_Lam._ Honest epicure.--Nay, mark, list. Delight, Delight, my spaniel slept, whilst I baus'd leaves, 160 Toss'd o'er the dunces, pored on the old print Of titled words, and still my spaniel slept. Whilst I wasted lamp-oil, bated my flesh, Shrunk up my veins; and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with Zabarell,[464] Aquinas, Scotus, and the musty saw Of antic Donate; still my spaniel slept Still went on went I; first _an sit anima_, Then, and it were mortal. O hold, hold! at that They're at brain-buffets, fell by the ears amain 170 Pell-mell together; still my spaniel slept. Then whether 'twere corporeal, local, fix'd, Extraduce; but whether 't had free will Or no, ho philosophers Stood banding factions all so strongly propp'd, I stagger'd, knew not which was firmer part; But thought, quoted,[465] read, observ'd, and pried, Stuff'd noting-books; and still my spaniel slept. At length he waked and yawn'd and by yon sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I. 180 _Sim._ [_from within_]. Delicate good Lampatho, come away. I assure you I'll give but twopence more. _Lam._ How 'twas created, how the soul exists: One talks of motes, the soul was made of motes; Another fire, t'other light, a third A spark of star-like nature; Hippo water, Anaximenes air, Aristoxenus music; Critias, I know not what. A company of odd phrenetici! Did eat my youth; and when I crept abroad, 190 Finding my numbness in this nimble age, I fell a-railing; but now, soft and slow, I know I know naught but I naught do know. What shall I do--what plot, what course pursue? _Qua._ Why, turn a temporist, row with the tide, Pursue the cut, the fashion of the age. Well, here's my scholar's course: first get a school, And then a ten-pound cure; keep both. Then buy (Stay, marry, ay, marry) then a farm, or so: Serve God and mammon--to the devil go. 200 Affect some sect--ay, 'tis the sect is it, So thou canst seem, 'tis held the precious wit. And O, if thou canst get some higher seat, Where thou mayest sell your holy portion (Which charitable Providence ordained, In sacred bounty, for a blessèd use), Alien the glebe, entail it to thy loins, Entomb it in thy grave, Past resurrection to his native use! Now, if there be a hell, and such swine saved, Heaven take all--that's all my hopes have craved. 210 _Enter_ PIPPO. _Pip._ My Simplicias master-- _Lam._ Your master Simplicius. _Pip._ Has come to you to sent-- _Lam._ Has sent to me to come. _Pip._ Ha! ha! has bought me a fine dagger, and a hat and a feather! I can say _As in presenti_ now! _Company of Boys within._ Quadratus, Quadratus, away! away!