ARGUS

What's the cause The poor beast trembles that? And is this all? How now, cursed Cow? What, start you at that name? I'll make your long horns shorter. I think the beast hath breezes in her tail, She cannot keep her still. How now you Harlotry? What's that to thee, or any of you all. With all mine eyes I spy no difference, But love all beasts as beasts. Leave this your howling. Forbear, or in this cord I lead her forth, I'll strangle her. Dare not to follow me, There's danger in me both ways; she shall perish, And you must bleed. Come, Minion we will climb You craggy mountain top, a prospect fit For Argus only, who (not moving) can Behold at once from whence the four winds blow, And there with her I'll Like a Beacon stand, To watch and to give warning. Will you drive? I say pursue me not, for if you do, I'll make her sure, and you repent it too. Why ptrow there. How now shepherd, There's none who in that simpl shape or name Needs treason fear. Should any come prepared For mischief, I have lights about me shine Sufficient to prevent it: but thou seemest None of such rank. Come fit by me and talk. Thou knowest me then? Nay fit (by me th'art safe) And tell some pretty tales to make me laugh: have not long been merry. She's my charge, A witty Brutus, a most ingenious beast, A very apprehensive Animal, That can do tricks: she hath been taught, I tell thee, To write and read. Such toys I love. A Fox? But I would meet That craft which could beguile Argus bright eyes. Proceed, proceed, good shepherd. And shall we have some merry Madrigal To pass away the time with? I fame would know how first these Pipes came up That make this dainty music? Heigh ho; very fine music I promise you. It's pleasing, but it makes me melancholy, And drowsy too withal. Were it not for my charge I'de take a nap. The rest may sleep secure, so I can keep But two eyes waking. Who's that calls? The sacred goddess Juno? What new service Will you command your vassal? In all this How will you use my service? Drawing this piece of Beasts flesh thus along, Methinks I look Like Lybian Hercules Leading the Dog of hell: nay I shall fit her According to my charge, and I will keep thee (Calf with the white face) safe enough from bulling, The longest day that I have eye to see. What do you hang and arse? Ptrow, come along, I'll lead you to bore feeding, and find salads To take down your full flanks and these plump cheeks. Along, I'll watch thee well enough from shrinking Neck out of collar. Nay, on; thou shalt find, Though my face from thee, I have eyes behind. How dost thou Like thine usage, madam Cow? Your lodging and your diet? How dost think This hempen chain becomes thee? Will you see Your sweet face in the river once again? Or how does your fair beastship feel your self? Wouldst thou not have some Bulchin from the heard To physic thee of this venereal itch? If not, I'll see what Nettles muddy streams, Couchgrass and weeds, thorns, briers, & flints can worser These failing, here's a goad to prick your sides. If all these medicines will not tame your lust, I'll muster new inventions. Nay, I know You look for pity, but it lives not here. In this high watchtower stand I sentinel, To spy who comes and goes. I am made thy guardian, I'll guard thee both from danger and from rest; 'Twas in thy hearing, Juno's late behest. It's as I said before: but having her, Some pretty tale, I prithee. A goddess, sayest thou? think me equal then With one of these huge Giants, if not greater, That have the power and potency to lead A godhead in a string. But would, what music Was that struck up? 'Twas sweet and delicate, Nor have I herd the Like.