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Scene 4.
Enter in sea-gownes and Caps, Doctor, and Perigrine brought in a chaire by 2 Sailers: Cloaks and Hats brought in.Doct.
Now the last minute of his sleeping fit
Determines. Raise him on his feete. So, so:
Rest him upon mine Arme. Remove that Chaire,
Welcome a shore Sir in th'Antipodes.
Per.
Are we arriv'd so farre?
Doct.
And on firme land.
Sailers you may returne now to your ship.
Ex. Sail.
Per.
What worlds of lands and Seas have I past over,
Neglecting to set downe my observations,
A thousand thousand things remarkable
Have slipt my memory, as if all had beene
Meere shadowy phantasmes, or Phantasticke dreames.
Doct.
We'll write as we returne Sir: and tis true,
You slept most part o' th'journey hitherward,
The aire was so somniferous: And twas well
You scap'd the Calenture by't.
Per.
But how long doe you thinke I slept?
Doct.
Eight moneths, and some odde dayes,
Which was but as so many houres and minutes
Of ones owne naturall Country sleepe.
Per.
Eight Moneths—
Doct.
Twas nothing for so young a Braine.
How thinke you one of the seven Christian Champions,
David by name, slept seven yeares in a Leek-bed.
Per.
I thinke I have read it in their famous History.
Doct.
But what chiefe thing of note now in our Travells
Can you call presently to mind? Speake like a Traveller.
Per.
I doe remember, as we past the Verge
O'th' upper world, comming downe, down-hill,
The setting Sunne then bidding them good night,
Came gliding easily downe by us; and strucke
New day before us, lighting us our way;
But with such heate, that till he was got farre
Before us, we even melted.
Doct.
Well wrought potion. Very well observ'd sir.
But now we are come into a temperate clime
With that of London; and as well agreeable
Unto our nature, as you have found that aire.
Per.
I never was at London.
Doct.
Cry you mercy.
This Sir is Anti London. That's the' Antipodes
To the grand City of our Nation,
Iust the same people, language, and Religion,
But contrary in Manners, as I ha' told you.
Per.
I doe remember that relation,
As if you had but given it me this morning.
Doct.
Now cast your Sea weeds off, and do'n fresh garments.
Hearke sir their Musicke.
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