RON. I dare not sell't; But here's another of a stranger virtue. The great Albumazar, by wondrous art, In imitation of this perspicil, Hath fram'd an instrument that magnifies Objects of hearing, as this doth of seeing; That you may know each whisper from Prester John Against the wind, as fresh as 'twere delivered Through a trunk or Gloucester's list'ning wall.[249] PAN. And may I see it, sir? Bless me once more. RON. 'Tis something ceremonious; but you shall try't. Stand thus. What hear you? PAN. Nothing. RON. Set your hands thus, That the vertex of the organ may perpendicularly Point at our zenith. What hear you now? [_Laughing within._ PAN. A humming noise of laughter. RON. Why, that's the court And university, that now are merry With an old gentlemen in a comedy. What now? PAN. Celestial music; but it seems far off. List, list! 'tis nearer now. RON. Tis music 'twixt the acts. What now? PAN. Nothing. RON. And now? PAN. Music again, and strangely delicate, O, most angelical! RON. And now? [_They sing[250] within._] _Sing sweetly, that our notes may cause_ _The heavenly orbs themselves to pause:_ _And at our music stand as still_ _As at Jove's amorous will.[251]_ _So now release them as before,_ _Th' have waited long enough; no more._ PAN. 'Tis gone, give me't again. O, do not so. RON. What hear you now? PAN. No more than a dead oyster. O, let me see this wond'rous instrument. RON. Sir, this is called an autocousticon.[252] PAN. Autocousticon![253] Why, 'tis a pair of ass's ears, and large ones. RON. True; for in such a form the great Albumazar Hath fram'd it purposely, as fitt'st receivers Of sounds, as spectacles like eyes for sight. PAN. What gold will buy't? RON. I'll sell't you when 'tis finish'd. As yet the epiglottis[254] is unperfect. PAN. Soon as you can; and here's ten crowns in earnest. For when 'tis done, and I have purchas'd it, I mean t' entail it on my heirs-male for ever, Spite of the ruptures of the common law. RON. Nay, rather giv't to Flavia for her jointure: For she that marries you deserves it richly. SCENE IV. CRICCA, PANDOLFO, RONCA. CRI. Sir, I have spoke with Lelio, and he answers---- PAN. Hang Lelio and his answers. Come hither, Cricca, Wonder for me, admire, and be astonish'd; Marvel thyself to marble at these engines, These strange Gorgonian instruments. CRI. At what? PAN. At this rare perspicil and autocousticon: For with these two I'll hear and see all secrets; Undo intelligencers. Pray, let my man see What's done in Rome; his eyes are just as yours are.