er hair of gold, her eyes of
diamond, her cheeks of roses, her lips of rubies, her teeth of pearl,
and her whole body of ivory; and when they have thus idoled her like
Pygmalion, they fall down and worship her.[222] Psyche, thou hast laid a
hard task upon my shoulders to invent at every one's ask. Were it not
that I refresh my dulness once a day with thy most angelical presence,
'twere impossible for me to undergo it.

SCAENA TERTIA.

COMMUNIS SENSUS, _a grave man, in a black velvet cassock
like a councillor, speaks coming out of the door_.

COMMUNIS SENSUS, PHANTASTES.

COM. SEN. I cannot stay, I tell you. 'Tis more than time I were at
court. I know my sovereign Psyche hath expected me this hour.

PHA. In good time; yonder comes Common Sense. I imagine it should be
he by his voice.

COM. SEN. Crave my counsel! Tell me what manner of man he is? Can he
entertain a man in his house? Can he hold his velvet cap in one hand,
and vail[223] his bonnet with the other? Knows he how to become a
scarlet gown? Hath he a pair of fresh posts at his door?[224]

PHA. He's about some hasty state matters. He talks of posts, methinks.

COM. SEN. Can he part a couple of dogs brawling in the street? Why,
then, choose him mayor. Upon my credit, he'll prove a wise officer.

PHA. Save you, my lord; I have attended your leisure this hour.

COM. SEN. Fie upon't! What a toil have I had to choose them a mayor
yonder? There's a fusty currier will have this man; there's a chandler
wipes his nose on his sleeve, and swears it shall not be so; there's a
mustard-maker looks as keen as vinegar will have another. O, this
many-headed multitude, 'tis a hard matter to please them!

PHA. Especially where the multitude is so well-headed. But I pray you,
where's Master Memory? Hath he forgotten himself, that he is not here?

COM. SEN. 'Tis high time he were at court. I would he would come.

SCAENA QUARTA.

MEMORY, _an old decrepit man, in a black velvet cassock,[225]
a taffeta gown furred with white grogram, a white beard, velvet
slippers, a watch, staff, &c_. ANAMNESTES, _his page, in a grave
satin suit, purple buskins, a garland of bays and rosemary, a
gimmal ring[226] with one link hanging, ribbons and threads tied
to some of his fingers; in his hand a pair of table-books, &c_.

MEMORY, ANAMNESTES, PHANTASTES, COMMUNIS SENSUS.

MEM. How soon a wise man shall have his wish!

COM. SEN. M