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Enter Sol.
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. [Bis.
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.
A battel is fought between foot and great Hobby-horses. At last, Drawcansir comes in, and kills 'em all on both sides: All this while the Battel is fighting, Bayes is telling them when to shout, and shouts with 'em.
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. [Exit.
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, Igad,
