Or any other waking dream on earth: Thy looks when they to Venus did ascribe, They should have given her twenty thousand Cupids; The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, Riches are in fortune Volp. True, my beloved Mosca. Yet I glory No common way; I use no trade, no venture; To threat'nings of the furrow-faced sea; No usurer private. Mos. No, sir, nor devour Soft prodigals. You shall have some will swallow A melting heir as glibly as your Dutch Will pills of butter, and ne'er purge for it; Should wash your pavements, or their piteous cries Mos. And, besides, sir, You are not like the thresher that doth stand You will not lie in straw, whilst moths and worms Your eunuch, or what other household trifle Your pleasure allows maintenance-- Volp. Hold thee, Mosca, [Gives him money. Take of my hand; thou strik'st on truth in all, And they are envious term thee parasite. Call forth my dwarf, my eunuch, and my fool, And let them make me sport. [Exit Mos.] What should I do, But cocker up my genius, and live free To all delights my fortune calls me to? I have no wife, no parent, child, ally, To give my substance to; but whom I make Must be my heir; and this makes men observe me : This draws new clients daily to my house, Women and men of every sex and age, That bring me presents, send me plate, coin, jewels, With hope that when I die (which they expect Each greedy minute) it shall then return Tenfold upon them ; whilst some, covetous Re-enter Mosca with Nano, ANDROGYNO, and CASTRONE. Nan. "Now, room for fresh gamesters, who do will you to know, They do bring you neither play nor university show; And therefore do intreat you that whatsoever they rehearse, May not fare a whit the worse, for the false pace of the verse. If you wonder at this, you will wonder more ere we pass, For know, here is inclosed the soul of Pythagoras, That juggler divine, as hereafter shall follow ; Which soul, fast and loose, sir, came first from Apollo, And was breathed into Æthalides, Mercurius his son, Where it had the gift to remember all that ever was done. From thence it fled forth, and made quick transmigration To goldy-locked Euphorbus, who was killed in good fashion, At the siege of old Troy, by the cuckold of Sparta Hermotimus was next (I find it in my charta). To whom it did pass, where no sooner it was missing, But with one Pyrrhus of Delos it learned to go afishing ; And thence did it enter the sophist of Greece. From Pythagore, she went into a beautiful piece, Since kings, knights, and beggars, knaves, lords, and fools gat it, Besides ox and ass, camel, mule, goat, and brock, Or his telling how elements shift; but I Would ask, how of late thou hast suffered translation, And shifted thy coat in these days of reformation. And. Like one of the reformed, a fool, as you see, Counting all old doctrine heresy. Nan. But not on thine own forbid meats hast thou ventured? And. On fish, when first a Carthusian I entered. Nan. Why, then thy dogmatical silence hath left thee? And. Of that an obstreperous lawyer bereft me. Nan. O wonderful change, when sir lawyer forsook thee! For Pythagore's sake, what body then took thee? Nan. And how! by that means Thou wert brought to allow of the eating of beans? Nan. But from the mule into whom didst thou pass? And. Into a very strange beast, by some writers called an ass; By others a precise, pure, illuminate brother Of those devour flesh, and sometimes one another; Nan. Now quit thee, for heaven, of that profane nation, And gently report thy next transmigration. And. To the same that I am. Nan. A creature of delight, And, what is more than a fool, an hermaphrodite ! Which body wouldst thou choose to keep up thy station? And. Troth, this I am in: even here would I tarry Nan. 'Cause here the delight of each sex thou canst vary? And. Alas, those pleasures be stale and forsaken; No, 'tis your fool wherewith I am so taken, The only one creature that I can call blessed; For all other forms I have proved most distressed. Nan. Spoke true, as thou wert in Pythagoras still. This learned opinion we celebrate will, Fellow eunuch, as behoves us, with all our wit and art, To dignify that whereof ourselves are so great and special a part." Volp. Now, very, very pretty! Mosca, this Was thy invention ? Mos. If it please my patron, Not else. 1 I.e., of a Christmas-pie. |