SLUG

Alas in foot, and hand too. My father and grand site had so. Well. I'll stretch my limbs so far, though I be already tired with ou long journey. I'll rather be fed with horse bred, then tram vail so far again to fetch whitebread. But I pray you let us fit down. I shall talk much wiser, sitting then standing. Do not Judges fit as now Apollo does there. And I hope they are wiser, then those that stand to hear them. But sir Drud , why do you discourage me from hope of admittance? I dare not knock at this gate the hammer that hangs on it, is so cold and heavy. And why should I disquiet the Muses with such a noise? Perhaps some of them are asleep in Apollos lap. I cannot climb this hill. I pray fetch Apollo him there. Or be you Apollo. Why then Apollo. Drudo, I crave admittance. I have long prescription time out of time. I have been entertain worser evermore by some of Apollos prenti ses. They have kept me and said me in their chambers, and huged me in their bed. I never wanted among them, those that would rather rest with me in a cold morning, then dance after the Muses pipe with be num'd hands and chattering teeth. I am weary of sitting. I think it were better for me to lie down upon this bank. I shall talk much wiser yet when my head lies lower then my heals, for then all my spirits and with S sink down into my brain. So 'le tell thee now what learned counsel I gave to a young scholar, when he told me that his Master chid him for keeping his bed. Why (quoth I to him) then answer your Master, I pray you sin, would you have me ll my bed? your law, that you give us, is, Nil dabis, aut vendes.— When I read lecture to my auditors.— I enjoin them, Fell your Books, fell your Ink horns, fell your Candlesticks, fell your Points, but never fell your beds. The bed is the seat and throne of a scholar. For contemplation requires quietness. And when is a man more quiet, then when he is in bed? Ergo. Nay you shall have Philosophy up to the elbows. The bed is the beginning and end of a man. When we come into the world, are not our Mother's said to be brought to bed? When we die, are not we on our death bed? Whilst we live, when are we more inno cent then when we are asleep in our bed? then we think no body any hurt. When are mischiefs done by men, but when they are awake, and employ them selves most busily? Ergo. The best Philosophers have said, and I have herd it in Apollos school. Motus fit propter quietem. Nature intends motion, that it may attain rest. And all scholars know, that what is desired, as the end, is bet ter then that, which is ordained as the means to it. Well. I have all the earth on my side: I'm safe e nough. Go you and dance after the stars. I'll hold my rest here. A Bear? no. I'm a worthier beast, by my hardly rising. I am Like and Elephant. My turn is always last. Exeunt. Soft fire, Hum. would Here sir. Lubberland? I'm glad of that. I shall earn my fourteen pence a day there by sno ting. But who shll carry me that there? Oh that I had Tom Counterfeit ats everlasting shoes! But ho which is the way to Lubberland? Has none of you been Will y u go with me? will you in the freeze coat? It is a fine Country. There are rivers of Mu kad e, and bridges of Brawn, parks of Ven son Pasties, paled about with puddings and sausages. H y for our town, heigh for Lubberland. I am the top of my kin. I am Slim Slug, Sluggy Sluggorum.