POLONIA. How terrible!
LEOGAIRE. How awful!
PHILIP. What a wonder!
CAPTAIN. The earth is breathing out its central fire.
[Exit.
LEOGAIRE. The axes of the sky are burst asunder.
[Exit.
POLONIA. The heavens are loosening their collected ire.
{Exit.
LESBIA. The earth doth quake, and peals the sullen thunder.
[Exit.
PATRICK. O, mighty Lord, who will not now admire
Thy wondrous works?
[Exit.
PHILIP. Oh! who that's not insane
Will enter Patrick's Purgatory again?
[Exit.
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ACT THE THIRD.
A STREET. IT IS NIGHT.
SCENE I.
JUAN PAUL, dressed ridiculously as a soldier, and LUIS ENIUS, very pensive.
PAUL. Yes, the day would come I knew,
After long procrastination,
When a word of explanation
I should ask to have with you.
"Come with me," you said. Though dark,
Off I trudged with heavy heart
To point out to you the part
Where at morn you could embark;
Then again, with thundering voice,
Thus you spoke, "Where I must fly
Choose to come with me, or die."
And, since you allowed a choice,
Of two ills I chose the worst,
Which, sir, was to go with you.
As your shadow then I flew
'Cross the sea to England first,
Then to Scotland, then to France
then to Italy and Spain,
Round the world and back again,
As in some fantastic dance.
Not a country great or small
Could escape you, 'till, good lack!
Here we are in Ireland back:--
Now, sir, I, plain Juan Paul,
Being perplexed to know what draws
You here now, with beard and hair
Grown so long, your speech, your air,
Changed so much, would ask the cause
Why you these disguises wear?
You by day ne'er leave the inn,
But when cold night doth begin
You a thousand follies dare,
Without bearing this in mind,
That we now are in a land
Wholly changed from strand to strand,
Where, in fact, we nothing find
As we left it.
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