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Bold, and brave new! Or the Phantasy that begot'hem. Will you hear any news? Come forward, you should be some dull tradesman by your pigheaded Sconce now, that think there's nothing good any where; but what's to be sold. A Superlative this! Nor any glass of— Methematicians Perspicill. The Mistress of all discovery. In the Moon. And is this night returned. Those are stale Ensigns o'the Stages, man i'th Moon, de liverd down to you by musty Antiquity, and are of as doubtful credit dit as the makers. Certain, and sure news. And new creatures in that World. Which is now found to be and Earth inhabited! Variety of Nations, Polities, Laws. Inland Cities, Boroughs, Hamlets, Fairs, and Markets! They are Pythagorians, all dumb as fish, for they have no controversies to exercise themselves in. All the fantastical creatures you can think of, are there. No, some few you shall have, that sighs or whistle them selves away; and those are presently hung up by the heals Like Meteors, with Squibs in their tails, to give the wiser sort warning. There were, but they are all dead of late for want of Tailors. Monster? none at all; a very familiar thing, Like our fool here on earth. And Knights, and Squires. Above all the Hide-parkes in Christendom, far more him ding and private, they do all in clouds there; they walk i'the clouds, they fit i'the clouds, they lie i'the clouds, they ride and tumble i'the clouds, their very Coaches are clouds. Fame that does nourish the renown of Kings, And keeps that fair, which envy would blot out. But differing from ours. give your minds to't a little. Nor were you best, I believe. Is there any such difference? have you any more on't? Only by signs and gestures, for they have no articulate voy ces there, but certain motions to music: all the discourse there is harmony. A world of Doppers! but they are there as lunatic persons, walker's only; that have leave only to hum, and would, not daring to pro phecie, or start up upon stools to raise doctrine. But none that will hang themselves for Love, or eat candles ends, or drink to their Mistresse-eyes, till their own bid'hem good night, as the Sublunary Lovers do. I think some two or three of them live yet, but they are turned Moon-calves by this. Alas! Carmen, they will over a Carman there, as he will do a Child here; you shall have a Coachman with cheeks Like a trum peter, and a wind in his mouth blow him afore him as far as he can see him; or skirre over him with his bats wings a mile and a half, ere he can steer his wry neck to look where he is. Or in a missed; the mists are ordinary i'the Moon, a man that owes money there, needs no other protection; only buy a missed and walk in't, he's never discerned, a matter of a Baubee doe's it. And when they have tasted the springs of pleasure enough, and bild, and kissed,, and are ready to come away; the she's only lay certain eggs (for they are never with Child there,) and of those eggs are dis closed a raze of Creatures Like men, but are indeed a sort of Foul, in partly covered with feathers (they call them Volatees ), that hop from Island to Island, you shall see a covey of'hen if you please presently. Then know, we do not move these wings so soon, On which our Poet mounted to the Moon Menippus-like; but all betwixt it and us, Thus clears and helps to the presentment, thus. WE have all this while (though the Muses Heralds ) adventured to tell your Majesty no news; for hitherto we have moved rather to your delight, than your belief. But now be pleased to expect a more noble discovery worthy of your ear, as the object will be your eye; A raze of your own, formed, animated, lightened, and heightened by you, who rapt above the Moon far in spe culation of your virtues, have remained their entranced certain hours, with wonder of the piety, wisdom, Majesty reflected by you, on them, from the Divine light, to which only you are less. These by how much higher they have been carried from earth to contemplate your great ness, have now conceived the more haste and hope in this their return home to approach your goodness; and led by that excellent likeness of your self, the truth, imitating Procritus endeavour, that all their more tions be formed to the music of your peace, and have their ends in your favour, which alone is able to resolve and thaw the cold they have pre sently contracted in coming through the colder Region.
Plot summary
Plot — For the Honor of Wales
The Welsh are annoyed that the Prince of Wales's masquing debut featured an African mountain, so for the second performance, they have changed it to a Welsh one. This has entailed no extra cost: the scenic mountain is the same, only with a different name . They discuss the apparent VI/elshness of the masquers' names, and replace the original antimasques with Vvelsh music and song, which they insist is an improvement. Welsh bards sing to open the mountain, and dancing ensues.