Bell. Not mad! Marry, Heavens forbid, thou art always creating Fears to startle one; why, if he be not mad, his want of Sleep this eight and forty hours, the Noise of strange unheard of Instruments, with the fantastick Splendour of the unusual Sight, will so turn his Brain and dazzle him, that in Grace and Goodness, he may be mad, if he be not;— come, let’s after him to the Gallery, for I long to see in what showing Equipage our princely Lovers will address to us.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. The Last. The Gallery richly adorn’d with Scenes and Lights.
Enter Doctor, Elaria, Bellemante, and Mopsophil.
Soft Musick is heard.
Bell. Ha—Heavens! what’s here? what Palace is this?—No part of our House, I’m sure.
Ela. ‘Tis rather the Apartment of some Monarch.
Doct. I’m all amazement too; but must not show my Ignorance. —Yes, Elaria, this is prepar’d to entertain two Princes.
Bell. Are you sure on’t, Sir? are we not, think you, in that World above, I often heard you speak of? in the Moon, Sir?
Doct. How shall I resolve her—For ought I know, we are. [Aside.
Ela. Sure, Sir, ‘tis some Inchantment.