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
portends Some certain emminent danger to th' inhabitants Twixt those two places I 'le go get a lodging Out of its influence Colax Will that serve I fear It threatens generall ruine to the Kingdom Deâ—l I 'le to some other Country Colax There 's danger to crosse the Seas Deil. Is there no way good Colax To crosse the Sea by Land O the scituation The horrible scituation of an Island Colax You sir are far above such frivolous thoughts You fear not death Apho. Not I. Col. Not sudden death Apho. No more than sudden sleeps Sir I dare dye Deil. I dare not Death to me is terrible I will not dye Apho. How can you Sir prevent it Deil. Why I will kill my selfe Col. A valiant course And the right way to prevent death indeed Your spirit is true Roman But yours greater That fear not death nor yet the manner oâ— it Should heaven fall Apho. Why then we should have Larks Deil. I shall never eat Larks again while I breath Col. Or should the earth yawn like a sepulchre And with an open throat swallow you quicke Apho. T would save me the expences of a grave Deil. I' had rather trouble my Executors by th' halfâ— Apho. Cannons to me are pot-guns Deil. Pot-guns to me Are Cannons the report will strike me dead Apho. R Rapier 's but a bodkin Deil. And a bodkin It is a most dangerous weapon since I read Of Iulius Caesars death I durst not venture Into a Taylors shop â—or feâ—r of bodkins Apho. O that the valiant Gyants should again Rebell against the Gods and besiege Heaven So I might be their leader Col. Had Encâ—laduâ— Been halfe so valiant Iove had been his prisoner Apho. Why should we think there be such things as dangers Scylla Charybdis Python are but fables Medcas Bull and Dragon very tales Sea-Monsters serpents all Poeticall figmentâ— Nay Hell it selfe and Achcron meer inventions Or were they true as they are false should I be So timerous as to fear these Bug bear Harpyes Medusas Centaeurs Gorgons Deil. O good Aphobus Leave conjuring or take me into th' circle What shall I do good Colax Col. Sir walke in There is they say a Looking-glasse a strange onâ— Of admirable vertues that will render you Free from inchantments Deil. How a Looking-glasse Dost think I can endure it why there lyes A man within'â— in ambush to entrap mâ— I did but lift my hand up and he presently Catcht at it Colax 'T was the shadow Sir of your selfe Trust me a meer reflexion Deil. I will trust thee Exit Apho. What Glasse is that Colax A trick to fright the Idiot Out of his wits a Glâ—sse so full of dâ—ead Rendring unto the eye such horrid spectacleâ— As would amaze even you Sir I do thinâ— Your optick nerves would shrink in the beholding This if your eye endure I will confesse you The Prince of Eagles Apho. Look to it eyes if ye refuse this sight My nayls shall damne you to eternall night Exit Col. Seeing no hope of gain I pack them hence 'T is gold gives flattery all her eloquence SCENE 3. Acolastus Anaisthetus Rosci Temperance is the mediocrity of enjoying pleasures when they are present and a moderate desire of them being absent And these are the extreams of that vertue Acolastus a voluptuous Epicure that out of an immoderate and untam'd desire seeks after all pleasures promiscuously without respect of honest or lawfull The other Anaisthetus a meer Anchorite that delights in nothing not in those legitimate recreations allow'd of by God and nature Acolast O now for an eternity of eating Fool was he that wish'd but a Cranes short neck Give me one nature long as is a Caqle Or sounding-line and all the way a palate To taste my meat the longer I would have My seâ—ses feast together Nature envied us In giving single pleasures let me have My ears eyes palate nose and touch at once Injoy their hâ—ppinesse lay me in a bed Made of a summers cloud to my embraces Give me a Venus hardly yet fifteen â—resh plump and active she that Mars enjoy'd Is grown too â—tale And then at the same instant My touch is pleas'd I would delight my sight With pictures of Diana and her Nymphs Naked and bathing drawn by some Apelles By them some of our fairest Virgins stand That I may see whether 't is Art or Nature Which heightens most my bloud and appetite Noe cease I here Give me the seven Orbs To charm my ears with their coelestiall lutes To which the Angels that do move those sphears Shall sing some amorous ditty nor yet here Fix I my bounds The sun himselfe shall fire The Phoenix nest to make me a perfume While I do eat the Bird and eternally Quaffe of eternall Nectar These single are But torments but together O together Each is a Paradice Having got such objects To please the senses give me senses too Fit to receive those objects Give me therefore An Eagls eye a bloud-hounds curious smell A Stages quick heâ—ring let my feeling be As subtile as the spiders and my taste Sharp as a Squirrils Then I 'le read the Alcoran And what delights that promises in future I 'le practice in the present Bird Heathenish Glutton Flow Base belly-God licentious Libertine Anai. And I do think there is no pleasure at all But in contemning pleasures Happy Niobe And blessed Daphâ—e and all such as are Turn'd stocks and stoâ—â—s would I were Lawrell too Or marble I or any thing insensible It is a toyle for me to eat or drink Only for natures satisfaction Would I could live without it To my ear Musick is but a mandrake To my smell Nard sents of rue and wormwood And I taste Nectar with as much loathing and distaste As gall or alloes or my Doctors potion My eye can meet no object but I have it Acola Come brother Stoique be not so melancholy Anai. Be not so foolish brother Epicure Aco Come wee 'l go and see a Comedy that will raise Thy heavy spirits up Anai. A Comedy Sure I delight much in those toyes I can With as much patience hear the Marriners Chide in a storme Aco Then le ts go drink a while Anai. 'T is too much labour Happy Tantaluâ— That never drinks Aco A little Venery Shall recreate thy soule Ana. Yes like an itch For 't is no better I could wish an heire But that I cannot take the pains to get one Aco Why marry if your conscience be so tender As not to do it otherwise Then 't is lawfull Ana. True Matrimony 's nothing else indeed But fornication licens'd lawfull Adultery O heavens how all my senses are wide sluces To let in discontent and miseries How happy are the moles that have no eyes How blest the Adders that have no ears They never see nor hear ought that afflicts them But happier they that have no sence at all That neither see nor hear taste smell nor feâ—l Any thing to torment them souls