[Goes out.
SCENE IV. Draws off to Bellemante’s Chamber, discovers Elaria, Bellemante and Mopsophil in Night-Gowns.
Mop. You have your Lessons, stand to it bravely, and the Town’s our own, Madam.
[They put themselves in Postures of Sleeping, leaning on the
Table, Mopsophil lying at their Feet. Enter Doctor softly.
Doct. Ha, not in Bed! this gives me mortal Fears.
Bell. Ah, Prince— [She speaks as in her Sleep.
Doct. Ha, Prince! [Goes nearer, and listens.
Bell. How little Faith I give to all your Courtship, who leaves our Orb so soon. [In a feign’d Voice.
Doct. Ha, said she Orb? [Goes nearer.
Bell. But since you are of a celestial Race,
And easily can penetrate
Into the utmost limits of the Thought,
Why shou’d I fear to tell you of your Conquest?
—And thus implore your Aid.