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Sol. Fie, Sister, fie; thou mak'st me muse, Dery, dery down, To see thee Orb abuse.

Luna. I hope his anger 'twill not move; Since I did it out of love: Hey down, dery down.

Orb. Where shall I thy true love know, Thou pretty, pretty Moon?

Luna. To morrow soon, ere it be noon, On Mount Vesuvio.

Sol. Then I will shine.

Orb. And I will be fine.

Luna. And we will drink nothing but Lipary wine.

Omnes. And we, &c.

Bayes. So, now, vanish Eclipse, and enter t'other Battel, and fight. Here now, if I am not mistaken, you will see fighting enough.

Draw. Others may boast a single man to kill; But I, the bloud of thousands, daily spill. Let petty Kings the names of Parties know: Where e'er I come, I slay both friend and foe. The swiftest Horsmen my swift rage controuls, And from their Bodies drives their trembling souls. If they had wings, and to the Gods could flie, I would pursue, and beat 'em, through the skie: And make proud Jove, with all his Thunder, see. This single Arm more dreadful is, than he.

Bayes. There's a brave fellow for you now, Sirs. I have read of your Hector, your Achilles, and a hundred more; but I defie all your Histories, and your Romances too, I