K.
'Tis a good Melancholly Humour; Is it not Brother?
Cal.
Sir, I am no admirer of dull, heavy, Love Songs; I am for the noise
of Drums and Trumpets, and Shrieks of Conquer'll Enemys: I hope to see him
make me a little such Musick by and by: This Song might serve for an Epi∣taph;
I wonder how the Devil he came to hit on this unluckly Humour! I
hope he has no dying thoughts of a sudden, that may spoil our design
[Aside]
It grows pretty late; I wish your Majesty would honour us with your Com∣pany
at Supper.
K.
Ay, come lead on.
Come all sit down; we must be equal here:
(They retire within the Scenes, which
open, and discover a Table
spread, &c. They sit down.
Cal.
Le Talbo, thou must wait; the rest retire:
Some Wine Le Talbo.
[Exeunt Attendants.
(They fall on Eating.
Sir I be bold to Whisper; Long last Corinna's Charms.
K.
Come with all my heart; I love the little Jade strangely: She has
some little Pouting looks, that take me very much.
Cal.
I have that will take him more: Come fill to D'Arlin.
D' Ar.
Your Highness is in a very pleasant humour; I Cogratulate it: Has
your Highness any extraordinary Occasion for it?
Cal.
Why verily, D' Arlin, that which revives all Mankind
[He Whispers
the King]
The bravest Bona, Roba, Fresh and Plump, Fine and Gay. Your Ma∣jesty
will give me leave to part in time, for the Minute draws near.
Le Tal.
For his Destruction.
K.
Prithee, Caligula; thou hast put me a
gadding too. Le Talbo, get me Chocolate before I part.
Cal.
Fortune still waits
upon me! Why he thrusts himself upon it, without my Advice or Assistance.
Well, I may say my Conscience is clear. (Aside.) Come, D' Arlin, thou hast
a sweet Tooth left, a ticklish Vain doubtless
[Aside. (Le Talbo gives Chocolate
to the King and D'Arlin.
K.
'Tis well made; and a good taste.
D'Ar. turns his Faoe about and makes wry Faces as if he was sick.
(They drink.
D'Ar.
Well, I'll straight be ready to go.
[He pulls out Pen and lnk and writes
Cal.
I'll warrant thee ready to Dye presently.
(Aside.
D'Ar.
What strange dizzyness is this that o're whelms my Brain! My
Spirits sink and throb about my Heart: Heaven keep us from Treachery:
I'll give the King a hint, Heavens preserve him, and I care not.
(He Writes.
Le Talbo.
It works too soon, I fear
(Aside to Cal.
Cal.
Never fear; if he fall now, there's his Old
Distemper will bear the worst can be said;
(The King seems to
sit uneasie.
he has been us'd to an Apoplexy, and this will symbolize with it.
(Aside.
D'Arlin (rising.)
I must take my leave of your Majesty, while I send this
Note.