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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. "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.
(What d'ye call) good conceit, or so, or what
And education, which, in my blear eyes,
Cuc. This shall serve well enough for the waiting-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.
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
Gril. Keep off, poor fool, my beams will strike thee blind;
Else, if thou touch me, touch me but behind.
To gain admittance; such a one-art thou.
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, affeçting a quarrel. See Jonson, vol. iv. p. 483.
Enter PELIAS and CORAX.
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 bawling.
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
Enter SOPHRONOS and ARETUS.
Soph. We find him timely now; let's learn the
Are. "Tis fit we should.-Sir, we approve you learn'd,
And, since your skill can best discern the humours
Cor. You are yourself a scholar,
Of our affection.
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.