pillories for such forging
villains as thyself.

ANA. Call'st me villain?

[_They fight, and are parted by_ MENDACIO.

MEN. You shall not fight as long as I am here. Give over, I say.

HEU. Mendacio, you offer me great wrong to hold me: in good faith,
I shall fall out with you.

MEN. Away, away, away; you are Invention, are you not?

HEU. Yes, sir; what then?

MEN. And you Remembrance?

ANA. Well, sir, well?

MEN. Then I will be Judicium, the moderator betwixt you, and make you
both friends; come, come, shake hands, shake hands.

HEU. Well, well, if you will needs have it so.

ANA. I am in some sort content.

[MENDACIO _walks with them, holding them by the hands_.

MEN. Why, this is as it should be; when Mendacio hath Invention on the
one hand, and Remembrance on the other, as he'll be sure never to be
found with truth in his mouth, so he scorns to be taken in a lie. Eh,
eh, eh, my fine wags? Whist!

[COMMUNIS SENSUS _and the rest are seen to approach_.]

ANA. Whist!

HEU. Whist!

SCAENA SECUNDA.

COMMUNIS SENSUS, MEMORY, PHANTASTES, HEURESIS, ANAMNESTES,
_take their places on the bench as before_, AUDITUS _on the
stage, a page before him, bearing his target, the field Sable,
a heart Or; next him_ TRAGEDUS _apparelled in black velvet, fair
buskins, a falchion, &c.; then_ COMEDUS, _in a light-coloured
green taffeta robe, silk stockings, pumps, gloves, &c_.

COMMUNIS SENSUS, MEMORY, PHANTASTES, HEURESIS, ANAMNESTES, &c.

COM. SEN. They had some reason that held the soul a harmony, for it is
greatly delighted with music; how fast we were tied by the ears to the
consort of Voice's power! but all is but a little pleasure; what
profitable objects hath he?

PHA. Your ears will teach you presently, for now he is coming. That
fellow in the bays, methinks I should have known him; O, 'tis Comedus,
'tis so; but he has become nowadays something humorous, and too-too
satirical up and down, like his great grandfather Aristophanes.

ANA. These two, my lord, Comedus and Tragedus,
My fellows both, both twins, but so unlike,
As birth to death, wedding to funeral.
For this, that rears himself in buskins quaint,
Is pleasant at the first, proud in the midst,
Stately in all, and bitter death at end.
That in the pumps doth frown at first acquaintance,
Trouble in the midst, but in the end concludes,
Closing up all with a sweet c