STUDIOSO. Then let us leave this baser fiddling trade; For though our purse should mend, our credits fade. PHILOMUSUS. Full glad am I to see thy mind's free course. Declining from this trencher-waiting trade. Well, may I now disclose in plainer guise What erst I meant to work in secret wise; My busy conscience check'd my guilty soul, For seeking maintenance by base vassalage; And then suggested to my searching thought A shepherd's poor, secure, contented life, On which since then I doated every hour, And meant this same hour in [a] sadder plight, To have stol'n from thee in secrecy of night. STUDIOSO. Dear friend, thou seem'st to wrong my soul too much, Thinking that Studioso would account That fortune sour which thou accountest sweet; Not[133] any life to me can sweeter be, Than happy swains in plain of Arcady. PHILOMUSUS. Why, then, let's both go spend our little store In the provision of due furniture, A shepherd's hook, a tar-box, and a scrip: And haste unto those sheep-adorned hills, Where if not bless our fortunes, we may bless our wills. STUDIOSO. True mirth we may enjoy in thacked stall, Nor hoping higher rise, nor fearing lower fall. PHILOMUSUS. We'll therefore discharge these fiddlers. Fellow-musicians, we are sorry that it hath been your ill-hap to have had us in your company, that are nothing but screech-owls and night-ravens, able to mar the purest melody: and, besides, our company is so ominous that, where we are, thence liberality is packing. Our resolution is therefore to wish you well, and to bid you farewell. Come, Studioso, let us haste away, Returning ne'er to this accursed place. ACTUS V., SCAENA 3. _Enter_ INGENIOSO, ACADEMICO. INGENIOSO. Faith, Academico, it's the fear of that fellow--I mean, the sign of the sergeant's head--that makes me to be so hasty to be gone. To be brief, Academico, writs are out for me to apprehend me for my plays; and now I am bound for the Isle of Dogs. Furor and Phantasma comes after, removing the camp as fast they can. Farewell, _mea si quid vota valebunt_. ACADEMICO. Faith, Ingenioso, I think the university is a melancholic life; for there a good fellow cannot sit two hours in his chamber, but he shall be troubled with the bill of a drawer or a vintner. But the point is, I know not how to better myself, and so I am fain to take it. ACTUS V., SCAENA 4. PHILOMUSUS, STUDIOSO, FUROR, PHANTASMA. PHILOMUSUS. Who have we there? Ingenioso and Academico? STUDIOSO. The very same; who are those? Furor and Phantasma? [FUROR _takes a louse off his sleeve_. FUROR. And art thou there, six-footed Mercury? [PHANTASMA, _with his hand in his bosom_. Are rhymes become such creepers nowadays? Presumptuous louse, that doth good manners lack, Daring to creep upon poet Furor's back! _Multum refert quibuscum vixeris: Non videmus manticae quod in tergo est_.