me mad,
And now my wits begin to gad,
But sure I know not whither._

Dorilus. _O _Doron_ let me hug thee then,
There neuer was two madder men,
Then let vs on together._

Doron. Hermes _the winged Horse bestrid,
And thorow thick and thin he rid, 70
And floundred throw the Fountaine._

Dorilus. _He spurd the Tit vntill he bled,
So that at last he ran his head
Against the forked Mountaine,_

Doron. _How sayst thou, but pyde _Iris_ got
Into great _Iunos_ Chariot,
I spake with one that saw her._

Dorilus. _And there the pert and sawcy Elfe,
Behau'd her as twere _Iuno's_ selfe,
And made the Peacocks draw her._ 80

Doron. _Ile borrow _Phoebus_ fiery Iades,
With which about the world he trades,
And put them in my Plow._

Dorilus. _O thou most perfect frantique man,
Yet let thy rage be what it can,
Ile be as mad as thou._

Doron. _Ile to great _Iove_, hap good, hap ill,
Though he with Thunder threat to kill,
And beg of him a boone._

Dorilus. _To swerue vp one of _Cynthias_ beames, 90
And there to bath thee in the streames.
Discouerd in the Moone._

Doron. _Come frolick Youth and follow me,
My frantique boy, and Ile show thee
The Countrey of the Fayries._

Dorilus. _The fleshy Mandrake where't doth grow
In noonshade of the Mistletow,
And where the Phoenix Aryes._

Doron. _Nay more, the Swallowes winter bed,
The Caverns where the Winds are bred, 100
Since thus thou talkst of showing._

Dorilus. _And to those Indraughts Ile thee bring,
That wondrous and eternall spring
Whence th' Ocean hath its flowing._

Doron. _We'll downe to the darke house of sleepe,
Where snoring _Morpheus_ doth keepe,
And wake the drowsy Groome._

Dorilus. _Downe shall the Dores and Windowes goe,
The Stooles vpon the Floare we'll throw,
And roare about the Roome._ 110

The Muses here commanded them to stay,
Commending much the caridge of their Lay
As greatly pleasd at this their madding Bout,
To heare how brauely they had borne it out
From first to the last, of which th