Doct. Let not thy female Ignorance profane the highest Mysteries of natural Philosophy: To Fools it seems Inchantment—but I’ve a Sense can reach it—sit and expect the Event.—Hark, I am amaz’d, but must conceal my Wonder, that Joy of Fools—and appear wise in Gravity.
Bell. Whence comes this charming Sound, Sir?
Doct. From the Spheres—it is familiar to me.
[The Scene in the Front draws off, and shews the Hill of Parnassus; a noble large Walk of Trees leading to it, with eight or ten Negroes upon Pedestals, ranged on each side of the Walks. Next Keplair and Galileus _descend on each side, opposite to each other, in Chariots, with Perspectives in their Hands, as viewing the Machine of the Zodiack. Soft Musick plays still.
Doct. Methought I saw the Figure of two Men descend from yonder Cloud on yonder Hill.
Ela. I thought so too, but they are disappear’d, and the wing’d Chariot’s fled.
Enter Keplair and Galileus.
Bell. See, Sir, they approach.
[The Doctor rises and bows.
Kep. Most reverend Sir, we, from the upper World, thus low salute you—Keplair and Galileus we are call’d, sent as Interpreters to Great Iredonozor, the Emperor of the Moon, who is descending.