ere 'tis again,
Pox of your Eccho with a Northern Strain.
Well--This will be but a nine days Wonder too;
There's nothing lasting but the Puppets Show.
What Ladies Heart's so hard, but it would move,
To hear_ Philander _and_ Irene's _Love?
Those Sisters too the scandalous Wits do say,
Two nameless keeping Beaux have made so gay;
But those Amours are perfect Sympathy,
Their Gallants being as mere Machines as they.
Oh! how the City Wife, with her nown Ninny,
Is charm'd with, Come into my Coach,--Miss_ Jenny, _Miss_ Jenny.
_But overturning_--Frible _crys--Adznigs,
The jogling Rogue has murder'd all his Kids.
The Men of War cry, Pox on't, this is dull,
We are for rough Sports,--Dog Hector, and the Bull.
Thus each in his degree, Diversion finds,
Your Sports are suited to your mighty Minds;
Whilst so much Judgment in your Choice you show,
The Puppets have more Sense than some of you_.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

MEN.

_Doctor_ Baliardo, Mr. _Underhill_.
Scaramouch, _his Man_, Mr. _Lee_.
Pedro, _his Boy_.
Don Cinthio, Don Charmante, _both Nephews_ Young Mr. _Powel_.
_to the Vice-Roy, and Lovers of_ Elaria _and_ Mr. _Mumford_.
Bellemante,
Harlequin, Cinthio's _Man_, Mr. _Jevern_.
_Officer and Clerk_.
_Page_.

WOMEN.

Elaria, _Daughter to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Cooke_.
Bellemante, _Niece to the Doctor_, Mrs. _Mumford_.
Florinda, _Cousin to_ Elaria _and_ Bellemante.
Mopsophil, _Governante to the young Ladies_, Mrs. _Cory_.
_The Persons in the Moon, are_ Don Cinthio, _Emperor_;
Don Charmante, _Prince of_ Thunderland.
_Their Attendants, Persons that represent the Court Cards_.
Keplair _and_ Galileus, _two Philosophers_.
_Twelve Persons, representing the Figures of the twelve Signs of the
Zodiack_.
_Negroes, and Persons that dance_.
_Musick, Kettle-Drums, and Trumpets_.

The SCENE, _NAPLES_.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _A Chamber_.

_Enter_ Elaria _and_ Mopsophil.

I.

_A Curse upon that faithless Maid,
Who first her Sex's Liberty betray'd;
Born free as Man to Love and Range,
Till nobler Nature did to Custom change,
Custom, that dull excuse for Fools,
Who think all Virtue to consist in Rules_.

II.

_From Love our Fetters never sprung;
That smiling God, all wanton, gay and young,
Shows by his Wings he cannot be
Confined