FANCY

Save your self sir, your name's Opinion. Right. I come to do you honour with my friends here And help the Masque. How many Antimasquesha they? Of what nature? For these are Fancies that take most, your dull And phlegmatic inventions are exploded, Give me a nimble Antimasque. No Antimasque. Bid'em down with the Scene, and fell the Timber, Send Jupiter to grass, and bid Apollo Keep Cows again, take all their gods and goddesses, For these must farse up this nights entertainment, And pray the Court may have some mercy on they, They will be jeerd to death else for their ignorance, The soul of wit moves here, yet there be some If my intelligence fail not, mean to show Themselves jeer Majors, some tall Critics have Planted Artillery and wit murderers. No Antimasque? Let they look too't. You have charmed me, I'll be their friend tonight, I have a Fancy Already. The first Antimasque We will present our selves in our own persons, What think you on't? most grave Opinion You shall do well to led though dance, and give it Authority with your face, your lady may Admire what she finds new. They tumble, My skull's too narrow. Confidence, wait you upon Opinion, Here Admiration, there Novelty, This is a place for Jollity and Laughter Fancy will dance himself too. How Like you this device? I imagine, nay, I'm not ignorant of proprieties And persons, 'tis a time of peace, isle fit you. And instantly make you a representation Of the effect. And since in nothing, they are more expressed Then in good fellowship, isle present you with a Tavern. O the Beggars show The benefit of peace. I apprehend, If these distaste you, I can fit you with Persons more cleanly, What think you of Projectors? Here's one already. His habit speaks him A Country fellow, that has sold his acres To purchase him a flail, which by the motion Of a quaint wheel, shall without help of hands, Thresh Corn all day, and now he lays about him. A new project, A Case to walk you all day under water. So vast for the necessity of air, Which, with and artificial bellows cold Under each arm, is kept still from corruption, with those glass eyes, he sees, and can fetch up Gold, or what ever Jewels have been lost, In any River of the World. This grave man, some years passed was a Physician, A Galenist, and parcel Paracelsus, Thrin'd by diseases, but quite lost his practice, To study a new way to fatten Poultry With scrapings of a Carrot, a great benefit To the Commonwealth. This is a kind of Seagull too, that will Compose a ship to sail against the winds. He'll undertake to built a most strong castle On Goodwin sands, to melt huge Rocks to jelley, And cut they out Like sweetmeats with his keel, And thus he sails. I can furnish you. If these objects Please not, Fancy can present a change, What see you now? These can imagination create, Silence, observe. You speak as if Fancy could be exhaust, Invention flows From and immortal spring, you shall taste other Variety, nimble as thought. We change the Scene. Dotterels, be patient, and expect. Let they enjoy their Fancies.