, her monkey and her puppy.[104] It shall be thy
task, Phantasma, to cut this gull's throat with fair terms; and, if he
hold fast for all thy juggling rhetoric, fall at defiance with him and
the poking-stick he wears.

PHANTASMA.
_Simul extulit ensem_.

INGENIOSO.
Come, brave imps,[105] gather up your spirits, and let us march on, like
adventurous knights, and discharge a hundred poetical spirits upon them.

PHANTASMA.
_Est deus in nobis: agitante calescimus illo_.

[_Exeunt_.

ACTUS III., SCAENA 5.

_Enter_ PHILOMUSUS, STUDIOSO.

STUDIOSO.
Well, Philomusus, we never 'scaped so fair a scouring: why, yonder are
pursuivants out for the French doctor, and a lodging bespoken for him
and his man in Newgate. It was a terrible fear that made us cast our
hair.

PHILOMUSUS.
And canst thou sport at our calamities,
And count'st us happy to 'scape prisonment?
Why, the wide world, that blesseth some with weal,[106]
Is to our chained thoughts a darksome jail.

STUDIOSO.
Nay, prythee, friend, these wonted terms forego;
He doubles grief, that comments on a woe.

PHILOMUSUS.
Why do fond men term it impiety
To send a wearisome, sad, grudging ghost
Unto his home, his long-long, lasting home?
Or let them make our life less grievous be,
Or suffer us to end our misery.

STUDIOSO.
O no; the sentinel his watch must keep,
Until his lord do licence him to sleep.

PHILOMUSUS.
It's time to sleep within our hollow graves,
And rest us in the darksome womb of earth:
Dead things are grav'd, our[107] bodies are no less
Pin'd and forlorn, like ghostly carcases.

STUDIOSO.
Not long this tap of loathed life can run;
Soon cometh death, and then our woe is done:
Meantime, good Philomusus, be content;
Let's spend our days in hopeful merriment.

PHILOMUSUS.
Curs'd be our thoughts, whene'er they dream of hope,
Bann'd be those haps, that henceforth flatter us,
When mischief dogs us still and still for ay,
From our first birth until our burying day:
In our first gamesome age, our doting sires
Carked and cared to have us lettered,
Sent us to Cambridge, where our oil is spent;
Us our kind college from the teat did tear,[108]
And forc'd us walk, before we weaned were.
From that time since wandered have we still
In the wide world, urg'd by our forced will,
Nor ever have we happy fortune tried;
Then why should hope with our rent state abide?
Nay, let us run unto the baseful cave,
Pigh