Doct. I dare not boast my Virtues, Sir; Is there no way to try my Purity?
Char. Are you very secret?
Doct. ‘Tis my first Principle, Sir.
Char. And one, the most material in our Rosycrusian order.—Please you to make a Tryal?
Doct. As how, Sir, I beseech you?
Char. If you be thorowly purg’d from Vice, the Opticles of your Sight will be so illuminated, that glancing through this Telescope, you may behold one of these lovely Creatures, that people the vast Region of the Air.
Doct. Sir, you oblige profoundly.
Char. Kneel then, and try your strength of Virtue. Sir,—Keep your Eye fix’d and open. [He looks in the Telescope.
[While he is looking, Charmante goes to the Door to Scaramouch, who waited on purpose without, and takes a Glass with a Picture of a Nymph on it, and a Light behind it; that as he brings it, it shews to the Audience. Goes to the end of the Telescope.
—Can you discern, Sir?