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riend! what is he; do not I know him? Hor. No, sir, you do not know him; and 'tis not the worse for him. Cris. What's his name 1 where is he lodged? Hor. Where I shall be fearful to draw you out of your way, sir; a great way hence; pray, sir, let's part. Cris. Nay, but where is't? I prithee say. Hor. On the far side of all Tyber yonder, by Caesar's gardens. Cris. O, that's my course directly; I am for you. Come, go; why stand'st thou? Hor. Yes, sir: marry, the plague is in that part of the city; I had almost forgot to tell you, sir. Cris. Foh! it is no matter, I fear no pestilence; I have not offended Phoebus. Hor. I have, it seems, or else this heavy scourge Could ne'er have lighted on me. Cris. Come along. Hor. I am to go down some half mile this way, sir, first, to speak with his physician; and from thence to his apothecary, where I shall stay the mixing of divers drugs. Cris. Why, it's all one, I have nothing to do, and I love not to be idle; I'll bear thee company. How call'st thou the apothecary? Hor. O that I knew a name would fright him now!--- Sir, Rhadamanthus, Rhadamanthus, sir. There's one so called, is a just judge in hell, And doth inflict strange vengeance on all those That here on earth torment poor patient spirits. Cris. He dwells at the Three Furies, by Janus's temple. Hor. Your pothecary does, sir. Cris. Heart, I owe him money for sweetmeats, and he has laid to arrest me, I hear: but Hor: Sir, I have made a most solemn vow, I will never bail any man. Oris. Well then, I'll swear, and speak him fair, if the worst come. But his name is Minos, not Rhadamanthus, Horace. Hor. That may be, sir, I but guess'd at his name by his sign. But your Minos is a judge too, sir. Cris I protest to thee, Horace, (do but taste me once,) if I do know myself, and mine own virtues truly, thou wilt not make that esteem of Varius, or Virgil, or Tibullus, or any of 'em indeed, as now in thy ignorance thou dost; which I am content to forgive: I would fain see which of these could pen more verses in a day, or with more facility, than I; or that could court his mistress, kiss her hand, make better sport with her fan or her dog Hor. I cannot bail you yet, sir. Cris. Or that could move his body more gracefully, or dance better; you should see me, were it not in the street
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