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Gril. I stand for Kala; do your best and your


Cuc. I must look big, and care little or nothing for her, because she is a creature that stands at livery. Thus I talk wisely, and to no purpose.

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Wench, as it is not fit that thou should'st be either fair or honest, so, considering thy service, thou art as thou art, and so are thy betters, let them be what they can be. Thus, in despite and defiance of all thy good parts, if I cannot endure thy baseness, 'tis more out of thy courtesy than my deserving; and so I expect thy answer."

Gril. I must confess-

Cuc. Well said.

Gril. You are—

Cuc. That's true too.

Gril. To speak you right, a very scurvy fellow. Cuc. Away, away!-dost think so?

Gril. A very foul-mouth'd and misshapen coxcomb.

Cuc. I'll never believe it, by this hand. Gril. A maggot, most unworthy to creep in To the least wrinkle of a gentlewoman's (What d'ye call) good conceit, or so, or what You will else were you not refin'd by courtship,

And education, which, in my blear eyes,

Makes you appear as sweet as any nosegay,
Or savoury cod of musk, new fall'n from the cat.
Cuc. This shall serve well enough for the wait-
ing-woman. My next mistress is Cleophila, the

old madman's daughter. I must come to her in whining tune; sigh, wipe mine eyes, fold my arms, and blubber out my speech as thus: "Even as a kennel of hounds, sweet lady, cannot catch a hare, when they are full paunched on the carrion of a dead horse; so, even so the gorge of my affections, being full crammed with the garboils of your condolements, doth tickle me with the prick (as it were) about me, and fellow-feeling of howling outright."

Gril. This will do't, if we will hear.?

Cuc. Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted fool.

Gril. "Even as the snuff of a candle that is burnt in the socket goes out, and leaves a strong perfume behind it; or as a piece of toasted cheese next the heart in a morning, is a restorative for a sweet breath: so, even so the odoriferous savour of your love doth perfume my heart (heigh ho!) with the pure scent of an intolerable content, and not to be endured."

Cuc. By this hand 'tis excellent! Have at thee, last of all, for the Princess Thamasta, she that is my mistress indeed. She is abominably proud, a lady of a damnable high, turbulent, and generous spirit; but I have a loud-mouth'd cannon of mine own to batter her, and a penned speech of purpose observe it.

9 If we will hear.] Probably a misprint for she. If Grilla answered in the name of Cleophila, we had already heard.

Gril. Thus I walk by, hear and mind you not. Cuc. [reads] "Tho' haughty as the devil or his dam,

Thou dost appear, great mistress; yet I am
Like to an ugly fire-work, and can mount

Above the region of thy sweet ac—count.

Wert thou the moon herself, yet having seen thee, Behold the man ordain'd to move within thee."— Look to yourself, housewife! answer me in strong lines, you were best.

Gril. Keep off, poor fool, my beams will strike thee blind;

Else, if thou touch me, touch me but behind.

In palaces, such as pass in before,

Must be great princes; for, at the back door,
Tatterdemallions wait, who know not how
To gain admittance; such a one-art thou.
Cuc. 'Sfoot, this is downright roaring.'

Gril. I know how to present a big lady in her own cue. But pray, in earnest, are you in love with all these?

Cuc. Pish! I have not a rag of love about me; 'tis only a foolish humour I am possessed with, to be surnamed the Conqueror. I will court any thing; be in love with nothing, nor no-thing. Gril. A rare man you are, I protest.

Cuc. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I ever held myself so.

This is downright roaring.] i. e. the language of bullies, affecting a quarrel. See Jonson, vol. iv. p. 483.


Pel. In amorous contemplation, on my life; Courting his page, by Helicon!

Cuc. 'Tis false.

Gril. A gross untruth; I'll justify it, sir, At any time, place, weapon.

Cuc. Marry, shall she.

Cor. No quarrels, goody Whiske! lay by your trumperies, and fall to your practice: instructions are ready for you all. Pelias is your leader, follow him; get credit now or never. Vanish, doodles, vanish!

Cuc. For the device?
Cor. The same; get


ye gone, and make no

[Exeunt all but CORAX.

To waste my time thus, drone-like, in the court, And lose so many hours, as my studies

Have hoarded up, is to be like a man,

That creeps both on his hands and knees, to climb
A mountain's top; where, when he is ascended,
One careless slip down-tumbles him again
Into the bottom, whence he first began.
I need no prince's favour; princes need
My art: then, Corax, be no more a gull,

The best of 'em cannot fool thee; nay, they shall


Enter SOPHRONOS and AREtus.

Soph. We find him timely now; let's learn the


Are. "Tis fit we should.-Sir, we approve you


And, since your skill can best discern the humours
That are predominant, in bodies subject

To alteration; tell us, pray, what devil
This Melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.

Cor. You are yourself a scholar,

And quick of apprehension: Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease. So Extasy,
Fantastic Dotage, Madness, Frenzy, Rupture
Of mere imagination, differ partly

From Melancholy; which is briefly this,
A mere commotion of the mind, o'ercharged
With fear and sorrow; first begot i'th' brain,
The seat of reason, and from thence deriv'd
As suddenly into the heart, the seat
Of our affection.

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2 « Vide," Ford says, "Democritus Junior." He alludes to the Anatomy of Melancholy, by Robert Burton; from which not only what is here said, but the descriptions and personifications of the various affections of the mind in the Interlude (scene iii.) are imitated, or rather copied; for the poet has added little or nothing of his own, to what he found in that popular volume. To say the truth, the stupendous and undistinguishing diligence of our "Democritus the Younger" almost precluded the possibility of adding to any topic which he had previously made the object of his researches. I omitted to observe that the anecdote of the "sow-pig that sucked a brach," p. 22. is taken from that writer, who found it in Giraldus Cambrensis.

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