world, as being an Hemisphere; it ac∣cordingly consists of two Elements; It is Air within, which is invisible for its Rarity; and without, a thinne-shap'd Skinne of Water: and there is all the Bubble. The Air deciphers our soul; and the watery skin, our body: the skin presently breaks: the Aire as presently breaks loose; and there is a present end of the Bubble. A shouting and laughing within of men and women.There's my invitation. I would not let desire loose to range through the world, like a wilde-Ass in the Arabian Desert; but honest recreations are the Didacticks of humane providence. Exit L. Liberal.Page.The servants are all met to view the Sport which the Ape and his Master make; and I must be their Ape, imitate them, and adde to the number.Enter Mrs. Dorothy.Dor.This idle Page obstructs my way.Page,Mrs. Dorothy, with your faire leave, you know that all the Servants are charg'd to acquaint my Lord, if you stir out of the house, as now you have, or be∣yond the Garden.Dor.Pretty Boy hold thy peace, thou wert alwayes my friend, there's a piece for thee. Delay the search after me, till I have pass'd this street and the next.Page,Madam, I shall not be wanting to your design. Exit Mrs. Dor.She's gone. I must keep silence now, or go too. A loud laughing within.My Lord Liberal at the Door.L. Lib.Page, where are you?Page,Here, my Lord.L. Lib.Call my Nice down: tell her, here's very pretty sport. He disappears.Page,I go, my Lord, I move as quick as lightning. I have read in an English Author of a melancholy-she that thought she could break to pieces, the whole world with the motion of one short fin∣ger; and crush it into a Miscellany with the clintching of her little hand. Mrs. Do∣rothy thinks now, that she has the great world in her little maiden hands, to dis∣pose of as she list. Liberty is sweet, espe∣cially after a long and tedious time of re∣straint. The Bird out of the Cage, is like the Bird that saw the Sea, turn'd and made a long flight the clean contrary way: she wings it in the Air, at length, weary, pearches upon a Bough, and sings for joy, she is not bounded. Alaugh∣ing within, yet lowder.Lord Within,Page, why Page, Page I say.Page,My Lord.Lord,Where's my Nice? why comes she not?Page,She is not in her Chamber, my Lord. I am going to the Garden: she's there, my Lord, I think.Lord,Make hast, Page.Page,All the hast I make, shall not overtake Mrs. Dorothy. And hast thou given me a twenty shilling piece, sweet Virgin? I'le keep it for thy sake: and it shall conserve the Idea of thee in my thoughts. She must be now out of reach, or in some nearness to it. Laughing and shouting within.Lord within.Page.Page,Let him call again, 'twill open his pipes.Lord,Page you Rogue.Page,I will not answer to the name of Rogue: let him call once more.Lord,Page, my Nice.Page,My Lord, I cannot see her in the Garden. The Privy door is shut. But I shut it.0