HEURESIS

Three things have troubled my brain this many a day, and joust now, when I was laying hold on the Invention of the ̄ , your sudden call, made them Like Tantalus apples, fly from my ingers. The quadrature of a circle, the Philosophers stone and the next way to the Indies; I will Sir But what say you to the gentleman that was with you yesterday? The same, the same, Sir. You promised to help him out with the twentieth. Well Sir, but now for Master Inameratos love-letter. But what trick shall I invent for the conclusion? Master Gullio spoke for a new fashion, what for him? Nay then let me request one thing of you. Mistress Superbiam a Gentlewoman of my aquam ntance wished me to devise her a new set for her Ruff, and and odd tire, I pray sir help me out with it. I pray Sir, she hath a bade face, and feign would have suitors, Fantastical and odd apparel, would perchance draw some body to look on her. Very good Sir. Oh yes. Oh yes if any man can tell any tidings, of a spruce, neat, apish, nimle, finbe, foolish, absurd, humorous, conceited, Fantastic Gallant, with hollow eyes, sharp look, swart complexion, e her face, wearing as many toys in his appear rell, as fooleries in his looks and gesture, let him come orth & certify me thereof, and shall have for his reward.— In Pride, Decei , Prating, Lying, Cogging, Coins, Spite, Hate Sir. Hay in non-Latin alphabet . I have it, 'tis a men face in a loo king Glass. I see no reason to the contrary, for we see the quintes sense of Wine will convert Water into Wine; why therefore should not the Elixar of gold turn led into pure gold? But how shall I devise to blow the fire of Beeche coals, with a continual and equal blast? would? I will have my bellows driven with a wheel, which wheel shall be a self mover. And my wheel shall be Geometrically proportioned into 7. or 9. concave encircled arms, wherein I will put equal poises, hai, hai, hai, in non-Latin alphabet , I have it, I have it, I have it. But what's best to contain the Quicksilver? would? It must not be Iron, for Quicksilver is the tyrant of Mettles, and will soon fret it. Because he is always abusing me, and takes the upper hand of me every where. Have I been the Author of the seven liberal Scien ces, and consequently of all learning? have I been the patron of all Mechanical devises, to be thy inferior? I tell thee Anam nes es thou hast not so, much as a point but thou art beholding to me for it. Callest it hellish? thou liest it is the admirable'st inuen cion of all others, for whereas others imitate nature, this excels nature her self. But to show the strength of my conceit, I have found out a means to withstand the stroke of the most vio lent culvering: Mendatio thou sawest it when I demonstrated invention. Mendatio I prithee tell it him for I love not to be a trumpeter of mine own praises. Which is intolerable in Nature, for first shall the whole Machine of the world, heaven, earth, sea, and air, return to the mishapen house of Chaos, then the least vacuum be found in the universe. Anamnestes it's true, and I have and addition to this, which is to make the bullet, shot from the enemy, to return immediately upon the Gunner: but let all these pass, and say the worst thou canst against me. But sirrah, beside all this, I devised Pillories for such forging villains as thy self. Mendatio you offer me great wrong to hold me, in good-faith I shall fallen out with you. Yes Sir, what then? Well, well, if you will needs have it so? Whist. And it please you sir, I think you are devising how to answer a man that asks you nothing. No questionless, they be all fast a sleep. I know sir she is fast a sleep, for her mouth is shut. My Lord, here's a fat rascal was lurking in a bush very suspiciously, his name he says is Crapulam. Phantastes not at Court? is't possible it's the strangest accident that ever was herd oft, I had thought the Ladies and Gallants would never lie without him. A box o'the ear sura, (snap) Do you bite you Rascal? What will you do? My Master, where is he? Anamnestes, I scorn that thou shouldst think I go away for fear of any thing thou canst do unto me; here's my hand assoon as thou canst pick the least occasion, put up thy fin her I am for thee. Nor Brass, nor Copper, nor Mastlin, nor Mineral, in non-Latin alphabet , I have it, I have it, it must be.