FUROR. I am the bastard of great Mercury, Got on Thalia when she was asleep: My gaudy grandsire, great Apollo hight,[113] Born was, I hear, but that my luck was ill, To all the land upon the forked hill. PHANTASMA. _O crudelis Alexi, nil mea carmina curas? Nil nostri miserere? mori me denique coges?_ SIR RADERIC _to_ PAGE. If you use them thus, my master is a justice of peace, and will send you all to the gallows. PHANTASMA. _Hei mihi, quod domino non licet ire tuo?_[114] INGENIOSO. Good Master Recorder, let me retain you this term--for my cause, good Master Recorder. RECORDER. I am retained already on the contrary part. I have taken my fee; begone, begone. INGENIOSO. It's his meaning I should come off.[115] Why, here is the true style of a villain, the true faith of a lawyer; it is usual with them to be bribed on the one side, and then to take a fee of the other; to plead weakly, and to be bribed and rebribed on the one side, then to be fee'd and refee'd of the other; till at length, _per varios casus_, by putting the case so often, they make their clients so lank, that they may case them up in a comb-case, and pack them home from the term, as though they had travelled to London to sell their horse only; and, having lost their fleeces, live afterward like poor shorn sheep. FUROR. The gods above, that know great Furor's fame, And do adore grand poet Furor's name, Granted long since at heaven's high parliament, That whoso Furor shall immortalise, No yawning goblins shall frequent his grave; Nor any bold, presumptuous cur shall dare To lift his leg against his sacred dust. Where'er I have my rhymes, thence vermin fly, All, saving that foul-fac'd vermin poverty. This sucks the eggs of my invention, Evacuates my wit's full pigeon-house. Now may it please thy generous dignity To take this vermin napping, as he lies In the true trap of liberality, I'll cause the Pleiades to give thee thanks; I'll write thy name within the sixteenth sphere: I'll make th'Antarctic pole to kiss thy toe. And Cynthia to do homage to thy tail. SIR RADERIC. Precious coals! thou a man of worship and justice too? It's even so, he is either a madman or a conjuror. It were well if his words were examined, to see if they be the Queen's or no. PHANTASMA. _Nunc si nos audis, tu qui es divinus Apollo, Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet, unde petat?_ AMORETTO. I am still haunted with these needy Latinist fellows.--The best counsel I can give is, to be gone. PHANTASMA. _Quod peto da, Caie; non peto consilium_. AMORETTO. Fellow, look to your brains; you are mad, you are mad. PHANTASMA. _Semel insanivimus omnes_. AMORETTO. Master Recorder, is it not a shame that a gallant cannot walk the street quietly for needy fellows, and that, after there is a statute come out against begging? [_He strikes his breast_. PHANTASMA. _Pectora percussit, pectus quoque robora fiunt_.