VIS. I was loth to trouble your honours with such toys, neither could I provide them in so short a time. COM. SEN. We will consider your worth; meanwhile, we dismiss you. [VISUS _leads his show about the stage, and so goeth out with it_. SCAENA ULTIMA. AUDITUS, _&c_. AUD. Hark, hark, hark, hark! peace, peace, O, peace! O sweet, admirable, swanlike, heavenly! hark, O most mellifluous strain! O, what a pleasant close was there! O fall[267] most delicate! COM. SEN. How now, Phantastes! is Auditus mad? PHA. Let him alone, his musical head is always full of old crotchets. AUD. Did you mark the dainty driving of the last point, an excellent maintaining of the song; by the choice timpan of mine ear, I never heard a better! hist, 'st, 'st, hark! why, there's a cadence able to ravish the dullest stoic. COM. SEN. I know not what to think on him. AUD. There how sweetly the plain-song was dissolved into descant, and how easily they came off with the last rest. Hark, hark, the bitter'st[268] sweetest achromatic. COM. SEN. Auditus! AUD. Thanks, good Apollo, for this timely grace, Never couldst thou in fitter hour indulge it: O more than most musical harmony! O most admirable concert! have you no ears? Do you not hear this music? PHA. It may be good; but, in my opinion, they rest too long in the beginning. AUD. Are you then deaf? do you not yet perceive The wondrous sound the heavenly orbs do make With their continual motion? hark, hark, O honey-sweet! COM. SEN. What tune do they play? AUD. Why such a tune as never was, nor ever shall be heard. Mark now, now mark: now, now! PHA. List, list, list. AUD. Hark! O sweet, sweet, sweet. PHA. List! how my heart envies my happy ears. Hist, by the gold-strung harp of Apollo, I hear the celestial music of the spheres, As plainly as ever Pythagoras did. O most excellent diapason! good, good. It plays _Fortune my foe_,[269] as distinctly as may be. COM. SEN. As the fool thinketh, so the bell clinketh. I protest I hear no more than a post. PHA. What, the Lavolta![270] eh? nay, if the heavens fiddle, Fancy must needs dance. COM. SEN. Prythee, sit still, thou must dance nothing but the passing measures[271]. Memory, do you hear this harmony of the spheres? MEM. Not now, my lord; but I remember about some four thousand years ago, when the sky was first made, we heard very perfectly. ANA. By the same token, the first tune the planets played, I remember Venus the treble ran sweet division upon Saturn the bass. The first tune they played was Sellenger's round[272], in memory whereof ever since it hath been called "the beginning of the world." COM. SEN. How comes it we cannot hear it now? MEM. Our ears are so well acquainted with the sound, that we never mark it. As I remember, the Egyptian Catadupes[273] never heard the roaring of the fall of Nilus, because the noise was so familiar unto them. COM. SEN. Have you no other objects to judge by than these, Auditus?