DWARF

Hold my stirrup, my one Lackey; and look to my Curtal, the other: walk him well, Sirrah, while I ex patiate my self here in the report of my office! o the Furies! how I am joyed with the title of it! Postil lion of Hell! yet no Mercury. But a mere Cacodae mon, sent hither with a packet of news! news! never was Hell so furnished of the commodity of news! Love hath been lately there, and so entertained by Pluto, and Proserpine, and all the Grandees of the place as, it is there perpetual Holiday: and a cessation of torment granted, and proclaimed for ever! Half-famished Tantalus is fallen to his fruit, with that appetite, as it threaten's to undo the whole company of Costard mungers, and ha ariuer afore him, running excellent wine lxion is loosed from his wheel, and turned Dancer, does nothing but cut capreols, fetch friskals, and leads Laualtos, with the Lamiae! Sisyphus ha left rolling the stone, and is grown a M r . bowler; challenges all the prime gamesters, Parsons in hell, and gives them odds: upon Tityus his breast, that (for fix of the nine aeres) is counted the subtlest bowling-ground in all Tartary. All the Furies are at a game called nine pins, or keilles, made of old usurers bones, and their souls looking on with delight, and betting on the game. Never was there such freedom of sport. Danaus daughters have broke their bottomless tubs, and made bonfires of them. All is turned triumph there. Had hell gates been kept with half that strictness as the entry here ha been to night, Pluto would have had but a colam Court, & Proserpine a thin presence, though both have a vast territory We had such a stir to get in, I and my Curtal, and my two Lackeys all ventured through the eye of a Spanish needle, we had never come in else, & that was by the fa vour of one of the guard who was a woman's-tailor, and held open the passage. Cupid by commission hath carried Iealoufie from Hell, Disdain, Fear, and Dissimula cion, with other Goblins, to trouble the Gods. And I am sent after post, to raise Tempest, Winds, Lightnings, Thunder, Rain, and Snow, for some new exploit they have against the Earth, and the Goddess Chloris, Queen of the flowers, and Mistress of the Spring. For joy of which I will return to my self, mount my Bidet, in a dance; and corvet upon my Curtal.