e Senses fell out about a crown fallen from heaven, and
pitched a field for it; but Vicegerent Common Sense, hearing of it, took
upon him to umpire the contention, in which regard he hath appointed
them (their arms dismissed) to appear before him, charging every one to
bring, as it were in a show, their proper objects, that by them he may
determine of their several excellencies.

ANA. When is all this?

MEN. As soon as they can possibly provide.

ANA. But can he tell which deserves best by their objects?

MEN. No, not only; for every Sense must describe his instrument, that
is, his house, where he performs his daily duty, so that by the object
and the instrument my lord can with great ease discern their place and
dignities.

ANA. His lordship's very wise.

MEN. Thou shalt hear all anon. Fine Master Phantastes and thy master
will be here shortly. But how is't, my little rogue? methinks thou
look'st lean upon't!

ANA. Alas! how should I do otherwise, that lie all night with such a
raw-boned skeleton as Memory, and run all day on his errands? The
churl's grown so old and forgetful, that every hour he's calling,
Anamnestes, Remembrance; where art, Anamnestes? Then presently
something's lost. Poor I must run for it, and these words, _Run, boy;
come, sirrah, quick, quick, quick_! are as familiar with him as the
cough, never out on's mouth.

MEN. Alack, alack! poor rogue, I see my fortunes are better. My lady
loves me exceedingly; she's always kissing me, so that I tell thee, Nam,
Mendacio's never from betwixt her lips.

ANA. Nor I out of Memory's mouth,[241] but in a worse sort, always
exercising my stumps, and, which is more, when he favours best, then I
am in the worst taking.

MEN. How so?

ANA. Thus: when we are friends, then must I come and be dandled upon his
palsy-quaking knees, and he'll tell me a long story of his acquaintance
with King Priamus and his familiarity with Nestor, and how he played at
blowpoint[242] with Jupiter, when he was in his sidecoats, and how he
went to look bird-nests with Athous,[243] and where he was at
Deucalion's flood, and twenty such old wives' tales.

MEN. I wonder he, being so old, can talk so much.

ANA. Nature, thou know'st, knowing what an unruly engine the tongue is,
hath set teeth round about for watchmen. Now, sir, my master's old age
hath coughed out all his teeth, and that's the cause it runs so much at
liberty.

MEN. Philosophical!

ANA. O, but there's one t