MACILENTE

Viriest, fortunae caecitatem facile far: 'Tis true; but Stoic: where (in the vast world) Does that man breath, that can so much command His blood and his affection? well: I see, I strive in vain to cure my wounded soul; For every cordial that my thoughts apply Turns to a corrosive, and does eat it farther. There is no taste in this Philosophy, 'Tis Like a Potion that a man should drink, But turns his stomach with the sighed of it. I am no such piled Cinique, to believe That beggary is the only happiness; Or (with a number of these patient fools) To sing: My mind to me a kingdom is, When the lank hungry belly barks for food: I look into the world, and there I meet With objects, that do strike my bloodshot eyes Into my brain: where, when I view my self; Having before observed: this man is great, Mighty, and feared: that, loved and highly favoured: A third, thought wise and learned: a fourth, rich, And therefore honoured: a fifth, rarely featured: A sixth, admired for his nuptial Fortune's: When I see these (I say) and view my self, I wish my Optic instruments were cracked; And that the engine of my grief could cast Mine eyeballs Like two globes of wildfire forth, To melt this unproportioned frame of Nature. O, they are thoughts that have trans ixt my heart, And often (in the strength of apprehension) Made my cold passion stand upon my face, Like drops of sweat on a stiff cake of ice. Soft, who be these? I'll lay me down a while till they be passed. Sbloud, why should such a prick-eared Hind as this Be rich? Would? a fool? such a transparent gull That may be seen through? wherefore should he have land, Houses, and Lordship's? Oh, I could eat my entrails, And sink my soul into the earth with sorrow. You may; you have land and crowns: Oh partial Fate! Torment and death, break head and brain at once To be delivered of your fighting issue. Who can endure to see blind Fortune dote thus? To be enamoured on this dusty Turf? This clod? a horson Puckefist? Oh God, God, God, God, &c. I could run wild with grief now to behold The rankness of her bounties, that does breed Such bulrushes; these Mushrompe Gentlemen, That shoot up in a night to place and worship. Your Lordship? I do know you sir. One of those that fortune favors. I mean simply; That you are one that lives not by your wits. Me thinks Jester, you should not relish this well. Though yours be the worst use a man can put his wit too of thousands, to prostitute it at every Tavern and Ordi nary; yet (me thinks) you should have turned your broad side at this, and have been ready with and Apology, able to sink this Hulk of Ignorance into the bottom, and depth of his Contempt. You are? Gramercy good Janus. I, when I cannot shun you, we will meet. It's strange: of all the creatures I have seen, I envy not this Buffon, for indeed Neither his Fortune's nor his parts deserve it; But I do hate him as I hate the devil, Or that brass-visaged monster Barbarism. Oh, it's and open-throated, black-mouthed cur, That bites at all, but eats on those that feed him, A slave, that to your face will ( Serpentlike ) Creep on the ground, as he would eat the dust; And to your back will turn the tail and sting More deadly than a Scorpion: stay, who's this? Now for my soul, another minion Of the old lady Chance's: I'll observe him. Said I not true? does not his passion speak Out of my di ination? Oh my senses, Why lose you not your powers, and become Dead, dull, and blunted with this Spectacle? I know him, it's Sordido, the farmer, A Boor , and brother to that Swine was here. See how the strumpet Fortune tickles him, And makes him swoon with laughter, Oh, Oh, Oh. What is it a Prognostication rap's him so? Oh here's a precious filthy damned rogue, That fats himself with expectation Of rotten weather, and unseasoned hours; And he is rich for it, and elder brother, His barns are full, his reeks, and mows well trod, His garners crack with store. Oh, 'tis well; would, would, would: A plague consume thee and thy house. Would, would, would? I'not this good? Is it not pleasing this? would, would? Gods would? Is't possible that such a spacious villain Should live and not be plagued? or lies he hid Within the wrinkled bosom of the world, Where heaven cannot see him? Sbloud (me thinks) It's rare and admirable, that he should breath, and walk. Feed with digestion, sleep, enjoy his health, And (Like a boisterous Whale swallowing the poor) Still swim in wealth and pleasure: is't not strange? Unless his house and skin were thunder-proof, I wonder at it. Me thinks now, the Hecticke, Gout, Leprosy, or some such loathed disease Might light upon him; or that fire (from heaven) Might fallen upon his barns; or mice and rats Eat up his grain; or else that it might rot Within the hoary Reeks, e'ne as it stands: Me thinks this might be well; and after all The devil might come and fetch him: I, it's true. Mean time he surfeits in prosperity, And thou (in envy of him) gnawest thy self, Peace fool, get hence, and tell thy vexed spirit, "Wealth in this age will scarcely look on merit. I thank you sir: And yet the muffled Fates (had it pleased them) Might have supplied me from their own full store Without this word ( I thank you ) to a fool. I see no reason why that Dog ( all'd Chance ) Should fawn upon this fellow more than me: I am a man, and I have Limbs, Flesh, Blood, Bones, Sinews, and a Soul as well as he: My parts are every way as good as his, If I said better? why I did not lie, Natheless his wealth (but nodding on my wants) Must make me bow, and cry: I thank you Sir. I thank you Sir, I know my cue I think. What means this Signior Deliro? What can there not? This is such dotage as was never herd. You are too amorous, too obsequious, And make her, too assured she may command you. When women doubt most of their husbands loves, They are most loving. Husbands must take heed They give no gluts of kindness to their wives, But use them Like their Horses, whom they feed Not with a manger-full of meat together, But half a peck at once, and keep them so Still with and appetite to that they give them. He that desires to have a loving wife, Must bridle all the show of that desire: Be kind, not amorous, nor bewraying kindness, As if Love wrought it, but considerate Duty: "Offer no love-rites, but let wives still seek them, "For when they come unsought, they seldom Like them. Oh, how she tempts my heartstrings with her eye, To knit them to her Beauty's, or to break? What moved the heavens, that they could not make Me such a woman? but a man; a Beast, That hath no bliss Like to others. Would to God (In wreak of my misfortunes) I were turned To some fair water-Nymph, that set upon The deepest whirlpit of the ravenous Seas, My Adamantine eyes might headlong hale This Iron world to me, and drown it all. I feign would know of heaven now, why yond fool Should wear a suit of Satin? he? that Rook? That painted Jay with such a deal of outside? What is his inside trow? would, would, would, would, would. Good Heaven give me patience, A number of these Popenjayes there are, Whom if a man confer, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, Lord, what things they are! Here comes another. I, ther's a newer Edition come forth. Well, would my father had left me but a good Face for my portion yet; though I had shared the unfortunate Wit that goes with it, I had not cared: I might have passed for some what i'the world then. Pray you sir, add this; it gives Respect to your fools, makes many Thieves, as many Strumpets, and no fewer Bankrupts. Why, on my feet sir. As if one were frighted? Which indeed, a true fear of your should do, rather than Gum water, or whites of Eggs: is't not so Sir? Oh, your only Admiration, is your silence, sir. For societies sake he does. Oh here be a couple of fine tame Parrats. I, and his familiar that haunts him, the Devil with a shining face. Oh what Copy of fool would this place minister to one endued with Patience to observe it? Oh here is rich stuff, for Christ sake, let us go, A man would wish himself a senseless pillar, Rather than view these monstrous prodigies: Nil habet in S elix Paupert as durius inse, Quam quod Ridiculos omines facit. What's that he said? by heaven I marked him not, My thoughts, and I were of another world; I was admiring mine own outside here, To think what privilege and palm it bears Here in the court: Be a man never so vile In wit, in judgement, manners, or what else; If he can purchase but a Silken cover, He shall not only pass, but pass regarded: Whereas let him be poor and meanly clad, Though never so richly parted; you shall have A fellow (that knows nothing but his Beef Or how to rince his clammy guts in beer) Will take him by the shoulders or the throat, And kick him down the stairs, Such is the state Of virtue in bade Clothes, would, would, would, would, That Raiment should be in such high request? How long should I be ere I should put off To my Lord Chancellors tomb, or the Shrives posts? By heaven (I think) a thousand thousand year, His Grauiti , his wisdom, and his faith, To my dread Sovereign (graces that survive him) These I could well endure to reverence, But not his Tomb, no more than I'll commend The Chapel Organ for the gilded without, Or this base Viol for the varnished face. 'Twas time, his invention had been bogd else. How now Mounsieur Brisk? I Like such tempers well, as stand before their Mistress ses with fear and trembling, and before their Maker Like im pudent mountains. Why do's she love activity What? will he give her music? I were a simple Courtier, if I could not admire tri es sir. I never knew Tobacco taken as a parenthesis before. Is this the wonder of nations? Ingenuitic; I see his ignorance will not suffer him to stander her; which he had done most notably, if he had said Wit for Ingenuiti , as he meant it. It makes good Harmoni with her wit. Tobacco again? he do's court his mistress with very exceeding good changes. No, unless I had a mistress Signior, it were a great Indecorum for me to take Tobacco. Her king nuitie is excellent sir. And he's the Salamander that lives by it. Are these the admired Lady-wits, that having so good a Plainsong, can run no better Division upon it. S'heart, all her jests are of the stamp March was fifteen years ago. Is this the Come to Monsieur Fastidius, that your Gallants wone der at so? God save you Lady; where is Master Deliro? Faith Like a pawn at Chess, fills up a room, that's all. Why, you may soon see him Sir, for he is to meet Signior Puntarvolo at a Notaries by the Exchange presently, where he means to take up upon return. Well, then have I no Judgement; would nay woman (but one that were wild in her affections) have broke out in to that immodest and violent Passion against her husband? or is't possible— Gods-precious, not by any means Signior, you shall not lose this opportunity, he will be here presently now. Your wife? now for shame lose these thoughts, and become the master of your own spirits. Should I (if I had a wife) suffer my self to be thus passionately carried (to and for) with the stream of her Humort and neglect my deepest affairs, to serve her affections? Sbloud I would geld my self first. Such a wife: Now God hate me sir, if ever I discerned any wonder in your wife yet, with all the Speculation I have: I have seen some that ha'beene thought fairer than she, in my time; and I have seen those, ha'not been altogether so tall, esteemed proper women; and I have seen less Noses grow up on sweeteer Faces, that have done very well too in my judgem meant: but in good faith Signior for all this, the Gentlewoman is a good pretty proud hard-favoured thing, marry not so peer lessely to be doted upon, I must confess: nay be not angry. Nay then Signior, let me tell you, your wife is no pro per woman by Jesu, and I suspect her honesty, that's more, which you may likewise suspect (if you please:) do you see? I'll urge you to nothing against your appetite, but if you please, you may suspect it. Good sir? Now Horn upon Horn pursue thee, thou blind egregious Dotard. I Buffone, I was with him. Faith I, his Civet and his casting glass, Have helped him to a place amongst the rest, And there his Seniors give him good sleight looks, After their Garb, smile, and salute in French With some new compliment. Why say, that they should show the frothy fool, Such grace as they pretend comes from the heart, He had a mighty windfall out of doubt. Why all their Graces are not to do Grace To virtue, or desert: but to ride both With their gilded Spurs quite breathless from them elves. It's now esteemed Precisianisme in wit; And a Disease in Nature to be kind Towards Desert, to Love, or seek good Names: Who feeds with a Good name? who thrives with loving? Who can provide feast for his own desires, With serving others? would, would, would: It's folly by our wisest worldlings proved (If not to gain by love) to be beloved. I, to my grief. Oh that such muddy Flags For every drunken flourish, should achieve The name of Manhood; whilst true perfect Valour (Hating to show it self) goes by despised. Sbloud, I donc know now (in afaire just cause) I dare do more than he; a thousand times: Why should not they take knowledge of this? would? And give my worth allowance before his? Because I cannot swagger. Now the Pox Light on your Pickthatch prowess. A fit Trumpet to proclaim such a person. Oh sir, the countenance of Resolution should, as he's all together grim and unpleasant. You may sir. He will hang out his Picture shortly in a cloth, you shall see. Well, by this we can guess what apparel the Gentle man wore. Well this ENCOMION was not extemporal, it came too perfectly off. Why I'll show you Gentlemen, Carlo come hither. If you can but persuade Sogliardo to the Court, there's all now. Why then Gallants, you two and Carlo go afore to prepare the jest: Sogliardo and I will come some while after you. Why this it is, to dog the Fashion. Oh, by no means, it'll but make your breath suspe cted; and that you use it only to confound the rankness of that. How now mine honest friend? whose Dog-keeper art thou? Why? dost thou not keep a Dog? Why, has she Deciphered him, Gentlemen? Is't possible? Oh, how I do feed upon this now, and fat my self? here were a couple unexpectedly dishumor'd: well, by this time I hope sir Puntarvolo and his Dog are both out of Humour to tram vail: nay Gentlemen, why do you not seek out the Knight, and comfort him? our Supper at the Mitre must of necessity hold to night, if you love your Reputations. Tush, Melancholy? you must forget that now, and re member you lie at the mercy of a Fury: Carlo will rack your sinews asunder, and rail you to dust if you come not. Why how now Carlo; what Humor's this? Faith three of our Ordinance are burst. Faith overcharged, overcharged. Oh yes, and the poor Lady is irrecoverably blown up. Troth the Resolution is proved Recreant; the Count nance hath changed his Copy; and the Passionate Knight, is shedding Funeral tears over his departed Dog. Poisoned it's thought: marry how, or by whom, that's left for some Cunning woman he re of the Bankside to re solve: For my partly, I know nothing, more than that we are Like to have and exceeding Melancholy Supper of it. They will assuredly come: marry Carlo (as thoulou'st me) run over them all freely to night, and especially the Knight; spare no Sulphurous jest that may come out of that sweaty Forge of thine, but ply them with all manner of Shot, Minion, Saker, Culverine, or any thing what thou wilt. True; and he (to requite their courtesy) oftentimes d'offeth off his own Nature, and puts on theirs; as when he becomes as churlish as a Hog, or as drunk as a Sow: but to your conclusion. What are they gone sirs. Sirrah George do'you see that concealment there? that Napkin under the Table? Faith sir it's thus. Your wives brother Signior Fungoso, being at supper to night at a Tavern with a sort of Gallants: there happened some division amongst'hem, and he is left in pawn for the Reckoning: now if ever you look that time shall pre sent you with a happy occasion to do your wife some graci ous and acceptable service, take hold of this Opportunity, and presently go and redeem him; for being her brother, and his credit so amply engaged as no it is, when she shall hear (as he cannot himself, but he must out of extremity report it) that you came and offered your self so kindly, and with that respect of his Reputation, Slud the benefit cannot but make his dote, and grow mad of your affections. Hear you mistress Deliro. Faith Lady, my intents will not deserve this slight re specked, when you shall know'hem. Troth the time allows no circumstance Lady, therefore know, this was but a devise to remove your Husband hence, & bestow him securely, whilst (with more conveniency) I might report to you a misfortune that hath happened to Mounsieur Brisk; nay comfort sweet Lady. This night (being at supper) a sort of young Gallants committed a Riot, for the which he (only) is apprehended and cari worser to the Counter, where if your Husband and other Creditors should but have knowledge of him, the poor Gentleman were undone for ever. No Lady, I shall do you better service in protracting your husbands return, that you may go with more safety? Where's Signior Deliro? It's true Sir, committed for the stir here to night. Now would I have you send your brother home afore, with the report of this your kindness done him to his sister, which will so pleasingly possess her, and out of his mouth too, that in the mean time you may clap your Actium on Brisk, and your wife (being in so happy a mood) cannot entertain it ill by any means. Think? why 'ts passed thought, you shall never meet the Like opportunity, I assure you. I? is't even so? Well, Gentleme ̄ , I should have gone in, and returned to you as I was Asper at the first: but (by reason the Shift would have been somewhat long, and we are loath to draw your Patience any farther) we'll entreat you to imagine it. And now (that you may see I will be out of Humour for come pany) I stand wholly to your kind Approbation, and (indeed) am nothing so peremptory as I was in the beginning: Marry I will not do as Plautus in his Amphitryo for all this ( Summi Jovis causam, Plaudite: ) beg a Plaudite for Gods sake; but if you (out of the Bounty of your good liking) will bestow it; why, you may (in time) make lean Macilente as fat as Sir John Fallstaffe. Granted quoth you? Is't possible she should deserve so well As you pretend? Not unlike Sir: but how? to be cased up and hung by on the wall? True, as your discourse is: Oh abominable! Now Peas, and not Peace feed that life, whose head hangs so heavily over a woman's Manger. Nay, pr'y thee leave: what's he there? How then? Is this he? Come, you'll never leave your stabbing Simil is: I shall have you aiming at me with them by and by, but— Nay rather, let him be Captain Pod, and this his More cion; for he does nothing but Show him. Oh, that there should be fortune To cloth these men, so naked in desert, And that the joust Storm of a wretched life, Beats'hem not ragged for their wretched souls, And since as fruitless, even as black as coals. Troth I Like her well enough, but she's too selfe-con ceited me thinks. Why it may easily be made to forsake her in my thought. You conclude too quick upon me Signior, what will you say if I make it so perspicuously appear now, that your self shall confess nothing more possible. How now Signior? Faith your Suit is well enough Signior. Why go along to the Court with us, and remember it, come. Gentlemen, you three take one Boat, and Sogliardo and I will take another: we shall be there instantly. Come on Signior, now prepare to Court this All-wit ted Lady, most Naturally and Like your self. Oh, fie on't. no: you shall begin with, How does my sweet Lady; or, Why are you so melancholy Madame? though she be very merry, it's all one: be sure to kiss your hand often enough; pray for her health, and tell her, how more than most fair she is: Screw your face at one side thus, & Protest; let her fleer and look a skance, and hide her Teeth with her Fan, when she laughs a fit, to bring her into more matter; that's no thing: you must talk forward (though it be without sense, so it be without blushing) it's most Courtlike and well. Gods my life, see where sir Puntars Dog is. S'heart, 'twere the only true jest in the world to poi son him now: would? by Gods will I'll do it, if I could but get him of the fellow. Signior Sogliardo, walk aside, and think upon some devise to entertain the Lady with. This is excellent above expectation: nay stay sir, you'd be travailing; but I'll give you a Dram shall shor ten your voyage: here: so sir, I'll be bold to take my leave of you: now to the Turks Court in the Devils name, for you shall never go on Gods name. [Kicks him out.] Sogliardo, come. Take heed you lose it not Signior, ere you come there: preserve it. Nay Lady, do not scorn us, though you have this gift of Perspicacy above others: What if he should be no Gen tleman now, but a Clown indeed Lady? In good faith Lady, he is a very perfect Clown, both by Father and Mother: that I'll assure you. Nay, do but look on his Hand, and that shall resolve you: Look you Lady, what a Palm here is. The Plough! did you discern any such thing in him Madame? Troth I am sorry your Ladyships sighed should be so suddenly struck. Your laughter will be a child of a feeble life I believe sir. Come Signior, your looks are too dejected me thinks: why mix you not mirth with the rest? Oh, this applause taints it foully. Where is he? Why none was here when we came in now, but Can valier Shift, inquire of him. Upon my life he hath stol'ne your Dog sir, and been hired to it by some that have ventured with you; you may guess by his peremptory answers. This is rare. Is he so tall a man? 'Sblood is he not dead yet? Oh this is good: so he swore sir. Imprimis, Sir Puntarvolo: next, the Countenance, and Re solution. Why my good Germane Tapster, I will. Pork? S'heart what dost thou with such a greasy Dish; I think thou dost Varnish thy face with the fat on't, it looks so Like a Glew-pot. I take it your Devil be of the same Diet; he would never have desired to been incorporated into Swine else. Oh here comes the Melancholy mess: upon ̄ them Carlo, charge, charge. Nay, to him again. I believe you Musk-cod, I believe you, for rather than thou wouldst make present repaime ̄ to, thou wouldst take it upon his own bore return from Calais. Gods precious Knight, will you suffer this? Nay Buffone, the Knight, the Knight. Sir Puntarvolo, 'Sdeath can you be so patient? Nay good Constable have patience a little, you shall come in presently, we have almost done. He's a good pawn for the reckoning; be sure you keep him here, and let him not go away till I come again, though he offer to discharge all; I'll return presently. Tut sir, you did bear too hard a conceit of me in that, but I will now make my love to you most transparent, in spite of any dust of suspicion, that may be raised to dim it: and henceforth since I see it is so against your Humour, I will never labour to persuade you. The Miter sir. Now therefore, if you can think upon any present means for his delivery, do not forslow it. A bribe to the offi cer that committed him, will do it. Hark you sir, have you dispatched this same? Well then, I can tell you news, Brisk is in the Cloun er. And Signior, acquaint your sister, how liberally and out of his bounty, you brother has used you. (Do you see?) made you a man of good Reckoning; redeemed that you ne ver were possessed of, Credit; gave you as Gentlemanlike terms as might be; found no fault with your coming behind the fa shion; nor nothing. Well, if you be out, keep your distance, and be not made a Shot-clog no more. Come Signior, let's make hast. Why how now Signior Deliro? has the Wolf seen you? would? hath Gorgons head made marble on you? Why look you Sir, I told you, you might have sus pected this long afore, had you pleased; and ha'sau'd this labour of Admiration now, and Passion, and such extremities as this frail lump of Flesh is subject unto. Nay, why do you not dote now Signior? Me thinks you should say it were some En chantment, Deceptio visus, or so, would? if you could persuade your self it were a dream now, 'twere excellent: faith try what you can do Signior; it may be your Imagination will be brought to it in time, there's nothing impossible. What? did you see how ill that stale vain became him afore, of Sweet Wife, and Dear heart? and are you fallen just into the same now? with Sweet Husband. Away, follow him, go, keep state, what? Remember you are a woman: turn impudent: give him not the head, though you gi him the horns, Away. Exit Fallace. And yet me thinks you should take your leave of Infans-per dus here, your forlorn hope. How now Mounsieur Brisk: what? Friday at night? and in affliction too? and yet your Pulpa menta? your delicate Morsels: I perceive the affection of La die and Gentlewomen, pursues you wheresoever you go Mounsieur. Oh yes Sir: I can tell you a thing will distract you much better, believe it. Signior Deliro has entered three Actions against you, three Actions Mounsieur: marry one of them (I'll put you in comfort) is but three thousand mark, and the other two some five thousand pound together, trifles, trifles. Nay not altogether so Sir, the Knight must have his hundred pound repaid, that'll help too, and then sixscore pound for a Diamond: you know where? these be things will weigh Mounsieur; they will weigh. What do you sighs? this it is to kiss the hand of a Countess, to have his Coach sent for you, to hang Poinards in Ladies garters, to wear Bracelets of their hair, and for every one of these great uours to give some slight Jewel of five hundred cro nes, or so, why it's nothing. Now Mounsieur, you see the plague that treads o'the heals of your foppery, well, go your ways in; Remove your self to the twopenny ward quickly to save charges, and there set up your rest to spend Sir Puntars hundred pound for him. Away good Pomander, go. Blessed, Divine, Unblemished, Sacred, Pure, Glorious, Immortal, and indeed Immense; Oh that I had a world of Attributes, To lend or add to this high Majesty: Never till now did Object greet mine eyes With any light Content: but in her Graces All my malicious Powers have lost their stings: Envy is fled my Soul at sighed of her, And she hath chaced all black thoughts from my bosom, Like as the Sun does darkness from the world. My stream of Humour is run out of me: And as our Cities Torrent (bent t'infect The hallowed bowels of the silver Thames ) Is checked by strength and clearness of the River, Till it hath spent it self e'ene at the shore; So in the ample and unmeasured Flood Of her Perfections, are my Passion drowned: And I have now a Spirit as sweet and clear, As the most rarefied and subtle Air; With which, and with a heart as pure as Fire, (Yet humble as the Earth) do I implore, Oh Heaven: that She (whose Figure hath effected This change in me) may never suffer Change In her Admired and happy Government: May still this Island be called Fortunate, And Rugged Treason tremble at the found When Fame shall speak it with and Emphasis. Let foreign Policy be dull as Led, And pale Invasion come with half a heart When he but looks upon her blessed Soil: The Throat of War be stopped within her Land, And Turtle-footed Peace dance Fairy Rings About her Court; where never may there come Suspect or Danger, but all Trust and Safety: Let Flattery be dumb, and Envy blind In her dread Presence: Death himself admire her: And may her Virtues make him to forget The use of his inevitable hand. Fly from her Age; Sleep Time before her Throne, Our strongest wall falls down when she is gone. How now Sirs? how Like you it? hast not bentedious? How so? Alas, the poor Fantastic, he's scarce known To any Lady there: and those that know him, Know him the simplest man of all they know: Deride, and play upon his amorous Humours, Though he but Apishly does imitate The gallan't Courtiers, kissing ladies Pumps, Holding the Cloth for them, praising their Wits, And servilely observing every one, May do them pleasure: Fearful to be seen With any man (though he be never so worthy) That's not in grace with some that are the greatest. Thus Courtiers do, and these he counterfeits, But sets not such a sightly carriage Upon their vanities, as they themselves; And therefore they despise him: for indeed He's Like a Zani to a Tumbler, That tries tricks after him to make men laugh.