GRANICHUS

Manes, it is pity so proper a man should be cast away upon a Philosopher: but that Diogenes that dog should have Manes that dogbolte, it grieveth nam ture and spiteth art: the one having found the so dis solute, absolute I would say, in body, the other so single singular in mind. I think Diogenes keeps but cold cheer. What then, luck warm? That made Manes run from his master last day. As how? Yes. True. O bade. Ah firs, my master is a king in his parlour for the body, & a God in his study for the soul. Among all his men he commends one that is and excellent Musician, then stand I by and clap another on the shoul der and say, this is a passing good Cook. What dost thou then? But how dost thou then live? Well, for this time I will staunch thy gut, and a mong pots and platters thou shalt see what it is to serve Plato. And other commodity of emptiness. Then stay thou behind, and I will go with Psyllus. Oh Dog. That is easy without thy light to be found, be not all these men? What beast is it thou lookest for? What wouldst thou do, if thou shouldst find Manes? Whats that? But put the case he were gone, wouldst thou entertain any of us two? Why, I am a scholar, and well seen in Phi losophy. You are taken tardy. Come, let us reconcile them How now Manes, art thou gone from thy master. Why, thou art as dogged as he. Why, is it supper time with Diogenes? Where shall we meet. What Psyllus, will the beast wag his wings to day? How is he furnished to fly, hath he feathers? Nor I. It were a good deed Manes, to beat thy mai ster.