will no sence of wrong Waken the Lethargy of a cowards soule Will not this rowse her from her dead sleep nor this Aor Why should I Sir be angry if I suffer An injury it is not guilt of mine No let it trouble them that doe the wrong Nothing but peace approaches innocence Org. A bitternesse o'reflows me my eyes flame My blood boyles in me all my faculties Of soule and body move in a disorder His patience hath so tortur'd me Sirrah villain I wil dissect thee with my rapiers point Rip up each vein and â—inew of my storque Anatomize him searching every entraile To see if nature when she made this asse This suffering asse did not forget to give him Some gall Cola. Put it up good Orgylus Let him not glory in so brave a death As by your hand it stands not with your honour To stain your rapier in a cowards blood The Lesbian Lions in their noble rage Will prey on Bulls or mate the Unicorne But trouble not the painted butterfly Ants crawle securely by him Orgy. 'T is intolerable Would thou wert worth the killing Colax A good wish Savouring as well discretion as bold valour Thinke not of such a baffl'd asle as this More stone then man Meedusa's head has turn'd him There is in ants a choler every flye Carries a spleen poore worms being trampled on Turn â—ayle as bidding battayle to the feet Of their oppressors A dead palsy sure Hath struck a desperate numnesse though his soule Till it be grown insensible Meer stupidity Hath seiz'd him Your more manly soule I find Is capable of wrong and like a flint Throwes forth a fire into the strikers eyes You beare about you valours wherstone anger Which sets an edge upon the sword and makes it Cut with a spirit you conceive fond patience Is an injustice to our selves the suffering One injury invites a second that Calls on a third till wrongâ— doe multiply And reputation bleed How bravely anger Becomes that martiall Brow A glasse within Will shew you sir when your great spleen doth rise How fury darts a lightning from your eyes Org. Learn anger sir against you meet me neâ—â— Never was man like me with patience vext Exit Aor I am so farre from anger in my selfe That 't is my griefe I can make others so Colax It proves a sweetnesse in your disposition A gentle winning carriage deare Aorgus O give me leave to open wide my brest And let so rare a friend unto my soule Enter and take possession such a man As has no gall no bitternesse no exceptions Whom nature meant a Dove will keep alive The flame of amity where all discourse Flows innocent and each free jest is taken He 's a good friend will pardon his friends errors But he 's a better takes no notice of them How like a beast with rude and savage rage Breath'd the distemper'd soule of Orgylus The pronenesse of this passion is the Nurse That fosters all confusion ruines states Depopulares Cities layes great Kingdomes waste 'T is that affection of the mind that wants The strongest bridle give it reins it runs A desperate course and draggs down reason with it It is the whirlewind of the soule the storm And tempest of the mind that raises up The billowes of disturbed passions To shipwrak Iudgement O a soule like yours Constant in patience Let the Northern wind meet The South at Sea and Zephyrus breath opposite To Eurus let the two and thirty sonnes Of Eolus break forth at once to plow The Ocean and dispeople all the woods Yet here could be a calme it is not danger Can make this cheek grow pale nor injury Call blood into it There 's a Glasse within Will let you see your selfe and tell you now How sweet a tamenesse dwells upon your brow Aor Colax I must believe and therefore goe Who is distrustfull will be angry too SCEN. 4. Alazon Eiron Rosc. The next are the extreames of Truth Alazon one that arrogates that to himselfe which is not his and Eiron one that out of an itch to be thought modest dissembles his qualities the one erring in defending a falshood the other offending in denying a truth Alaz I hear you 're wondrous valiant Eir. I alas Who told you I was valiant Alaz The world speaks it Eir. She is deceiv'd but does she speak truly Alaz I am indeed the Hector of the age But shee calls you Achilles Eir. I Achilles No I am not Achilles I confesse I am no coward That the world should think That I am an Achilles yet the world may Call me what she please Alaz Next to my valour Which but for yours could never hope a second Yours is reported Eir. I may have my share But the last valour show'd in Christendome Was in Lepanto Alazon He might be thought so sirâ— by them 〈◊〉 knew him not But I have found him a poore â—afâ—l'd snakeâ— Sir I have writ him and proclaim'd him cowarâ— On every post i' th' City Eiron Who Alaz Lepanto The valour sir that you so much renown Eir. Lepanto was no man sir but the place Made famous by the so much mention'd battaile Batwixt the Turks and Christians Alâ—z. Cry you mercy Then the Lepanto that I meant it seems Was but Lepanto's name-sake I can Find that you are well skill'd in history Eir. Not a whit A novice I I could perchance Discourse from Adam downward but what 's that To History All that I know is only Th' originall , continuance height and alteration Of every Common wealth I have read nothing But Plutarch Livy Tacitus Suetonius Appian Dion Iuniuâ— Paterculus With Floâ—â— Iustine Salust and some few More of the Latine For the modern I Have all without book Gallo-Belgicus Philip De-Comine Machiavele Guicâ—iardine The Turkish and AEgyptian Histories With those of Spaine France and the Netherlands For England Polydore Virgill Cambden Speed And a matter of forty more nothing Alas to one that 's read in Histories In the Greek I have a smack or so at Xenophon Herodotus Thucydides and Stowes Chronicle Alaz Believe me sir and that Stowes ' Chronicle is very good Greek you little Think who writ it Doe you not see him are You blind I am the man Eir. Then I must number You with my best Authors in my Library Alaz Sir the rest too are mine but that I venture 'em With other names to shunne the opinion Of arrogance so the subtle Cardinall Calls one book Bellarmine ' nother Tostatus Yet one mans labour both You talk of numbering You cannot choose but heare how lowd fame speaks Of my experience in Arithmetique She sayes you too grow neare perfection Eir. Farre from it I some in-sight but no more I count the Starres can give the Totall summe How many sands there bei'th ' sea but these Are â—â—ifles to the expert that have studied Pen keth-maâ—s president Sir J have no skill In any thing if J have any 't is In languages but yet in sooth
use and morall Sir you are wise what serve AEgyptian Pyramids Ephesian Temples Babyloâ—ian Towers Carian Colosses Trâ—ians water-works Domitians Amphitheaters the vaine cost Of ignorance â—nd prodigalitie Rome flourish'd when her Capitoll was thatch'd And all her gods dwelt but in Cottages Since Parian marble and Corynthian brasâ—e Enter'd her gaudie Temple soon she fell To superstition and from thence to ruine You see that in our Churches glorious Statues Rich Copes and other ornamâ—nts of state Drawâ— wandring eyes from their devoâ—ion Unto a wanton gazing and that other Rich edifices and such gorgeous toyes Doe more proclâ—ime our Countrieâ— wealth then safety And serve but like so many gilded bâ—its T' entice a forreigne Foe to our invasion Goe in there is a Glasse will shew you Sir What sweet simplicitie our Grandsires us'd How in the age of Gold on Church was gilded Exit Micre Banau. O I' have thought on 't I will straight way build A Free-schoole here in London a free-Schoole For th' education of young Gentlemen To studie how to drinke and take Tobacco To sweare to roare to dice to dâ—â—â— to quarrell T will be the great Gymnasium of â—â—e Realme The Frontifteâ—ium of great Briâ—any And for their better studie I will fâ—â—nish them With a large Library of Draper's books Col. 'T will put downe Bodliâ—s and the Vatican Royall Banausus how many Spheares flye you Above the earthly dull Micropâ—epes I hope to live to see you build a Sâ—ewes Shall out-brave Venice to repâ—ire old Tiburne And make it Cedâ—â— This magnificent course Doth purchase you an immortaliâ—e In them you build your honour to remaine The'example and the wonder of posteritie While other hide bound Churles doe grutch themselves The Charges of a Tombe Ban But I le have one In which I le lye embalm'd with Myrrhe and Cassia And richer unguents then th' AEgytian Kings And all that this my pretious Tombe may Furnish The Land with Mummie Colax Yonder is a Glasse Will shew you plots and modells of all monuments Form'd the 'old way you may invent a new 'T will make for your more glory Ban Colax true Rosc. These are the extreames of magnanimity Caunus a fellow so highly conceited of his own parts that he thinks no honour above him the other Micropsychus a base and low spirited fellow that undervaluing his owne qualities dares not aspire to those dignities that otherwise his merits are capable of SCEN. 2. Caunus Micropsychus Caun I wonder that I heare no newes from Court Colax All haile unto the honourable Caunus Caun The honourable Caunus 'T is decreed I am a privie Councellour our new honours Cannot so alter us as that we can Forget our Friends walk with us our familiar Mic. It puzles me to think what worth I have That they should put so great an honour on me Colax Sir I doe know and see and so do all That have not wilfull blindnesse what rare skill Of wisdome policy judgment and the rest Of the state vertues sit within this brest As if it were their Parliament but as yet I am not Sir the happy Messenger That tels you you are cal'd unto the Helm Or that the Rudder of great Britany Is put into your hands that you may steere Our floating Delos till she be arriv'd At the the blest Port of happinesse and surnam'd The Fortunate Isle from you that are the fortunate Cau. 'T is strange that I the best experienc'd The skilfullest and the rarest of all Carpenters Should not be yet a Privie Councell our Surely the State wants eyes or has drunk Opium And sleeps but when it wakes it cannot chuse But meet the glorious beames of my deferes Bright as the rising Sun and say to England England behold thy light Micro Make me a Constable Make me that am the simplest of my Neighbours So great a Magistrate so powerfull an Officer I blush at my unworthinesse a Constable The very Prince o' th' parish you are one Sir Of an abilitie to discharge it better Let me resigne to you Cau. How I a Constable What might I be in your opinion Sir Micro A Carpenter of worship Cau. Very well And yet you would make me a Constable I 'le evidently demonstrate that of all men Your Carpenters are best States-men of all Carpenters I being the best am best of Statesmen too Imagine Sir the Common-wealth a Logge Or a rude block of wood your Statesman comes For by that word I mean a Carpenter And with the saw of Policie divides it Into so many boards or severall orders Of Prince Nobility Gentry and the other Infâ—riour boards call'd Vulgar fit for nothing but to make stiles or planks to be trod over Or trampled on This adds unto the Log Call'd Common-wealth at least some small perfection But afterwards he plaines them and so makes The Common-wealth that was before a board A pretty Wainscot some he carves with Titles Of Lord or Knight or Gentleman some stand plaine And serve us more for use then Ornament We call them Yeomen Boards now out of fashion And lest the diproportion breake the frame He with the pegs of amity and concord As with the glew-pot of good Government Ioynts'e m together make an absolute edifice Of the Re-publique State-skill'd Machiavell Was certainly a Carpenter yet you thinke A Constable a Gyant-Dignitie Micro Pray Heaven that â—eares like I doe not melt The waxen plumes of my ambition Or that from this bright Charîot of the Sun I fall not headlong downe with Phaeton I have aspir'd so high make me a Constable That have not yet attain'd to the Greeke tongue Why 't is his office for to keep the peace His Majesties peace I am not fit to keep His Majesties Hogs much lesse his Peace the best of all his Jewells How dare I presume to charge a man in the Kings-Name I faint Undâ—r the burthen of so great a place Whose weight might presse down Atlas Magistrates Are only Sumpâ—er-Horses Nay they threaten me To make me warden of the Church Am I a Patriot or have I abilitie To present Knights-Reâ—usant Clergy reelers Or Gentlemen Fornicaâ—orâ— Col. You have worth Richly enamel'd with a modesty And though your lofty merit might sit crown'd On Caucasus or the Pâ—enean mountaines You choose the humbler valley and had â—atheâ— Grow a safe shrub below then dare the Windes And be a Cedar Siâ— you know there is not Halfe so much honour in tâ—e Pilots place As danger in the storme Poore windy Titles Of Dignitie and Officâ—s that puffe up The bubble ride till it swell big and burst What are they but brave nothings Toys call'd Honour Make thâ—m on whom they arâ— beâ—tow'd no better Then glorious slaves the servants of the Vulgar Men sweat at Helme as much as at the Oare Therâ— is a Glasse within shall shew you 〈◊〉 The vanitie of these Silk wormes that doe thinke They toile 〈◊〉 â—â—â—se they â—â—in so fine a thrâ—â—d Micro I 'le see it Honour is a babies