This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1833. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Mop. Hail upon hail, sweet tree, crown thee and all thy wishes Oh Dorus, up wi'me, Dorus, up wi'me, up wi'me, up wi'me, Dorus teach me to climb the right way, prithee. Mus. You must be muffled in the cloak; so, now remember your instructions. Make first your invocation to Apollo, as I told you, which being done, employ your mind with all devotion to his deity, until you hear a voice call three times on you by your name: though you should think your father, mother, Pamela, or myself, talk to you, answer not; they are spirits that would delude. Mop. Under three Mopsas, I'll not talk to'em; I'll not be cozened. Mus. Hold there, and you'll be happy. Mop. I'll ask a king to my husband, and thou shalt be he. Mus. Your invocation. Mop. Into the great ears of Apollo Notc let my invocation hollow. Oh thou that lightest all the day, For some to work and some to play, By owl light now Incline a gracious ear to me, Thus muffled in thy wishing tree, Singing whoop, whoop, whoo . And pardon this my subtilty, That I deceive the passers by; I, in this bough, Do use the accents of that fowl, Because 1 would be thought an owl, With whoop, whoop, whoo Enter Pamela. Mus. She has done her invocation. Pam. Can she not hear us ? Mus. She shall hear us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, she'll not believe us. Thou lovely bird, Madge owlet Mop. That's a spirit in the voice of Dorus, but I'll not answer. Mus. See Dorus and Pamela both are here; Whilst old Dametas, Miso, and their dear Daughter, are straggl'd forth, they both together Are taking now their flight, and who knows whither? Pom. This is too plain. Mop. Oh cunning devils but I'll not hear, nor speak a syllable. Mm. If thou canst find a tongue to tell Dametas, Make known unto his wisdom he i...