CHOLER

Who was that ran away last there? Logicus? Did you beat him? And who was the other? my Master? Did you beat him? What say I to that? marry, I say, I would have fought as long as I could have stood, if you had not left bea ting of my Master. How? baffled? by my Master's Ferulam, I'll quarrel with the next man I meet, who ere he be: and yonder comes Sanguis, Medicus his man; but he looks as if he would say somewhat; I'll therefore stand aside first, and hear what hee'll say. MY Master is now in a consumption; he is come to put ting up a Siquis already for want of custom; and if he had not lately been more beholding to Ʋ enus then to Mars, he had been quite spent, long ere this: She indeed now and then sends him in, those customers that are sick in her quarters; for most men now prevent physic, either by death or wariness; either by running upon violent and quick death's, and so dying ere physic comes; or if they fallen out, never coming to bloodshed, but only to a few foolish words in their idle choler. Well, remember this Phantastes. That you carry in the marchpane and not I, but I'll— Would supper were done: I'ld bumme you. I would supper were done once for your sake. No, I thank you, Sir, your moisture does allay my heat. Exit Choler. Sanguis, I'm Choler and here's my hand. I'll make you too Sanguis cry your Bloody nose before I have done. Cheiromantes, have at you. With all my heart. Tell me mine openly. Well, this is a pretty mixed fortune; now, what's thine own fortune and thy fellows? Why, how camest thou by them? Ah, murren on him; who the devil's this? A murren on't, must I be the first man must fit out? nothing anger's me but that. Why, thou and Musicam are met together—be cause—Sanguine folks are most fit for Music and sports. Physiognomus and Chieromantes met, because they feared we would have suspected they would have picked our pockets, if they had joined with any of us— Melancholico, and Phlegmatico joined; because one's too dry; and the other's too moist: and so they'll serve for Medicines one for another: come run again: I'll be sure to catch some body this time. Thank you Physiognomus. Faith Cheiromantes you are beholding to him, he has graced you. Hay! Melancholico will give gallant reasons. That's a poor put-off faith; either play on, or else I'll call thee Blockhead as long as I know thee. Blockhead, blockhead. Yes faith, an't be a good one. This is impossible. That's altogether impossible. Well, what was't now? Come, what is't, Melancholico? A rope of all sullen noddies: he sees every one greedy to know, and therefore out of a doggedness con ceales it. The illation is superfluous to apprehensive ears. Farewell, Gallants; my business lies this way too. How now, sirrah? what do you here? you serve no body here, get you our again. Woun't you, Sir? I'll try that. Why, an't please you, Sir, Phantastes is shifted in here to see a mask, which he says, he herd should be here, but he is deceived, and I'ld have him out again. You may thank Polites, or else faith I'ld have trounced you. Yes, Sir, and at hand. Oh the gods! an't please you, Polites, this little rogue Cheiromantes being unwilling to come, as I was draw king him, picked my pocket. God's-bones, these Varlets are worse then witches, for they say when they are in hold, they must leave their devil, but a man had as leife have the devil in hold as these, for they'll have his money in hold, or it shall escape them hardly. What? does he speak of me? nay, that's enough. Soft, Sir, did not you misuse me, behind my back? No! did not you say, Idle Choler? Choler strikes Sanguis. you shall know I am not idle. Yes, Sanguis, as hight as you for your blood. They fight, and Choler breaks San guis his head. I shall vex all the veins in your heart then. It's no matter, Sanguis; ther's custom for thy Ma ster, beyond his expectation. Do, do; I gave you a remembrance on purpose; but, what had the Rogue in this Siquis? I'll put it together again. If there be any man woman, or child, that's affected with any disease, whither it be luxation or dislocation of the bones, rupture, inflammation, obstruction, impostumation, consumption, or any vl cer, whither it be pox, plague, or pestilence, or any destruction of nature, as dumbness, deafness, blindness, whither temporary and by accident, or continued from the birth; or whatsoever disease in cident to the body of man, that hath been ever yet counted uncum rabble; may it please him, or her, or that child, to repair to the sign of the Urinal, and they shall find a speedy salvation. Why? do not I know Medicus? and did I ever know that he knew this before? well, he that performs all this, must be a God or a devil: but now I think on't better, I'm half sor ry I broke Sanguis his head; for if my Master be hurt, he must repair to this Medicus; and then will Sanguis either pay my Master for my sake; or make my Master pay me for his sake: I see, he that strikes in his choler, does but repent afterwards; well, I'll correct his hastiness of nature. Exit. WEll, Historiam, I see love's unruly even in the wisest; you may do what you will; but if you would be ruled by your friends, my counsel should be that you would never fancy this Poeta, a fellow of that kind of profession, which all Wise men have ever banished out of the commonwealth, as being the Mother of lies, the Nurse of abuse, and at the Best, but the worst of knowledge; perhaps you may think Polites uses this dissuasion because Poeta's poor; (which also I confess in the Policy of and ordinary Discretion is to be considered) but I profess I'm chiefly moved at the uncertainty of his courses; which I think would not very aptly consort with your sober consistency and staidness of life: but I'll say no more; good Ethicus, supply my room.