Doth scorn your utmost, rank'st indignity; 110 My pate was great with child, and here 'tis eased; Vex all the world, so that thyself be pleased. [497] So Doll Tearsheet to Pistol:--"Away, you _bottle-ale_ rascal, you basket-hilt juggler you."--2 _Henry IV._, ii. 4. [498] See note, p. 305. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [427]] [499] "Sad seriousness"--sober earnestness. [500] See note, p. 263. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [348]] [501] "Dropsy-noul"--grouthead. [502] Old eds. "Paunis."--Pavin was the name of an old dance. [503] So. ed. 1599.--Ed. 1598 "soyl'd." [504] See note 2, p. 301. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [417]] [505] A term of contempt for a stupid empty-headed person. [506] See the second chapter of _The Book of Daniel_. [507] So ed. 1598.--Ed. 1599 "rage." [508] Rats were supposed to be bred from the slime of the Nile when the river had shrunk. [509] For the "margent's note," see p. 288. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [402]] Flaccus is represented as misunderstanding the meaning of "Huc usque xyl[)i]num" ("bombast up to this point") and as supposing that Marston in his marginal note was acknowledging his indebtedness to a work entitled _Xyl[=i]num_. [510] In ed. 1599 the word "pretty" is not repeated. SATIRE VII. _A Cynic Satire._ A man,[511] a man, a kingdom for a man! Why, how now, currish, mad Athenian? Thou Cynic dog, see'st not the[512] streets do swarm With troops of men? No, no: for Circe's charm Hath turn'd them all to swine. I never shall Think those same Samian[513] saws authentical: But rather, I dare swear, the souls of swine Do live in men. For that same radiant shine-- That lustre wherewith Nature's nature decked Our intellectual part--that gloss is soiled 10 With staining spots of vile impiety, And muddy dirt of sensuality. These are no men, but apparitions, Ignes fatui, glowworms, fictions,[514] Meteors, rats of Nilus, fantasies, Colosses, pictures, shades, resemblances. Ho, Lynceus! Seest thou yon gallant in the sumptuous clothes, How brisk, how spruce, how gorgeously he shows? Note his French herring-bones:[515] but note no more, 20 Unless thou spy his fair appendant whore, That lackies him. Mark nothing but his clothes, His new-stamp'd compliment, his cannon oaths; Mark those: for naught but such lewd viciousness E'er gracèd him, save Sodom beastliness. Is this a man? Nay, an incarnate devil, That struts in vice and glorieth in evil. A man, a man! Peace, Cynic, yon is one: A complete soul of all perfection. What, mean'st thou him that walks all open-breasted, 30 Drawn through the ear, with ribands,[516] plumy-crested; He that doth snort in fat-fed luxury,