VISUS

Gustus good day. That face is his, or else mine eye's deceived, Why how now Tactum , what so gorgeous? I can discern no weapons, will he kill us? Why, art thou mad? Why what's the matter Tactus prethe tell me? I'll see the end though he should unlock Hell: And set infernal hags at liberty, I know no dange , leave these circumstances. The plague, away good Gustus lets be gone, I doubt it's true, now I remember me, Crumena Vacuam never wants the plague. I willingly would stay to do thee good. Tactus farewell, yet die with this good hope, Thy corpse shall be interred as they ought. Had he not wings upon his feet and shoulders? Doubtless it he, but say my Boy what did he? What Tactus? Since you must needs die, do as others do, Leave all your goods behind you; bequeathe the Crown and Robe, to your executo S. Come, come deliver: No but a Crown, thats joust more then your own. Would, whats this? 'tis a very small hand, What Inscription is this? He of the five that proves himself the best, Shall have his Temples with this Coronet blessed. This Crown is mine, and mine this garment is, For I have always been accounted best. Give me it or else— Saucebox go meddle with your Ladies fa ne, and prate not here. Sirrah be still. Tactus upon thine honour, I challenge thee to meet me here, Strong as thou canst provide in than flernoone. Auditus shall we make our forces double, Upon the same to mes. Come lets away fear not the victory. Rights more advantage, then and host of soldiers. Lo here the object that delights the sighed, The goodliest objects that ma S hea to can wish, For a l things that the Orb first moveable, Wrappes in the circuit of his large-stretched arms, Are subject to the power of eyes, That you may know what profit light does bring, Note Lumcu words that speaks next following. He represents the heaven. Then none could understand him. An't Like your Lordship, t'were and indecorum Terra should speak. It's Colour and object of mine, subject to his continued ̄ mandment. He is so bashful, he dares not speak for blushing: What thing is that, tell me without delay. Under the forehead of mount Cephalon, That over-peers the coast of Microco me, All in the shadow of two pleasant groves, Stand my two mansion houses, both as round As the clear heavens, both twins as Like each other As star to star, which by the vulger sort, For their resplendent composition, Are nam the bright eyes of mount Cephalon: With four fair rooms those lodgings are contrived. Four goodly rooms in form most spherical, Closing each other Like the heavenly orbs: The first whereof, of Nature's substance wrought, As a strange moat the other to defend, Is trained moveable by Art divine: Stirring the whole compacture of the rest, The second chamber is most curiously Composed of burnished, and transparent horn. The third's a lesser room of purest glass, The fourth's smallest, but passes all the former, In worth of matter built most sumptuously; With walls transparent of pure Crystalline. This the souls mirror and the bodies guide, Loves Cabinet bright beacons of the Realm, Casements of light quiver of Cupid's shafts: Wherein I fit and immediately receive, The species of things corporeal, Keeping continual watch and centinel; Least foreign hurt invade our Microcosm, And warning give, (if pleasant things approach) To entertain them, from this coastly room: Leads my Lord and entry to your house, Through which I hourly to your self convey Matters of wisdom by experience bred: Arts first invention, pleasant vision, Deep contemplation, that attires the soul, In gorgeous robes of flowering literature: Then if that Visus have deserved best, Let his victorious brow, with Crown be blessed. I was loath to trouble your honours with such toys, neither could I provide them in so short a time. I most humbly thank your Lordship's. Oh that I could but find the villain Outis, Outis the v llaine, that thus blinded me. I I but once lay hands upon the slave, That thus hath robbed me of my dearest tewell, I'll rend the Milcreant into a thousand pieces. And gnash his trembling members betwixt my teeth, Drinking his live-warm blood to satissie, The boiling thirst of pain and surio snesse, That thus exasperates great Pol pheme. Find me out Outis, search the rocks, and woods, The hill es and dales, and all the Coast's adjoining. That I may have him, and revenge my wrong, What's he that calls me Visus? dost not know. Sage Telemus, I now too late admire, Thy deep foresight and skill in Prophecy, Who whilom toldst me, that in time to come Ulysses should deprive me of my sighed. And now the slave that marched in Outis name, Is proved V sses, and by this device, Hath escaped my hands, and fled away by Sea, Leaving me desolate in eternal night. Ah wretched Polypheme, where's all thy hope, And longing for thy beauteous Galatea? She scorned thee once, but now she will detest, And loath to look upon thy darkened face: Aye me most miserable Polphemus. But as for , heaven and earth Send vengeance ever on thy damned head. In joust re enge of my great injury. Who is he that dares to touch me? Cyclops come? Come all ye Cyclop's help to rescue me. Do you see the full Moon yonder, and not the man in it, why me thinks it's too, too evident, I see his dog very plain, and look you, joust under his tail is a Thorn bush of Furs. I'll lay my life that Gentlewoman is painted: well. well I know it, mark but her nose, do you not see the complexion crack out, I must confess it's a good picture. Hai, rett, rett, rett, now bird, now,—look about that bush, she trust her thereabouts,—here she is, beware wing Cater, beware wing, avant. He hath so many motions he knows not which to begin withal. By heavens bright Sun, the days most glorious eye, That lighteneth all the world but Polypheme, And by mine eye that once was answerable Unto that Sun, but now's extinguished. TO ease hands, that wh lom tote up sturdy Oaks, And rend the rock that dashed out Acis brains, Both in the stole-bliss of my Galate , Serve now (o misery) to no better use, But for bade guides to my unskilful feet. Never accustomed thus to be directed.