You haue heard all this while nothing but the _Prologue_, and seene no more but a dumbe shew: Our _vetus Comædia_ steps out now. The fittest stage vpon which you (that study to be an Actor there) are first to present your selfe is (in my approued judgement) the softest and largest Downe-bed: from whence (if you will but take sound councell of your pillow) you shall neuer rise, till you heare it ring noone at least. Sleep, in the name of _Morpheus_, your bellyfull, or (rather) sleepe till you heare your belly grombles and waxeth empty. Care not for those coorse painted cloath rimes, made by ye Uniuersity of _Salerne_, that come ouer you, with _Sit breuis, aut nullus, tibi somnus meridianus._ Short let thy sleepe at noone be, Or rather let it none be. Sweete candied councell, but theres rats-bane vnder it: trust neuer a Bachiler of Art of them all, for he speakes your health faire, but to steale away the maidenhead of it: _Salerne_ stands in the luxurious country of _Naples_, and who knowes not that the _Neapolitan_, will (like _Derick_ the hangman) embrace you with one arme, and rip your guts with the other? theres not a haire in his mustachoo, but if he kisse you, will stabbe you through the cheekes like a ponyard: the slaue, to be auenged on his enemy, will drink off a pint of poison himselfe so that he may be sure to haue the other pledge him but halfe so much. And it may be, that vpon some secret grudge to worke the generall destruction of all mankinde, those verses were composed. _Phisisians_, I know (and none else) tooke vp the bucklers in their defence, railing bitterly vpon that venerable and princely custom of _long-lying-abed_: Yet, now I remember me, I cannot blame them; for / they which want sleepe (which is mans naturall rest) become either mere _Naturals_, or else fall into the Doctors hands, and so consequently into the Lords: whereas he that snorts profoundly scornes to let _Hippocrates_ himselfe stand tooting on his Urinall, and thereby saues that charges of a groates worth of Physicke: And happy is that man that saues it; for phisick is _Non minus venefica, quam benefica_, it hath an ounce of gall in it, for euery dram of hony. Ten _Tyburnes_ cannot turne men ouer ye perch so fast as one of these brewers of purgations: the very nerues of their practise being nothing but _Ars Homicidiorum_, an Art to make poore soules kicke vp their heeles. In so much, that euen their sicke grunting patients stand in more danger of M. Doctor and his drugs, then of all the Cannon shots which the desperate disease it selfe can discharge against them. Send them packing therefore, to walke like _Italian Mountebankes_, beate not your braines to vnderstand their parcell-greeke, parcell-latine gibrish: let not all their sophisticall buzzing into your eares, nor their _Satyricall_ canuassing of feather-beds and tossing men out of their warme blanckets, awake you till the houre that heere is prescribed.