PSYLLUS

Then art thou in a state of life, which Philo sophers commend. A crumb for thy supper, and hand for thy cup, and thy clothes for thy sheets. For Naturam paucis contenta. Whats that? Manes had reason: for his name foretold as much. You know that it is called Mons, à movendo, because it stands still. And thou art nam Manes, à manendo, be cause thou runnest away. To a prison, because thou wouldst have lea sure to contemplate. Excellent ill. And me. I serve Apelles, who feeds me, as Dioge nes doth Manes, for at dinner the one preacheth absti nence, the other commends counterfeiting: when I would eat meat, he paints a spit, & when ̄ I thirst, Oh faith he, is not this a fair pot, and points to a table, which contains the banquet of the Gods, where are many di shes to feed the eye, but not to fill the gut. This does he then bring in many examples that some have lived by favours, & proves that much easier it is to fat by colours, and tells of birds that have been fatted by painted grapes in winter: & how many have so fed their eyes with their mistress picture, that they never desired to take food, being glutted with the delight in their favours. Then does he show me cou ̄ terfeites, such as have furfeited with their filthy & loath some vomits, and with the riotous Bacchanalles of the God Bacchus, and his disorderly crew, which are painted all to the life in his shop. To continued ̄ clude, I fare hardly, though I go richly, which makes me when I should begin to sha dow a Ladies face, to draw a Lambs head, and sometime to set to the body of a maid a shoulder of mutton: for semper animus meus est in patinis. For joy of Granichus lets sing. Behold Manes where thy master is, seeking either for bones for his dinner, or pins for his sleeves. I will go salute him. All hail Diogenes to your proper person. What dost thou seek for here? He is a beast in deed that will serve thee. Why, hast thou no need of Manes? What? And I a prentice, and well seen in painting. Let us slip aside Gravickiis, to see the salutati on between Manes and his master. Oh sweet concent between a crowd and a Jews harp. It shall not need: for this is their use, now do they dine one upon another. Why, you were at mortalliars. My father knew them both little whelps. Why then every man to his home, and let us steal out again anon. Why, at Ala vendibili suspensam badera non est e put. It is always my masters fashion, when any fair gentlewoman is to be drawn within, to make me to stay without. But if he should paint Jupiter Like a Bull, Like a Swan Like and Eagle, then must Psyllus with one hand grind colours, and with the other hold the candle. But let him alone, the better he shadows her face, the more will he burn his own heart. And now if a man could mere with Manes, who I dare say, looks as lean, as if Diogenes dropped out of his nose. Then I hope thou art very hungry. But dost thou not remember that we have certain liquour to confer withal. Why, what hast thou lost? Foul lubber wilt thou cry for thy dinner? Why fool, that is all one, for if thou cry, thou must needs make a noise. Profound Manes. No verily, why, whats a quip? How canst thou thus divine, divide, define, di spute, and all on the sudden? Well, then will not I tempt thy gibing spirit. Let me cross my self: for I die, if I cross thee. The Gods shield me from such a fine fellow, whose words melt wits Like wax. It is a jest. Well, I will be the crier. I do not think he will fly. Fly. Which way callest thou the backway, when e very way is open. Well, let us go away, that we may return spee dely. No where but here. He was a king, I meant no mean body. I will not lose the flight of so fair a foul as Di ogenes is, though my master cogel my no body, as he threatened. Touch him Manes. I care not, it was sportynogh for me to see these old huddles hit home. Come, let us go, and hereafter when I mean to raise upon any body openly, it shall be given out, I will fly. I shall be hanged for tarrying so long. Away Manes, my master does come. We shall hear: for here comes Manes: Manes will it be? No body.