GEOMETRES

Well, Sir: I needs not then you think to fear Geo graphus; for indeed though he be proud, yet I am sure Astro nomia is much more Highminded: and yet were her Altitude as high as Heaven, could not I Measure it? beside what can she count of him, but as of a giddy fellow, whose Head is Guided by his Heals? but for Me, it is well known, I have the Rule of my self: indeed there's Poeta, him I fear, for he plays at his Mistress with his Hexameter, and Pentameter, as a Fencer lies at his Rapier and Dagger-foile; but from Him you say Youl' Ward me. Alas! that's the Unmeasurable Depth of my grief, for I can never almost get into her company, but yet Sir ac quaint me with the device that I may not loose occasion it of feared. But is that possible? Strange! Wonderful! but if that should happen me, how should I enjoy the sighed of her beauty? I Sir, I desire to know what Proportion it can bear with truth. Sir, this is Deep; but is this Rule infallible? Dove, nor Sparrow is so hight, as my love to you, dearest Magus: but you made mention of a second, Conjuration. Presently? Will you? I am yours Soul and Body. That ever thou wast born! that ever thou wast born, Divine Magus! well, the Devil take me if I do not turn Magician, He puts on a cy press Suit, then puts Geome tres into a Cir cle which he brings forth and spreads; then goes into it him self, with a white rod in his hand, which he waves 4. ways. what ever it cost me. Oh Astronomia! — Good Magus leave off, o, o, o, o, o, I shall never be able to endure. O, I'll cry out if ye won't leave. Magus stops Geometres's mouth, and speaks on. O, I shall— I cannot endure it, o I cannot endure it. Geometres falls down, thrusting his head between Magus his feet, and cove ring his face with his hands. Is she gone yet? O! I cannot endure it. Well, I besecch you, Sir, fallen to your last remedy, Medicine: for this is intolerable. No? why? Must not I take Physic to make her fallen in love with me? Nay alas I can't tell, I do but ask; come I pray, let's be gone hence, I cannot endure to stay here, we'll talk further of this in some other place. Good Magus, let me hold by you till we are gone a pretty way hence. You would rather say to what Circumference all the lines run from my Centre. You're out, you're out in your Account Arithmeti Can, believe me you are: I only intimated your suspicion, not expressed mine own desires. Peace. Not from that mouth. A chaste virgin! I think shee'l get her self with child by and imagination, without marrying; for she does already, me thinks, Multiply exceedingly, and Bring forth: well, I'll leave you, or else there is no way, Arithmeticam, to stay your Progression. Exit Geometres. Good Sir, do not conjure. I but it may be Sir, they had conjuring names. You'll give me all this in writing Sir; woun't you? I pray, do you your self know how many there are in all? Nay, good Sir hold, we have enough already: But I perceive you Magicians have admirable memories to get hard words by heart; I marvel you do not turn Dictio narie-makers: Why? I warrant there's no hard word but you can tell the meaning on't: you'd put all their noses out of joint quite. Young say you? marry, I think, you are absolutely grounded in it, that can know all these Mysteries; ah, were it the will of the gods, I had but half of this skill, I'de give all that I have, and get more as I could; but can you do all these Wonders? Oh strange! but can a Spirit give Learning? But can you by your Art, tell me whither or no I shall have Astronomia? How! What's that? But I have herd, that's only for things stolen. Well, this is the man whom the Heavens have or dained to make me happy; Oh Ʋ enus, be favourable unto me, and I'll built thee a fairer Temple then ever the Ephesians di rected to Diana. MAGUS enters. If it do's not turn at mine, I shall die: pray make it turn at mine. He's not in love with her, Sir; pray do not you put in him too. Georaetres falls down on his knees, and embraces Ma gus his knees. Magus, what's mine is yours, goods, life, soul, and all: Ʋ enus, thy temple shall be a mile in length; thy Image in't shall be greater then the Colossus at Rhodes, it shall be all white Marble: The temple at Milan shall look Like pale-fac'd llow to it; it shall have as many pillars, as there are hours in the year, and as many windows as there are minutes; and the Spire shall be higher then Tenariffa, or the Tower of Babylon by eight score Measured surlongs at the least. Magus, I have enough, I have enough. You say true. Nay, let me alone for looking on her; I'll look thorough her, and thorough her; and make her as Perspective, as I am Solid. Well, you learned men put so many doubts—but I care not, I shall have her in the end: come, I've enough, now let's go. Thou'rt mine, thou'rt mine, Astronomia, I'm in Heaven already; Geographus may go travail again, and Poeta, in stead of Bays, may go wear a Willow-garland. Here's a health to Astronomia. He drinks. O, Sir, they that drink with Measure, drink without Measure. Well, because it's to her, I'll doo't, He drinks. A second health to Astronomia. He drinks. Begin, wee'll follow. Oh my Jacob's staff is broken, And thats a disastrous token, My Compasses did slide, My Ruler slipped aside: Oh my Jacob's staff is broken. Here's a health to Astronomia. Prithee Poeta do thou sing a Catch alone, and we'll sing the Close with thee. Nor I. Nay, if I cannot Rule others, I will Rule my self. Exit Geometres. Yes, Sir, he did. I did Sir. I, these are they. Magus himself acquainted me with this device: for, these Rings put on their little-fingers, and those words repeated thrice, would have made them inui sible immediately. Now honoured Polites, you may proceed. Well, Polites, Geometres shall be Ruled by you this once; come, Wench, sure I must love thee, I even long to take thine Altitude.