'll pawn my wits, that is, my revenues, my land, my money, and
whatsoever I have, for I have nothing but my wit, that they are at hand.
Why, any sensible snout may wind Master Amoretto and his pomander,
Master Recorder and his two neat's feet that wear no socks, Sir Raderic
by his rammish complexion; _Olet Gorgonius hircum, sicut Lupus in
fabula_. Furor, fire the touch-box of your wit: Phantasma, let your
invention play tricks like an ape: begin thou, Furor, and open like a
flap-mouthed hound: follow thou, Phantasma, like a lady's puppy: and as
for me, let me alone; I'll come after, like a water-dog, that will shake
them off when I have no use of them. My masters, the watchword is given.
Furor, discharge.

FUROR to SIR RADERIC.
The great projector of the thunderbolts,
He that is wont to piss whole clouds of rain
Into the earth, vast gaping urinal,
Which that one-ey'd subsizer of the sky,
Dan Phoebus, empties by calidity;
He and his townsmen planets brings to thee
Most fatty lumps of earth's fecundity.[112]

SIR RADERIC.
Why, will this fellow's English break the Queen's peace?
I will not seem to regard him.

PHANTASMA _to_ AMORETTO.
[_Reads from a Horace, addressing himself_.]
_Mecaenas, atavis edite regibus,
O, et praesidium et dulce decus meum,
Dii faciant votis vela secunda tuis_.

INGENIOSO.
God save you, good Master Recorder, and good fortunes follow your
deserts.
I think I have cursed him sufficiently in few words. [_Aside_.

SIR RADERIC.
What have we here? three begging soldiers?
Come you from Ostend or from Ireland?

PAGE.
_Cujum pecus? an Melibaei?_ I have vented all the Latin one man had.

PHANTASMA.
_Quid dicam amplius? domini similis os_.

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
Let him [not] alone, I pray thee. To him again: tickle him there!

PHANTASMA.
_Quam dispari domino dominaris?_

RECORDER.
Nay, that's plain in Littleton; for if that fee-simple and fee-tail be
put together, it is called hotch-potch. Now, this word hotch-potch in
English is a pudding; for in such a pudding is not commonly one thing
only, but one thing with another.

AMORETTO.
I think I do remember this also at a mooting in our Temple. So then this
hotch-potch seems a term of similitude?

FUROR to SIR RADERIC.
Great Capricornus, of thy head take keep:
Good Virgo, watch, while that thy worship sleep;
And when thy swelling vents amain,
Then Pisces be thy sporting chamberlain.

SIR RADERIC.
I think the devil hath sent some of h