_La_. How? _Ri_. Nay, doe not thou vexe: I have sent hue and cry that may oretake 'em. But come, Ile leave thee to my glasse, And visit Sir _Francis_ now shees return'd.-- [_Enter Dorothy_. How does our Noble guest? _Do_. Hees pretty well: he has voided one stone since And now finds ease. _Ri_. Tis well: attend your Mistres. [_Exit_. _La_. O, wench, I had almost undone my selfe, Come o'tother side, reach me that peticote; Ile tell the storie as I make me ready. _Ex[eun]t_. [SCENE 2.] _Enter Device, Sister_. _Sis_. Ist possible you can talke thus and be no travailer? _De_. I have traveld in my fancie, Ladie, and with the Muses, and do for my recreation of witt compose some wonders in verse, poeticall essaies, as once upon the report of a heate that was in _Egipt_. _Sis_. Lets heare 'em. _De_. _In Countreys I have been Under the Equinoctiall, where I have seene The Sunne disperse such a prodigious heat That made our sive-like skins to raine with sweat. Men would have given for an Ecclipse their lives, Or one whisper of Aire; yet each man strives To throw up grasse, feathers, nay women, too, To find the wind: all falls like lead, none blew. The Dogstarre spits new fire till't came to passe Each eye became his neighbours burning glasse. Leane men did burne to ashes presentlie, Fatt men did wast to leane Anatomye; Young womens heat did gett themselves with child, For none but they themselves themselves defild; Old women naturally to witches turne, And onely rubbing one another burne. The beasts were bak'd, skin turnd to crust, they say, And fishes in the River boild away. Birds in the aire were rosted and not burn'd, For, as they fell downe, all the way they turn'd_. _Sis_. Most excellent! _De_. I have seene Larkes in that motion at fire With an Engine of packthread perpendicular. _Sis_. What would they have given for a shower in those Cuntries? _De_. Now you talke of a Shower you shall heare Another coppie of Verses that I made Of a mighty raine which fell once in the _Indies_. _Sis_. That you made? If you will venture your lungs let me heare more impossible stories to passe away the tyme.