TAC. O Jupiter, 'tis Auditus, all's marred, I doubt: the sly knave hears so far; but yet I'll grope him. How now, Ears[195], what make you here, ha? AUD. Nay, what make you here, I pray? What were you talking even now of an ass, and a crown, and an urinal, and a plague? TAC. A plague on you! what, I? AUD. O, what you! TAC. O, I had well-nigh forgot; nothing; but I say-- AUD. What? TAC. That if a man (do you mark, sir?), being sick of the plague (do you see, sir?), had a, a, a--hem, hem (this cold troubles me; it makes me cough sometimes extremely)--had a French crown, sir, (you understand me?) lying by him, and (come hither, come hither), and would not bestow twopence (do you hear?) to buy an urinal (do you mark me?) to carry his water to the physician, hem! AUD. What of all this? TAC. I say such a one was a very ass. This was all. I use to speak to myself, when I am alone; but, Auditus, when shall we hear a new set of singing-books? Or the viols? Or the concert of instruments? AUD. This was not all, for I heard mention of a tomb and an epitaph. TAC. True, true, I made myself merry with this epitaph upon such a fool's tomb thus a--thus, thus: plague brought this man--foh, I have forgotten--O, thus, plague brought this man (so, so, so), unto his burial, because, because, because (hem, hem)--because he would not buy an urinal. Come, come, Auditus, shall we hear thee play the lyreway or the luteway, shall we? Or the cornet, or any music? I am greatly revived, when I hear. AUD. Tactus, Tactus, this will not serve; I heard all. You have not found a crown, you? no, you have not! SCAENA ULTIMA. TACTUS, AUDITUS, VISUS, GUSTUS, MENDACIO. TAC. Peace, peace, faith, peace; come hither, hark thee, Good [Auditus], now. AUD. I cannot hold, I must needs tell. TAC. O, do not, do not, do not; come hither. Will you be a fool? VIS. Had he not wings upon his feet and shoulders? MEN. Yes, yes, and a fine wand in his hand, Curiously wrapped with a pair of snakes. TAC. Will half content you? pish, 'twill ne'er be known. GUS. My life, 'twas Mercury. MEN. I do not know his name; But this I'm sure, his hat had wings upon't. VIS. Doubtless 'twas he; but say, my boy, what did he? MEN. First I beheld him hovering in the air, And then down stooping with an hundred gyres:[196] His feet he fixed on Mount Cephalon;[197] From whence he flew and lighted on that plain, And with disdainful steps soon glided thither: Whither arrived, he suddenly unfolds A gorgeous robe and glittering ornament, And lays them all upon that hillock: This done, he wafts his wand, took wing again, And in a moment vanish'd out of sight. With that mine eyes 'gan stare, and heart grew cold, And all my quiv'ring joints with sweat bedew'd: My heels (methought) had wings as well as his, And so away I ran; but by the way I met a man, as I thought, coming thither. GUS. What marks had he? MEN. He had a great--what! this is he, this is he. VIS. What, Tactus?