GUSTUS

I cannot have a bade, Meeting so fair and omen as your self. Saw you not Tactus, I should speak with him. Where didst thou get these fair habiliments? Why dost threaten so? How full of ceremonies sure he'll conjure, For such Like Robes Magicians use to wear. You mean Cremonam a little Town hard by. Tactus I'll put my self in jeopardy to pleasure thee. Farewell. My life, it Mercury. What marks had he? This was the plauge vexed him so, Tactus your Grave gapes, for you are you ready: Neither of yours, but mine as much as both, Presumptuous as you are— Tactus I'll join with thee, on this condition, That if we win, he that fought best of us, Shall have the Crown, the other wear the Robe. My servant Appetitus follows with them. Who cries out murder! What a woman slain? My Lady king a dead? o Heavens injust Can you behold this fact, this bloody fact! And shower not fire upon the murderer? Ah peerless Linguam mistress of heavenly words, Sweet tongue of eloquence, the life of fame, Heart's deam e enchantress what disaster fates Have reft this Jewel from our commonwealth. Gustus the Ruby that adorns thy ring, Lo here defect, how shalt thou led thy days, Wanting the sweet Companion of thy life. But in dark sorrow and dull melancholy, But tay? whose this? inhumane wretch: Blou - him sty miscreant, is this thy handy work? To kill a woman, a harmless Lady? Villain prepare thy self draw, or isle sheath my faucheon in thy sides. There take the guerdon fit sor murderers. Eat not too many of those Apples, they be very sl tiue? Say you so, is a Marrow Pie the Helena of meats? give meet, if I play not Paris hang me, Boy a clean Trencher? Right Sir, but Men now a days drink often when they be not dry, beside I could not get read hearings and dri ed neats tongues enough to apparel him in. I put and Octave of lambics in his mouth, and he hath drunk it down. Near to the lowly base of Cehalon, My house is placed, not much unlike a Cave. Yet arched above by wondrous workmanship With hewed stones wrought smoother and more fine Then Jeat or Marble fair from Island brought. Over the door directly does incline A fair Percullis of compacture strong, To shut out all that may annoy the state, Or health of Microcosm; and within Is spread along board Like a pliant tongue, At which I hourly fit, and trial take, Of meats and drinks needful and delectable: Twice every day do I provision m ke For the sumptious kitchen of the common wealth, which once well boiled, is soon distributed, To all the members, well refreshing them With good supply of strength-renewing food, Should I neglect this musing diligence The body of the Realm would ruinate: Your self my Lord with all your policies And wondi ous wit, could not preserve your self, Nor you Phantastes, not you Memory; Psyche her self, were't not that I repair Her crazy house with props of nourishment, Would soon forsake us: for whose dearest sake Many a grievous pain have I sustained, By bitter pills, and sour purgations, Which if I had not valiantly abidden, She had been long ere this departed, Since the whole Microcosm I maintain, Let me as Prince, above the Senses ra gne. We thank your Lordship, and rest well content with e quall arbitrement. I beseech your Lordship's and your assistants, (the one lie cause of our friendship,) to grace my table with your most welcome presence this night at supper. I hope I shall not have the denial at your hands my Masters, and you my Lady Linguam, come let us drown all our anger in a bowl of hippocras. It'll make a fine toothpick: that Larks heel there, o do not burn it.