fell to Belphegor, Generalissimo of the Aspaltick Lake—Resolved, as
followeth.
1. That the said Belphegor forthwith take upon him that Province,
and that a Million of Duccats be assign'd him; not as Advance, but his
full Complement.—And well enough—no ill Encouragement.
2. That for the better carrying on of the said Service, Himself (and
Two other Spirits assigned him as Servants) be at Liberty to assume,
and actuate what Bodies, and settle in what Part of the World, shall
like him best.—And I have don't.
3. That upon his first Choice, of his Place of Residence, he imme∣diately
Marry a Wife, and live with her Ten Years (if possible) after
which (pretending to die) that he return, and, upon his own Ex∣perience,
make Affidavit, of the Pleasures and Calamities of Marriage.—And
I have done that first.—A desperate Service, no doubt!—
[He Smiles.
4. That he lose all Qualities of a Spirit (unless, perhaps, upon some
last Exigence) and become in all things as a Man; subject to all the
Conditions of Humanity,—Poverty, Imprisonment, Passions, Fear,
Hate, Love.—
Where there Ten Thousand more, that sweetned all.
Love!—There's no Passion, but what's founded on't:
Men Fear, for what they Love—Desire, Hate, Envy,
And all, because they Love themselves.—But mine
Carries a nobler Tincture; and I Love
To that Degree, I've half forgot the Sex.
[He changes his Voice.
And, but that she has little odd Humours, and perhaps too, some Fits
of her Mother; O Origen! I'd release thy Kindness, and never accept
other Heaven, than here.
But see!—She comes!
[Imperia and Attendants cross the Stage,
as conducting her Sister Portia to her Coach—They
bow at distance—He points after her.
Such was the Infant-Morn, when it first brake
And blush'd, to see the Chaos left behind her.
Thence I felt Passion first—What else I view'd
Wrought in my Mind no Change, no fond Desire:
But there, I am transported.—I, that was
High Proof 'gainst all things else, There, there alone,
Weak, for to me, whate'er she Wills is Fate.
[Imp. returns, sola.
He runs to her.
Sure Nature was asleep when thou stol'st forth,
And all the Graces she design'd an Age,
Crowded themselves together, and made thee.