AUD. Take this abuse at base Olfactus' hands? What, did he challenge me to meet me here, And is not come? well, I'll proclaim the slave The vilest dastard that e'er broke his word. But stay, yonder's Appetitus. APP. I pray you, Auditus, what ails you? AUD. Ha, ha! APP. What ails you? AUD. Ha! what say'st thou? APP. Who hath abused you thus? AUD. Why dost thou whisper thus? Canst not speak out? APP. Save me, I had clean forgotten. Why are you so angry, Auditus? AUD. Bite us! who dare bite us? APP. I talk of no biting; I say, what's the matter between Olfactus and you? AUD. Will Olfactus bite me? do, if he dares; would he would meet me here according to his promise! Mine ears are somewhat thick of late; I pray thee, speak out louder. APP. Ha, ha, ha, ha! this is fine, i'faith: ha, ha, ha! Hear you, have you lost your ears at supper? AUD. Excellent cheer at supper, I confess it; But when 'tis sauc'd with sour contentions, And breeds such quarrels, 'tis intolerable. APP. Pish, pish, this is my question: hath your supper spoiled your hearing? AUD. Hearing at supper? tell not me of hearing? But if thou saw'st Olfactus, bring me to him. APP. I ask you, whether you have lost your hearing? AUD. O, dost thou hear them ring? what a grief is this Thus to be deaf, and lose such harmony. Wretched Auditus, now shalt thou never hear The pleasing changes that a well-tun'd chord Of trolling bells will make, when they are rung. APP. Here's ado indeed! I think he's mad, as well as drunk or deaf. AUD. Ha, what's that? APP. I say you have made me hoarse with speaking so loud. AUD. Ha, what say'st thou of a creaking crowd?[307] APP. I am hoarse, I tell you, and my head aches. AUD. O, I understand thee! the first crowd was made of a horse-head. 'Tis true, the finding of a dead horse-head Was the first invention of string instruments, Whence rose the gittern, viol, and the lute: Though others think the lute was first devis'd In imitation of a tortoise-back, Whose sinews, parched by Apollo's beams, Echo'd about the concave of the shell: And seeing the shortest and smallest gave shrill'st sound, They found out frets, whose sweet diversity (Well-touched by the skilful learned fingers) Raiseth so strange a multitude of chords. Which their opinion many do confirm, Because Testado signifies a lute. But if I by no means-- APP. Nay, if you begin to critic once, we shall never have done. [_Exit_ APPETITUS, _and carries away_ AUDITUS _perforce_. SCAENA DECIMA. CRAPULA, _a fat-bellied slave, clothed in a light veil of sarsanet, a garland of vine-leaves on his head, &c_. SOMNUS _in a mantle of black cobweb lawn down to the foot, over a dusky-coloured taffeta coat, and a crown of poppy-tops on his head, a company of dark-coloured silk scarfs in one hand, a mace of poppy in the other, leaving his head upon a pillow on_ CRAPULA'S _shoulders_. CRA. Somnus, good Somnus, sweet Somnus, come apace!