Doct. Most reverend Bards—profound Philosophers—thus low I bow to pay my humble Gratitude.
Kep. The Emperor, Sir, salutes you, and your fair Daughter.
Gal. And, Sir, the Prince of Thunderland salutes you, and your fair Neice.
Doct. Thus low I fall to thank their Royal Goodness.
[Kneels. They take him up.
Bell. Came you, most reverend Bards, from the Moon World?
Kep. Most lovely Maid, we did.
Doct. May I presume to ask the manner how?
Kep. By Cloud, Sir, through the Regions of the Air, down to the fam’d Parnassus; thence by Water, along the River Helicon, the rest by Post upon two wing’d Eagles.
Doct. Sir, are there store of our World inhabiting the Moon?