LANDOFF

For what thou daring Mortal? what wut thou do with Asmody, now thou hast brought him hither? Why very well Sir, and handsome, you look as if you had traveled for your Degree: but it's the better, for no experience is got without travail. No: then g e them me, I can. Enough to cast away and Urinal, or two. Why and that's sufficient. If it be troubled uva ter, let them carry it home again to make Lie with, it'll save Soap: But you must know Sir you must be reserved, and not a public Professor, Like your Tutor. If it please you Sir, you may take away the first partly of my Name, it does not found so well in a Sir uingman, because he is always at the heals of his Master. For your good Sir I wish it, and for brevity sake: beside Sir, you hannot one Scholar amongst twenty, but knows what Asmody is. I Sir, for I am now you know your Familiar. I must be so for I should have a sad Master of you else. And look you Sir, because you shannot prove me a Liar, here is your sweethearts Brother (in time of yore your Chamber-fellow) in a worse pickle then you, for he is in love Auriumtenus, you are but up to the mid dle. Oh Villain, they were Bedfellows together for a Twelvemonth. I thank you Sir. You employed not me to inquire of it. Oh Sir, all your brave Spirits keep at Court, And I know my distance. A pretty dumb show, this. And Cream. Something bold Sir, for Affinities sake. Why I say Sir, comfort your Friend, For ere The Sun shall twice to sea decline his golden beams I'll bring a Garland hither, made of all Flowers That every corner of the World contains, And with that Charm too, that it shall remain Beauteously flourishing, while he continues Warmed in the strength of his Affections. I beseech you stay, here is a promise of some mirth. Smirk, why he is gone. We do all see you. Very little to purpose indeed, Pardon me Liege, that virtue that it held, Came from my Art, and at some fitter time, I will acquaint you with the passages, How, and the cause for what it was intended: Your gracious Duchess knows and felt the worth, Hark, they approach. We must have Patience, for this verse wonnot come of so roundly as your Prose. 'Twere not a miss. Music— Excellent. I am of thy mind too. Ho, ho, ho, Thou foolish Thing without Art, and less Wit, Dost think it does require no more but so? It is thy Master's Masterpiece to do it, And thou dost call for nothing but thy Ruin. Thou art now in my power, and I can tear thee As small as Atomies, and throw thee off Like dust before a wind: yet for I know thou art Pupil unto my Master, and his Minion, And mayest hereafter with a word release me, Here vncoustrayn'd, I vow my self thy servant, And will (acquaint me with thy purposes) Effect them to the utmost of my power. I dare as well run on the sierie Sword that wounds Malantha, Thama, or Sitrami. I think not: for he hath given me liberty these five days. I am gone. And thou Wertenberg bold indeed: but youth is des- Respects not dangers, howsoever they look. (perat; I came my self unto this Art with trembling, And when I first had raised a Spirit up, My flesh me thought ran Like my blood about me, And I sat bathed in a cold faint swear. But he was far from raising any Spirit: He ran'hem so disordered, that no Devil, Though he had herd him, would have known his name. But it was my device, seeing him grow To extreme Melancholy and Discontent, To let him view these scattered papers thus, That I might found his grief, knowing how apt And covetous youth is of every knowledge, If he might learn it with a little babbling: But this is not and Art so to be gained. I'll follow him, attending still upon him, As if I were the Spirit he guesses me: And if there shall be cause, I'll play my partly So well, that men shall praise the Magic Art. No more, some few hours hence expect me. And bound him to a fiery chariot For threescore years, and after to be thrown Into the bottom of the burning lake, Boiling with Pitch and Sulphur. For his audaciousness. You coniurde him, into what? into a blue coat And a beard, did you not? look you ther's your Asmody. Come, you are a Novice, did you think you could Proceed in my own Art, but I should know it? I was that Asmody appeared to you, When you kept such a thundering, with words That were of as much effect to call or move Spirits, as mountains: But my Dorilus, My loving Pupil, for whose good I cannot With all the Art I have, labour enough. Presume upon me, for I do predict There will be needs of me, and of my Art Ere it be long: And unless it please My Pupil Bernard, here to turn me off, I'll even in to my livery again. Do so, and command me as you have done, I'll be unto your will obedient As your own limbs, and how so ere things sort, In spite of Fortune weel have a little sport. Thanks my industrious spirit. Nought else at this time, but on all occasions Thou in a thought be ready to attend. Begun. Dorilus, Bernard come forth, all things are at peace As your hearts shall be ere I partly from you, At least forsake you: Behold this little Ring, Purer then Crystal, full of subtler flame Then that which sparkles i'the Diamond; Of Virtue infinite beyond its Beauty. With this Ring Dorilus thou shalt free the Princess At least endeavour; it's certainly reported At her Arraignment, as the hour comes on, She shall have none to plead her cause for her, But her supposed crime laid open, and urged Withal the mouth of law, and so condemned: Yet thou that ever couldst speak well, without A cause so full of matter and of Truth, Shalt hid to all eyes, by virtue of this Ring, Become and Orator, and plead for her, And make the Court amazed to hear thee speak. But I'll amaze my Pupil Bernard more, When he shall stand by thee and hear thee talk, Yet not have pour to see thee: Put on this Ring, Now tell me Bernard where is Dorilus? Call to him, try if he hear thee, Look you Julia your Mistress, comfort her, And take the work upon you: I'll to my blue coat again, and instantly wait on you. Lost it, it cannot be. Seek good Sir. A Jewel we have lost. Come, let it alone. Yes, for lost it cannot be, if any find it, When I am pleased to have it, I will send A messenger shall fetch it with a vengeance. Prithee forbear, and let us hear my Lord. Weel wait on you tomorrow my good Lord. I, but if either of you go that way, you take And ill course in your journey. But in no worse trap then her lovers Arms That is not to be doubted neither. Ther's none if you see him. He has found the Ring. Nay most certain, and let him keep it, for be king ignorant in the virtue of it, it may be some sport to us to hear him chase being lost to all mankind. Thats true, wh lst he enjoys the invisible Ring. A plagy smart wench. Now step out altogether and salute him. Lay hold of whom. Come let him alone with it. Why here is Landoff sir, your poor friend in safety. Yes marry shall you, does not the Proclama cion tell you shall. Why the Duke does call you. He is gone again. Seize it and fly. The Cramp. What have you lost your Ring. Thats strange. Perhaps some new delights and rarer. For this day I am master of the Revels. Be it known unto all men that I,—of the Court, of Saxony, traveller, by degree a Lord, and a professed Champion for all Ladies in the lists of peace, do chal lenge all Courtiers whatsoever, without exceptions, nam tiue or strangers, toco ̄ fer, court, orco ̄ plement, in silence with discorsiue motion and true Actium of the face, hand, body, & leg, & afterwards with the vollubily of thetong, to talk longest, fastest & loudest, for sense I stand not upon ̄ it, being seldom regarded by the party courted, therefore indeed belongs not to the Courtier: also be it farther known that my assistants, Agents, or seconds, does challenge likewise all Courtiers whatsoever, at the true compendious form of compiling Epistles, alias Loveletters, to Ladies or Mistress's, either in Prose or Verse, with Proverbs, or without Proverbs, with Sentences, or without Sentences, Figures, or any other matter, to be performed Extempore, or not Extempore, accor ding as it shall please the Challenged, which is to say, the Defendant to determine: All which, that afore said, as well as this now spoken of, shall be performed by the said Challengers instantly; who only staying to hear of any Opponents, are both ready to enter. Give them room, and set a Table forth. Ridiculous enough. Yet there he had one. Very good, now lotdings lend your cares. And good reason. Peace. Nay Smirk silence, you must not interrupt your adversary. Again. I, marry Sir. I, here will be some sport now. Attention. There's and error little and loud my friend, but pass it. The fool grows serious. No faith, it may be his own, for I think his brain a little crazed, and mad men shoot forth strange things. Loath to grow tedious, yet once more we would try To give content out of variety. With once dance more this night sports weel end, Your pardon if with too much zeal we offend. No, I have clipped his wings.