_Dor._ O thou which hast thy staffe to bee thy tutor, Whose head doth shine with bright hairs white as pewter, Like silver moone, when as shee kist her minion In Late-mouse mont, the swaine yclipt Endimion, Who, beeing cald Endimion the drowsye, [280] Slept fifty yeers, & for want of shift was lowsye; [F. 76v rev.] O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle, Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle, O thou that pickest wisdome out of guttes As easy as men doe kernells out of nuttes, Looke in our midriffs, & I pray you tell vs Whether wee two shall live & dye good fellowes. _Tyr._ How doe you both? _Dor._ Well, I thanke you. _Tyr._ Are you not sicklye? [290] _Cli._ Noe, I thanke God. _Tyr._ Yet you shall both dye quicklye. Goe, thou hast done, Tyresias; bidd adiew; [_Exit._ Thy part is well plaid & thy wordes are true. _Dor._ Shall wee dye quickly, both? I pray what coulour? Ile bee a diar, thou shalt be a fuller; Weele cozin the prophett, I my life will pawne yee, Thou shalt dye whyte, & Ile dye oreng tawnye. _Enter_ NARCISSUS _walkinge_. _Cli._ O eyes, what see you? Eyes, bee ever bloud shedd That turne your Master thus into a codshead. [300] O eyes, noe eyes, O instruments, O engines, That were ordain'd to worke your Master's vengeance! His huge orentall beawty melts my eyeballs Into rayne dropps, even as sunne doth snowballes. _Dor._ Cracke eye strings, cracke, [F. 76r rev.] Runne eyes, runne backe, My lovely brace of beagles; Looke no more on Yon shininge sunne, For your eyes are not eagles. [310] Leave off the chace My pretty brace, And hide you in your kennell, And hunt no more, Your sight is sore; Oh that I had some fennell! _Nar._ Leave off to bragg, thou boy of Venus bredd, I am as faire as thou, for white & redd; If then twixt mee & thee theres no more oddes, Why I on earth & thou amongst the goddes? [320]