GALLO. Nor I, by Nemesis! I'd pine him to a ghost for want of rest. MERCUTIUS. Is that your noble mind? And then you'd beat him. GALLO. Lo! here's a turncoat! D'ye hear him, gentles ?-he's come here to fool us! MERCUTIUS. Nor I; but that I'm turned, I will confess it; For as we came in thinking over this Of Lycius, and the lady whom I glanced Crouching within his mantle- Her most distressful look came so across me Her death-white cheeks That I, for one, can find no heart to fret her. Shall Lycius then go free? CURIO. MERCUTIUS. Ay for her sake: But do your pleasure; it is none of mine. GALLO. Why, a false traitor ! CURIO. Sirs, I can expound him; He's smit-he's passion-smit-I heard him talk Of her strange witching eyes—such rare ones [Exit. 1 GALLO. Why let him go then-but we'll to our own. CURIO. Ay, let's be plotting How we can vent our spites on this Sir Lycius- I have a scheme will grieve 'em without end: You know this fellow, Lycius, has a father Some fifteen leagues away. We'll send him thither Some mischief ere I go. There's for thee, Lycius! [He casts a stone through the window, and they run off. Enter APOLlonius. APOLLONIUS. Go to, ye silly fools!-Lo! here's a palace! I have grown gray in Corinth, but my eyes Some one is coming forth. Lycius again! [LYCIUS comes out disordered, with his face flushed, and reels up to APOLLONIUS. LYCIUS. Why, how now, Graybeard? What! are these your frolics, To sound such rude alarum in our ears? No wrinkle, but our laughter shakes in wine. I wish you'd learn to drink. APOLLONIUS. O Lycius! Lycius! Would you had never learned to drink, except those springs LYCIUS. Grave sir, you lie ! I'm a young god. Look! do you not behold But I'm renewable Here, Domus ! Domus ! Enter DOMUS. Bring a full cup of nectar for this churl. [Exit DOMUS. 'Twill give you back your youth, sir-ay, like magicAnd lift you o'er the clouds. You'll dream of nothing Peace, madman, peace! None of your draughts for me-your magic potions, LYCIUS. What!-will he not? Then cast it over him-'twill do as well; He shall be a demi-god against his will. Lord, you might soak him in it year by year, LYCIUS. Let him go. Farewell!— Look, foolish Graybeard-I am going back To what your wisdom scorned. A minute hence My soul is in Elysium! [Exit with DOMUз. APOLLONIUS. Fool, farewell! Why, I was sprinkled; yet I feel no wet. 'Tis strange !—this is some magic, against which Philosophy is proof. I must untangle it. I have it faintly dawning in my brain. [He stands in meditation. 'Tis somewhere in my books (which I'll refer to)— That there be witching snakes-Circean births- To send unto thy father. These are sad tales [MERCUTIUS enters without perceiving APOLLONIUS: going up to LAMIA's house, he recollects himself. MERCUTIUS. Here again? What folly led me hither? I thought I was And end where I began! [APOLLONIUS goes up and calls in his ear. APOLLONIUS. I'll tell you, dreamer ; It's magic, it's vile magic brought you hither, And made you walk in a fog. There, think of that;-be wise, and save yourself! I've better men to care for ! [Exit APOLLONIUS. MERCUTIUS. What did he say? The words were drowned in my ear by something sweeter. [A strain of wild music within the house. Music! rare music!--It must be her voice; |