bellemante, Niece to the Doctor, Mrs. Mumford. 
Florinda, Cousin to Elaria and Bellemante. 
Mopsophil, Governante to the young Ladies, Mrs. Cory.
The Persons in the Moon, are Don Cinthio, Emperor;
   Don Charmante, Prince of Thunderland.
Their Attendants, Persons that represent the Court Cards. 
Keplair and Galileus, two Philosophers.
Twelve Persons, representing the Figures of the twelve Signs of the
   Zodiack.
Negroes, and Persons that dance.
Musick, Kettle-Drums, and Trumpets.

The SCENE, NAPLES.

ACT I.

SCENE I. A Chamber.

      Enter Elaria and Mopsophil.

  I.

A Curse upon that faithless Maid, Who first her Sex’s Liberty betray’d; Born free as Man to Love and Range, Till nobler Nature did to Custom change, Custom, that dull excuse for Fools, Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules.

  II.