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_Enter 2 Gentlemen._

_1 Gent_. How now, how does he?

_Leo_. Nay, if I tell ye, hang me, or any man else
That hath his nineteen wits; he has the bots I think,
He groans, and roars, and kicks.

_2 Gent_. Will he speak yet?

_Leo_. Not willingly:
Shortly he will not see a man; if ever
I look'd upon a Prince so metamorphos'd,
So juggl'd into I know not what, shame take me;
This 'tis to be in love.

_1 Gent_. Is that the cause on't?

_Leo_. What is it not the cause of but bear-baitings?
And yet it stinks much like it: out upon't;
What giants, and what dwarffs, what owls and apes,
What dogs, and cats it makes us? men that are possest with it,
Live as if they had a Legion of Devils in 'em,
And every Devil of a several nature;
Nothing but Hey-pass, re-pass: where's the _Lieutenant_?
Has he gather'd up the end on's wits again?

_1 Gent_. He is alive: but you that talk of wonders,
Shew me but such a wonder as he is now.

_Leo_. Why? he was ever at the worst a wonder.

_2 Gent_. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir.

_Leo_. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen
We have such Prodigies?

_2 Gent_. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters;
He talks now of the King, no other language,
And with the King as he imagines, hourly.
Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King,
Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours.

_Leo_. Does he not lye i'th' King street too?

_1 Gent_. He's going thither,
Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages,
Turns all his Proclamations into metre;
Is really in love with the King, most dotingly,
And swears _Adonis_ was a Devil to him:
A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King--

_2 Gent_. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King
Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures,
Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour;
And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow?

_1 Gent_. Will as familiarly kiss the King['s] horses
As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman.

_Leo_. Why, this is above Ela?
But how comes this?

_1 Gent_. Nay that's to understand yet,
But thus it is, and this part but the poorest,
'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these.

_2 Gent_. With sighs as though his heart would break:
Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit.

_Leo_. I must go see him presently,
For this is such a gig, for certain, Gentlemen,
The Fiend rides on a Fiddle-stick.

_2 Gent_. I