on
you this crown, to wear at your liberty.

VIS. I most humbly thank your lordships.

COM. SEN. But lest I should seem to neglect you, Auditus, I here choose
you to be the lord intelligencer to Psyche her majesty: and you,
Olfactus, we bestow upon you the chief priesthood of Microcosm,
perpetually to offer incense in her majesty's temple. As for you,
Tactus, upon your reasons alleged I bestow upon you the robe.

TAC. I accept it most gratefully at your just hands, and will wear it in
the dear remembrance of your good lordship.

COM. SEN. And lastly, Gustus, we elect you Psyche's only taster, and
great purveyor for all her dominions both by sea and land, in her realm
of Microcosm.

GUS. We thank your lordship, and rest well content with equal
arbitrament.

COM. SEN. Now for you, Lingua.

LIN. I beseech your honour, let me speak; I will neither trouble the
company, nor offend your patience.

COM. SEN. I cannot stay so long; we have consulted about you, and find
your cause to stand upon these terms and conditions. The number of the
Senses in this world is answerable to the first[295] bodies in the great
world: now, since there be but fire in the universe, the four elements
and the pure substance of the heavens, therefore there can be but five
Senses in our Microcosm, correspondent to those; as the sight to the
heavens, hearing to the air, touching to the earth, smelling to the
fire, tasting to the water, by which five means only the understanding
is able to apprehend the knowledge of all corporeal substances:
wherefore we judge you to be no sense simply: only thus much we from
henceforth pronounce, that all women for your sake shall have six
senses--that is, seeing hearing, tasting, smelling, touching, and the
last and feminine sense, the sense of speaking.

GUS. I beseech your lordship and your assistants (the only cause of our
friendship) to grace my table with your most welcome presence this night
at supper.

COM. SEN. I am sorry I cannot stay with you: you know we may by no means
omit our daily attendance at the court, therefore I pray you pardon us.

GUS. I hope I shall not have the denial at your hands, my masters, and
you, my Lady Lingua. Come, let us drown all our anger in a bowl of
hippocras[296].

[_Exeunt_ SENSUS _omnes exteriores_.

COM. SEN. Come, Master Register, shall we walk?

MEM. I pray you, stay a little. Let me see! ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

PHA. How now, Memory, so me