Scar. Two neighbouring Princes to your vast Dominion.
Har. Knights of the Sun, our honourable Titles, And fight for that fair Mortal, Mopsophil.
Mop. Bless us!—my two precious Lovers, I’ll warrant; well, I had better take up with one of them, than lie alone to Night.
Scar. Long as two Rivals we have lov’d and hop’d,
Both equally endeavour’d, and both fail’d.
At last by joint Consent, we both agreed
To try our Titles by the Dint of Lance,
And chose your Mightiness for Arbitrator.
Kep. The Emperor gives Consent.
[They both all arm’d—with gilded Lances and Shields of Black, with golden Suns painted. The Musick plays a fighting Tune. They fight at Barriers, to the Tune.—Harlequin is often foil’d, but advances still; at last Scaramouch throws him, and is Conqueror; all give Judgment for him.
Kep. The Emperor pronounces you are Victor.— [To Scar.
Doct. Receive your Mistress, Sir, as the Reward of your undoubted Valour— [Presents Mopsophil.
Scar. Your humble Servant, Sir, and Scaramouch returns you humble Thanks. [Puts off his Helmet.
Doct. Ha,—Scaramouch!
[Bawls out, and falls in a Chair. They all go to him.
My Heart misgives me—Oh, I am undone and cheated every way.
[Bawling out.