CAR. How quick it answers! O, that councillors Would thus resolve men's doubts without a fee! How many country clients then might rest Free from undoing! no plodding pleader then Would purchase great possessions with his tongue. Were I some demigod, or had that power, I would straight make this echo here a judge: He'd spend his judgment in the open court, As now to me, without being once solicited In his private chamber; 'tis not bribes could win Him to o'ersway men's right, nor could he be Led to damnation for a little pelf; He would not harbour malice in his heart, Or envious hatred, base despite, or grudge, But be an upright, just, and equal judge. But now imagine that I should confront Treacherous Albert, who hath rais'd my front! But I fear this idle prate hath made me Quite forget my _cinque pace_.[393] [_He danceth._ _Enter_ ALBERT. ALB. I heard the echo answer unto one, That by his speech cannot be far remote From off this ground; and see, I have descri'd him: O heavens! it's Carracus, whose reason's seat Is now usurp'd by madness and distraction; Which I, the author of confusion, Have planted here by my accursed deeds. CAR. O, are you come, sir! I was sending The tavern-boy for you; I have been practising Here, and can do none of my lofty tricks. ALB. Good sir, if any spark do yet remain Of your consumed reason, let me strive---- CAR. To blow it out? troth, I most kindly thank you, Here's friendship to the life. But, Father Wheybeard, Why should you think me void of reason's fire, My youthful days being in the height of knowledge? I must confess your old years gain experience; But that so much o'errul'd by dotage, That what you think experience shall effect, Short memory destroys. What say you now, sir? Am I mad now, that can answer thus To all interrogatories? ALB. But though your words do savour, sir, of judgment, Yet when they derogate from the due observance Of fitting times, they ought to be respected No more than if a man should tell a tale Of feigned mirth in midst of extreme sorrows.