MEREFOOL

O, o! No! no Intelligence! Not yet! and all my vows now nine days old! Blindness of fate! Puppies had seen by this time: But I see nothing! that I should! or would see! What mean the Brothers of the Rosy-cross So to desert their votary! Have I both in my lodging, and my diet, My clothes, and every other solemn charge Observed them! made the naked boards my bed! A faggot for my pillow! hungered soar! To look gaunt, and lean! (Who's that?) yes, and outwatched, Yea, and out-walked any Ghost alive In solitary circle, worn my boots, Knees, arms, and elbows out! That have I (who suggests that?) and for more Then I will speak of, to abate this flesh, And have not gained the sighed; (Voice, thou art right) of any thing but a cold Wind in my stomach. Here in my head, that puts me to the staggers, Whither there be that Brotherhood, or no. What shall I see? Thee? Where? Sir, our name is Merry-fool. But by contraction Mere-fool. OVTIS? who is he? Is't possible They think on me? For me? What had he? Where? But how? I looked S r . for a halter, I was desperate. Oh S r . a broken sleeve Keeps the arm back as'tis i'the proverb. By my place, I know it. Oh, come, tinct me, Tinct me: I long, save this great belly, I long. But shall I only see? Is that my style? My Greatness, then, Would see King Zoroastres. I have named him. I, I have reason. Because he's said to be the Father of conjurers, And a cunning man i'the stars. Then, Hermes Trismegistus. No, him I have a mind to. Let me see Pythagoras. or Plato, Then, Archimedes. I, or Aesop. Scogan? what was he? But, wrote he Like a Gentleman? And why. I had rather see a Brathman, Or a Gymnosophist yet. A pretty game! Like Crambe. M r . Scogan, Give me thy hand. Thou'art very lean, me thinks. Is't living by thy wits? Or is, or shall be. You talked of Elinor Rumming, I had rather See Ellen of Troy. What! are they vanished! where is skipping Skelton? Or moral Scogan? I do Like their show And would have thankt'hem, being the first grace The Company of the Rosy-cross hath done me.