Dorilus. _Why nature forth did neuer bring A man that like to me can sing, If once I be enraged._ Doron. _Why _Dorilus_ I in my skill Can make the swiftest Streame stand still, Nay beare back to his springing._ Dorilus. _And I into a Trance most deepe 60 Can cast the Birds that they shall sleepe When fain'st they would be singing._ Doron. _Why _Dorilus_ thou mak'st me mad, And now my wits begin to gad, But sure I know not whither._ Dorilus. _O _Doron_ let me hug thee then, There neuer was two madder men, Then let vs on together._ Doron. Hermes _the winged Horse bestrid, And thorow thick and thin he rid, 70 And floundred throw the Fountaine._ Dorilus. _He spurd the Tit vntill he bled, So that at last he ran his head Against the forked Mountaine,_ Doron. _How sayst thou, but pyde _Iris_ got Into great _Iunos_ Chariot, I spake with one that saw her._ Dorilus. _And there the pert and sawcy Elfe, Behau'd her as twere _Iuno's_ selfe, And made the Peacocks draw her._ 80 Doron. _Ile borrow _Phœbus_ fiery Iades, With which about the world he trades, And put them in my Plow._ Dorilus. _O thou most perfect frantique man, Yet let thy rage be what it can, Ile be as mad as thou._ Doron. _Ile to great _Iove_, hap good, hap ill, Though he with Thunder threat to kill, And beg of him a boone._ Dorilus. _To swerue vp one of _Cynthias_ beames, 90 And there to bath thee in the streames. Discouerd in the Moone._ Doron. _Come frolick Youth and follow me, My frantique boy, and Ile show thee The Countrey of the Fayries._ Dorilus. _The fleshy Mandrake where't doth grow In noonshade of the Mistletow, And where the Phœnix Aryes._ Doron. _Nay more, the Swallowes winter bed, The Caverns where the Winds are bred, 100 Since thus thou talkst of showing._ Dorilus. _And to those Indraughts Ile thee bring, That wondrous and eternall spring Whence th' Ocean hath its flowing._ Doron. _We'll downe to the darke house of sleepe, Where snoring _Morpheus_ doth keepe, And wake the drowsy Groome._ Dorilus. _Downe shall the Dores and Windowes goe, The Stooles vpon the Floare we'll throw, And roare about the Roome._ 110