_Chi._ And there a pissing Conduit. _Mem._ Ha! _Chi._ With wine, Sir. _Mem._ A Sun there in his height, there such a Planet. _Chi._ But where's our money, where runs that? _Mem._ Ha? _Chi._ Money, Money an't like your Lordship. _Mem._ Why all the carriage shall come behind, the stuff, Rich hangings, treasure; Or say we have none. _Chi._ I may say so truly, For hang me if I have a Groat: I have serv'd well And like an honest man: I see no reason-- _Mem._ Thou must needs die good _Chilax_. _Chi._ Very well, Sir. _Mem._ I will have honest, valiant souls about me, I cannot miss thee. _Chi._ Dye? _Mem._ Yes die, and _Pelius_, _Eumenes_ and _Polybius_: I shall think Of more within these two hours. _Chi._ Dye Sir? _Mem._ I, Sir, And ye shall dye. _Chi._ When, I beseech your Lordship? _Mem._ To morrow see ye do dye. _C[h]i._ A short warning, Troth, Sir, I am ill prepar'd. _Mem._ I dye my self then, Beside there's reason-- _Chi._ Oh! _Mem._ I pray thee tell me, For thou art a great Dreamer. _Chi._ I can dream, Sir, If I eat well and sleep well. _Mem._ Was it never By Dream or Apparition open'd to thee-- _Chi._ He's mad. _Mem._ What the other world was, or _Elyzium_? Didst never travel in thy sleep? _Chi._ To Taverns, When I was drunk o're night; or to a Wench, There's an _Elyzium_ for ye, a young Lady Wrapt round about ye like a Snake: is that it? Or if that strange _Elyzium_ that you talk of Be where the Devil is, I have dream't of him, And that I have had him by the horns, and rid him, He trots the Dagger out o'th' sheath. _Mem._ _Elyzium_, The blessed fields man. _Chi._ I know no fields blessed, but those I have gain'd by. I have dream't I have been in Heaven too. _Mem._ There, handle that place; that's _Elyzium_. _Chi._ Brave singing, and brave dancing, And rare things. _Mem._ All full of flowers. _Chi._ And Pot-herbs. _Mem._ Bowers for lovers, And everlasting ages of delight. _Chi._ I slept not so far. _Mem._ Meet me on those banks Some two days hence. _Chi._ In Dream, Sir? _Mem._ No in death, Sir. And there I Muster all, and pay the Souldier. Away, no more, no more. _Chi._ God keep your Lordship: This is fine dancing for us. _Enter_ Siphax. _Si._ Where's the General? _Chi._ There's the old sign of _Memnon_, where the soul is You may go look as I have. _Si._ What's the matter? _Chi._ Why question him and see; he talks of Devils, Hells, Heavens, Princes, Powers, and Potentates, You must to th' pot too. _Si._ How? _Chi._ Do you know _Elyzium_? a tale he talks the Wild-goose chase of. _Si._ _Elyzium?_ I have read of such a place. _Chi._ Then get ye to him, Ye are as fine company as can be fitted. [_Exit_ Chilax. Your Worships fairly met. _Si._ Mercy upon us, What ails this Gentleman? _Mem._ Provision--