_Qua._ You, Simplicius, wolt leave that staring fellow, Admiration, and adoration of thy acquaintance, wilt? A scorn! out; 'tis odious. Too eager a defence argues a strong opposition; and too vehement a praise draws a suspicion of others' worthy disparagement. 245 Set[448] tapers to bright day, it ill befits; Good wines can vent themselves, and not good wits? _Sim._ Good truth, I love you; and with the grace of Heaven, I'll be very civil and---- _Qua._ Fantastical. 250 _Sim._ I'll be something; I have a conceal'd humour in me; and 'twere broach'd 'twould spurt i'faith. _Qua._ Come then, Saint Mark, let's be as light as air, As fresh and jocund as the breast of May. I prithee, good French knight, good plump-cheek'd chub, Run some French passage. Come, let's see thy vein-- Dances, scenes, and songs, royal entertain. _Lav._ Petit lacque, page, page, Bidet, sing! Give it the French jerk--quick, spart, lightly--ha! Ha, here's a turn unto my Celia![449] 260 _Qua._ Stand stiff! ho, stand! take footing firm! stand sure! For if thou fall before thy mistress Thy manhood's damn'd. Stand firm! Ho! good! so, so! _The Dance and Song._ _Lav._ Come, now, via, aloune,[450] to Celia. _Qua._ Stay, take an old rhyme first; though dry and lean, 'Twill serve to close the stomach of the scene. _Lav._ This is thy humour to berhyme us still; Never so slightly pleased, but out they fly. _Qua._ They are mine own, no gleanèd poetry; My fashion's known. Out, rhyme; take't as you list: 270 A fico[451] for the sour-brow'd Zoilist! Music, tobacco, sack, and sleep, The tide of sorrow backward keep. If thou art sad at others' fate, _Rivo_,[452] drink deep, give care the mate. On us the end of time is come, Fond fear of that we cannot shun; Whilst quickest sense doth freshly last, Clip time about, hug pleasure fast. The sisters ravel out our twine, 280 He that knows little 's most divine. Error deludes; who'll beat this hence,-- Naught's known but by exterior sense? Let glory blazon others' deed, My blood than breath craves better meed. Let twattling fame cheat others' rest, I am no dish for rumour's feast. Let honour others' hope abuse, I'll nothing have, so nought will lose. I'll strive to be nor great nor small, 290 To live nor die; fate helmeth[453] all. When I can breathe no longer, then Heaven take all: there put Amen. How is't? how is't? _Lav._ Faith, so, so; _tellement, quellement;_ As 't please opinion to current it. _Qua._ Why, then, via! let's walk.