Org. I have a pretty memory; It must prove my best friend.-I will not miss Pro. Write The books thou would'st have bought thee, in a note, Or take thyself some money. Org. No, no money: Money to scholars is a spirit invisible, We dare not finger it; or books, or nothing. forget Our names. Org. I warrant ye, I warrant ye. Pro. Smile, Hymen, on the growth of our de sires; We'll feed thy torches with eternal fires! [Exeunt PRO. and EUPH. Org. Put out thy torches, Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkness of eternal night! Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits. Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms, Beyond the compass of my brains.-Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach The riddles which are purposed by the gods. Great arts best write themselves in their own stories; They die too basely, who outlive their glories. A Room in BASSANES' House. Enter BASSANES and PHULAS. Bass. I'll have that window next the street damm'd up; It gives too full a prospect to temptation, seuse his operat stak & jpalousy And courts a gazer's glances; there's a lust righed Committed by the eye, that sweats and travails, Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformed bearwhelp, Adultery, be lick'd into the act, The very act :-that light shall be damm'd up; Phu. I do hear, my lord; a mason Bass. Some rogue, Some rogue of your confederacy, (factor For slaves and strumpets!) to convey close packets ster; That gaudy earwig, or my lord your patron, out, Son of a cat, ill-looking hounds-head, rip up wal A scroll, but half as big as what can cover 期 Phu. Care shall be had.-I will turn every thread About me to an eye.-Here's a sweet life! [Aside. By wholesale; yet they wipe their mouths and 66 Coll, kiss, and cry sweetheart," and stroke the head Which they have branch'd; and all is well again ! Phu. 'Tis a villainous world; One cannot hold his own in't. Bass. Dames at court Who flaunt in riots, run another bias: Their pleasure heaves the patient ass that suffers By such unlawful hire. The country mistress Phu. O, my lord, The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news, Bass. Hey-day! up and ride me, rascal! What is't? Phu. Forsooth, they say, the king has mew'd' All his gray beard, instead of which is budded Another of a pure carnation colour, Speckled with green and russet. Bass. Ignorant block! nice di de aloque Phu. Yes truly; and 'tis talk'd about the streets, Bass, Dance out thine too. Phu. Besides, lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fiery dragon, and 'tis thought He never can return. Bass. Grant it, Apollo! Phu. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis reported the state. For certain, that whoever is found jealous A 2 the king has mew'd All his gray beard.] This is falconers language, and common to all our old writers. To mew, or rather mue, is to moult, to shed the feathers, Never left roaring, at which noise the bears Have danced, &c.] This must, indeed, have been " tickling news." The poet, however, was thinking of a spot much nearer home than Sparta. T Grate my calamities. Why to be fair, Phu. The horn of plenty crest him! [Aside, and exit. Bass. Swarms of confusion huddle in my -thoughts In rare distemper.-Beauty! oh, it is An unmatch'd blessing, or a horrid curse. She comes, she comes! so shoots the morning Spangled with pearls of transparent dew.- As I in her am wealthy; but for her, In all contents, a bankrupt. Enter PENTHEA and GRAUSIS. Lov'd Penthea! How fares my heart's best joy? Grau. In sooth not well, She is so over-sad. Bass. Leave chattering, magpie. Thy brother is return'd, sweet, safe, and honour'd 4 |