PLATONICUS

What sighed Publius? Whose Triumph? Didst thou see it? No, I think, some rid. Though thy body was pinched, thine eyes were feasted. Yes. I stood not, In my study. I confess it, what of that? But I did, and a true one, thine was but a show. It did so. And traveled to better purpose then most men do, that go, and see, and say, but know nothing. That's impossible; The meat thou hast lately fed upon, is so windy, out it must, thou wilt burst else. Purge then, and tell thy Doctor all. Of wood, perhaps gilded, perhaps gold. But I will save you all those charges, if you will go on to the Per sons, and let the Pageants alone. Nay good Publius, now thou art too brief. Nay prithee be not angry. That's most certain. I confess thou hast made more haste, then good speed: But for a supplement to thy lame Story, Know, I have seen this brave ALBANACIUS Caesar, seen him with the eyes of understanding, viewed all his Actions; look't into his Mind: which I find armed with so many moral virtues that he daily Conquers a world of Vices, which are wild Beasts indeed. For example Ambition, is a Lion; Cruelty, a Bear; Avarice, a Wolf. Yet He subdues them all. To be short, no Vice is so small, to escape him: Nor so great, but he overcomes it: And in that fashion he Triumphs overall the Kings, and Queens that went before him. All his Passion, are his true Subjects: And Knowledge, Judgement, Merit, Bounty and the Like, are fit Comma dears, for such a General, That see Triumph with him, And these are the Princes you saw about him. And this Publius, is more then you can find in the street. What's that? To Gaze. Why beforehand I know there will be Gladiators, Saltators, and sights to please the People. Wertenberg not thou better stay here, and see Caesar present himself to this fair Goddess, seeking sweet rest, after all his labors. Then after a Play, thou art all for a Prize. At this time, I am. For I will go with thee, if it be but to teach thee to Read in thy own Book. Outsides, have Insides, Shells, have Kernels in them. And under every Fable, nay (almost) under every thing, lies a Moral. What art thou doing Publius. To what end? What should lie under a stone, but a Worm, or a Hoglouse. Such thanks have they that teach such Sch l le. Come away Fool, they begin to throng to the Theater.