GRAMMATICUS

Sir, you did that by a Poetica licentiam. Aristotle? saucy boy? Aristotelis libri sunt omne ge nus elegantia referti; pro Omnis generis. How now? boys talk? by the soul of Priscian, A praeceptore vapulabis. Poeta and Gram. fight. What? insolent? Faciam ut mei que ac huius diei, ac loci, semper memineris. Well, Poeta, Refero and Senatum. N n si me obsecres. Exit. Why, sirrah, Choler, will you still be quarreling? Why, sirrah, are you still grumbling? I protest to you, Sir, I do put all former wrongs in the praeter-plu-perfect Tense, and am glad of this happy Con junction, and that we are all of us in such a merry Mood: but by the way, my Master's, these Noune-Adiectiues of the Foe minine gender, fit all this while vn-drunke to: Astronomia. He offers to drink to Astro nomia. — Arithmeticam — Astrologiam — Nay, do not you jest. Nor I. I, but, I can't stay to Hear you, now. By my faith, I could make a bade Construction of it: this may be but a trick; well, Poeta, I perceive you have some Invention. And my Choler were here, hee'd have him by the ears: come let's begun, here's nothing to be done: are these your Lawcases? a murren on them, they are Dative cases to the Lawyers; but Ablative to the Clients. Ah, dearest Rhetorica, I cannot choose. Omniam vincit Amor, & nos cedamus Amori. Hei mihi quod nul Amor est medicabilis herbis. Torture? Oh but it's a sweet, a sweet torture. —In Genitiuo Id tibi dulcedo faciens dulcedinis, illud Demonstrate que propago, propaginis: adjice virgo -we learn this in the very School. O, it's the right of nature: Funus iusta petit, petit & sponsalia virgo. Because women are not so much love it self, as the cause of love in men. Indeed— Est cornus curam sinistram: but that's not all ways: it's but a Redundans, and therefore we put it among the Heteroclites. I, but it's a Prothesis to my discontent: Oh, see the scorn of love: she flies away.— Nec vult Panthera de mari —well if I were rich enough, I durst lay the lose of her, I'ld gain her: but it's money must go first; and therefore, now I think on't, it runs so in the rule.— Divitiae que Nuptiae item —for riches must be the Usher,—O! but who would fallen in love? before, I had a little Understanding; then I fell mad in Love, and now I do nothing but waste my self with a fruitless Sloth; why this it's— Intelligo, diligo, Neg ligo tantum —and yet I can scarce hope, & yet I must love. Naturam expellas furcam licet, us que recurret. Exit Gram. MY great gods protect me; but the last night was a-dreadfull night unto me. Why then, dearest Rhetorica, Quam nostros vidisti flen 'tis ocallos. Thou dost not only gratify Polites, but also Phy sica, and Nature her self: for, Commune omnium animantium est coniunctionis appetitus procreandi causam.