[A Hollowing. Enter from the Front a Bank, a Pageant, which
they fix on the Stage at one side, a little Pavilion on't, Musick
playing, and Operators round below, or Antickers. [Musick plays, and
an Antick Dance. Enter Willmore like a Mountebank, with a Dagger in
one Hand, and a Viol in the other, Harlequin and Scaramouche; Carlo
with other Spaniards below, and Rabble; Ariadne and Lucia above in the
Balcony, others on the other side, Fetherfool and Blunt below. Will.
(bowing) Behold this little Viol, which contains in its narrow Bounds
what the whole Universe cannot purchase, if sold to its true Value;
this admirable, this miraculous Elixir, drawn from the Hearts of
Mandrakes, Phenix Livers, and Tongues of Maremaids, and distill'd by
contracted Sun-Beams, has besides the unknown Virtue of curing all
Distempers both of Mind and Body, that divine one of animating the
Heart of Man to that Degree, that however remiss, cold and cowardly by
Nature, he shall become vigorous and brave. Oh stupid and insensible
Man, when Honour and secure Renown invites you, to treat it with
Neglect, even when you need but passive Valour, to become the Heroes
of the Age; receive a thousand Wounds, each of which wou'd let out
fleeting Life: Here's that can snatch the parting Soul in its full
Career, and bring it back to its native Mansion; baffles grim Death,
and disappoints even Fate.
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