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Aler. So would I, were I Hephesțion. But sopher, to be thought court-like, as others shame, come, let us go and give release, as I promised, that be courtiers, to be accounted philosophers. to our Theban thralls.

[Ereunt. Aris. These austere manners set aside, it is Pla. Thou art fortunate, Aristotle, that Alex. well known that thou didst counterfeit money. ander is thy scholar.

Dio. And thou thy manners, in that thou didst Aris. And all you happy, that he is your sove- not counterfeit money. reign.

Aris. Thou hast reason to contemn the court, Cri. I could like the man well, if he could be being, both in body and mind, too crooked for a contented to be but a man.

courtier. Aris. He seeketh to draw near to the Gods in Dio. As good be crooked, and endeavour to knowledge, not to be a God.

make myself straight from the court, as to be Enter DIOGENES.

straight, and learn to be crooked at the court,

Cra. Thou thinkest it a grace to be opposite Pla. Let us question a little with Diogenes, against Alexander. why he went not with us to Alexander. - Dio- Dio. "? And thou to be jump with Alexander. genes, thou didst forget thy duty, that thou went- Anur. Let us go; for in contemning him, we est not with us to the king.

shall better please him, than in wondering at him. Dio. And you your profession, that you went Aris. Plato, what dost thou think of Dio to the king.

Pla. Thou takest as great pride to be peevish, Pla. To be Socrates, surious. Let us go. as others do glory to be virtuous.

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Psyl. Behold, Manes, where thy master is, seeking either for bones for his dinner, or pins for his sleeves. I will go salute him.

Manes. Do so; but mum, not a word that you saw Manes.

Gra. Then stay thou behind, and I will go with Psyllus.

Psyl. All bail, Diogenes, to your proper person.

Dio. All hate to thy peevish conditions.
Gra. O dog!
Psyl. What doest thou seek for here?
Dio. For a man, and a beast.

Gra. That is easy, without thy light, to be found_Be not all these men ?

Dio. Callid men.
Gra. What beast is it thou look'st for?

Dio. The beast my inan, Manes.

Psyl. He is a beast, indeed, that will serve thee.

Dio. So is he that begat thee.

Gra. What would'st thou do, if thou should'st find Manes!

Dio. Give him leave to do as he bath done before.

Gra. What's that?
Dio. To run away:
Psyl. Why, hast thou no need of Manes ?

Dio. It were a shame for Diogenes to have need of Manes, and for Manes to have no need of Diogenes.

Gra. But put the case he were gone, would'st thou entertain any of us two?

Dio. Upon condition.
Psyl. What?
Dio. That you should tell me wherefore any
of you both were good.

So, in Pierce Penilesse his Suppli

17 And thou to be jump wilh Alexander- To he jump, is to agree. cation to the Divell, p. 29: “ Not two of them jump in oue tale."

Shakespeare's Richard III. A. 3. S. 1:

“ No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward shew; which, God he knows,

Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.” Tarlton's Nexes out of Purgatory, 1630, p. 31:“ Masse Vickar, assoone as hee saw these, had a reach in his head, and jumpt with the travailer to buie one ; a price was pitcht, &c.”

It is a common phrase even at present to say, Great wits jump, when two persons concur in the same thought without any communication with each other.

Gra. Why, I am a scholar, and well seen in Psyl. Why, you were at mortal jars. philosophy.

Munes. In faith, no; we brake a bitter jest Psyl. And I a 'prentice, and well seen in one upon another. painting

Gra. Why, thou art as dogged as he. Dio. Well then, Granichus, be thou a painter Psyl. My father knew them both little whelps. to amend thine ill face; and thou, Psyllus, a Manes. Well, I will bie me after my master. philosopher, to correct thine evil manners. But Gra. Why, is it supper-time with Dingenes? who is that, Manes?

Manes. Ay, with him at all times when be Manes. I care not who I were, so I were not hath meat. Manes.

Psyl. Why then, every man to his home; and Gra. You are taken tardy.

let us steal out again anon. Psyl. Let us slip aside, Granichus, to see the Gra. Where shall we meet? salutation between Manes and his master.

Psyl. Why, at Ala vendibili suspensa hadera Dio. Manes, thou know'st the last day I threw non est opus. away my dish, to drink in my hand, because it Manes. O Psyllus, habeo te loco parentis, thou was superfluous; now I am determined to put blessest me.

[Ereunt. away my man, and serve myself: quia non egeo tui vel te.

SCENE II. Manes. Master, you know a while ago away; so do I mean to do again: quia scio tibi

ALEXANDER, Herhestion, Page, DIOGENES,

APELLES. non esse argentum.

Dio. I know I have no money, neither will I Aler. Stand aside, sir boy, till you be call'd.have ever a man: for I was resolv'd long since Hephestion, how do you like the sweet face of to put away both my slaves, money, and Manes. Cainpaspe ?

Mancs. So was I deterinin'd to shake off both Heph. I cannot but commend the stout coumy dogs, hunger, and Diogenes.

rage of Timoclea. Psyl. 18 ( sweet consent between a crowd and Aler. Without doubt, Campaspe had some great a Jeni's harp!

man to her father. Gra. Come, let us reconcile them.

Heph. You know Timoclea had Theagines to Psyl. It shall not need, for this is their use : her brother. now do they dine one upon another.

Aler. Timoclea still in thy mouth! art thou

[Erit DIOGENES. not in love ? Gra. How now, Manes, art thou gone from

Heph. Not I. thy master?

Alex. Not with Timociea you mean; 19 whereManes. No, I did but now bind myself to him. I in you resemble the lapwirig, who crieth most

I ran

18 O sucet consent between a crowd and a Jexe's harp!—The word crowd is an ancient word for a fiddle, and a crowder a player on that instrument. It appears from Junius's Etymologicon, in voce, and from Spelman's Glossary, v. crotta, that it is a term of considerable antiquity, but it is very doubtful whether it had originally the same meaning we now assign to it. Probably it might mean a musical instrument, very different from the violin. See Gent. Mag. 1767, p. 561.

Ben Jonson's Cynthia's Revels, A. 1.8.1:" A Jacquey that runs on errands for him, and can whisper a light message to a loose wench with some round volubility, wait mannerly at a table with a trencber, and warble upon a crowd a little, fill out nectar when Ganymede's away,” &c.

19 Wherein you resemble the lapring, who crieth most rchere her nest is not.—This simile occurs in our ancient writers perhaps more frequently than any other which can be pointed out. In the Old Lax, by Massinger, Middleton, and Rowley, A. 4. S. 2:

“ I'as the lapwing's cunning, I am afraid my lord,

That cries most when she's farthest from the nest." The Wilch of Edmonton, 1638, by Rowley, Dekker, and Ford, A. 2. S. 2 : “ Like to the lapwing have you all this while deluded me? pretending counterfeit senses for your discontent, and now at last it is by cbance stole from you."

Rowley's Search for Money, 1609, p. 22: “—yet it may be this sir, dealt like a lapwing with us, and cryed furthest of the nest.

The Bel-man's Night Walkes, by Dekker:“ It hath the head of a man (the face well bearded), the cyes of a hawke, the tongue of a lapwing, which saies heere it is, when the nest is a good way off.'

Lyly himself also uses it in the Epistle Dedicatorie to Euphues and his England, 1582 : And in this I resemble tbe lapwing, who fearing her young ones to be destroyed by passengers, flieth with a false crie farre from the neasts, making those that looke for them seeke where they are got."

See other examples in the Notes of Mr Stceveds.[Mir Smith, and Dr Grey, to Shakespeare, Vol. II. pp. 28. and 2.5,

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where her nest is not. And so, you lead me cious stones that are polished with honey, which from espying your love with Campaspe, you cry the smoother they look, the sooner they break. Timoclea.

It is thought wonderful among the seamen, that Heph. Could I as well subdue kingdoms as I mugil, of all fishes the swiftest, is found in the can my thoughts, or were I as far from ambition belly of the bret, of all the slowest: and shall it as I am from love, all the world would account not seem monstrous to wise men, that the heart me as valiant in arms, as I know myself moderate of the greatest conqueror of the world should be in affection.

found in the hands of the weakest creature of Aler. Is love a vice?

nature? of a woman? of a captive? Ernrins have Heph. It is no virtue.

fair skins, but foul livers; sepulchres fresh coAler. Well, now shalt thou see what small dif- lours, but rotten bones; wonien fair faces, but ference I make between Alexander and Hephes-false hearts. Remember, Alexander, thou hast tion. And since thou hast been always partaker a camp to govern, not a chamber; fall not from of my triumplis, thou shalt be partaker of my the armour of Mars to the arms of Venus; from torments: I love Hephestion, I love Campaspe; the fiery assaults of war, to the maidenly skira thing far until for a Macedonian, for a king, wishes of love; from displaying the eagle in thine for Alexander. Why hangest thou down thy ensign, to set down the sparrow. I sigh, Alexhead, Hephestion, blushing to hear that which I ander, that where fortune could not conquer, am not ashamed to tell?

folly should overcome. But behold all the perHeph. Might my words crave pardon, and my fection that may be in Campaspe; a hair curling counsel credit, I would both discharge the duty by nature, not art; sweet alluring eyes; a fair of a subject, for so I am, and the office of a face made in despite of Venus, and a stately friend, for so I will.

port in disdain of Juno; a wit apt to conceive, , Aler. Speak, Hephestion; for whatsoever is and quick to answer; a skin as soft as silk, and spoken, Hephestion speaketh to Alexander. as smooth as jet; a long white hand, a fine

Heph. I cannot tell, Alexander, whether the little foot; to corrlude, all parts answerable to report be more shameful to be heard, or the the best part: what of this ? though she have cause sorrowful to be believed. What, is the heavenly gifts, virtue and beauty, is she not or son of Philip, king of Macedon, become the sub- earthly metal, flesh and blood? You, Alexanject of Campaspe, the captive of Thebes? Is der, that would be a god, shew yourself in this chat mind, whose greatness the world could not worse than a man, so soon to be both overcontain, drawn within the compass of an idle seen and overtaken in a woman, whose false alluring eye? Will you handle the spindle with tears know their true times

, whose smooth words Hercules, when you should shake the spear with wound deeper than sharp swords. There is no Achilles ? 20 Is the warlike sound of drum and surfeit so dangerous as that of honey, nor any trump turned to the soft noise of lyre and lute? poison so deadly as that of love; in the one phythe neighing of barbed steeds, whose loudness sic cannot prevail, nor in the other counsel. filled the air with terror, and whose breaths Aler. My case were light, Hephestion, and not diumed the sun with smoke,converted to delicate worthy to be called love, if reason were a retunes and amorous glances? O Alexander, that medy, or sentences could salve that sense cannot soft and yielding mind should not be in him, conceive. Little do you know, and therefore whose hard and unconquered heart hath made so slightly do you regard, the dead embers in a primany yield. But you love: ah grief! but whom? | vate person, or live coals in a great prince, Canpaspe? ah shaine! a maid forsooth unknown, whose passions and thoughts do as far exceed unnoble, and who can tell whether immodest others in extremity, as their callings do in mawhose eyes are framed by art to enamour, and jesty. An eclipse in the sun is more than the whose heart was made by nature to enchant

. falling of a star; none can conceive the torments Ay, but she is beautiful, yea, but not therefore of a king, unless he be a king whose desires are chaste. Ay, but she is comely in all parts of the not inferior to their dignities. And then judge, body; yea, but she may be crocked in some part Hephestion, if the agonics of love be dangerous of the mind : ay, but she is wise : yea but she is in a subject, whether they be not more than a wornan. Beauty is like the blackberry, which deadly unto Alexander, whose deep and not to Seeineth red when it is not ripe, resembling pre-l be conceived sighs cleave the heart in shivers;

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20 Is the earlike sound, &c.--So, in Shakespeare's Richard III. A. I. S. 1:

“ Grim visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now,- instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,-
lle capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute."

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whose wounded thoughts can neither be expressed | palace, as from your palace to my tub. por endured. 21 Cease then, Hephestion, with Alex. Why, then, dost thou owe no reverence arguments to seek to relell that which with their to kings? deity the gods cannot resist; and let this suffice Dio. No. to answer thee, that it is a king that loveth, and Aler. Why so? Alexander, whose affections are not to be mea- Dio. Because they be no Gods. sured by reason, being immortal, nor I fear me Aler. They be Gods of the earth. to be borne, being intolerable.

Dio. Yea, Gods of earth. Heph. I must needs yield, when neither reason Aler. Plato is not of thy mind. nor counsel can be heard.

Dio. I am glad of it. Aler. Yield, Hephestion, for Alexander doth Aler. Why? love, and therefore must obtain.

Dio. Because I would have none of Diogenes's Heph. Suppose she loves not you: affection mind, but Diogenes. cometh not by appointment or birth; and then as Aler. If Alexander have any thing that may good hated aj enforced.


Diogenes, let me know, and take it. Aler. I am king, and will command.

Dio. They take not from me that you cannot Heph. You may, to yield to lust by force; but give me, the light of the world. to consent to love by fear, you cannot.

Aler. What do'st thou want? Aler. Why, what is that which Alexander may Dio, Nothing that you have. not conquer as he list?

Aler. I have the world at command. Heph. Why, that which you say the gods can- Dio. And I in contempt. not resist, love.

Aler. Thou shalt live no longer than I will. Aler. I am a conqueror, she a captive; I as Dio. But I shall die whether you will or no. fortunate as she fair : my greatness may answer

Aler. How should one learn to be content? her wants, and the gifts of my mind, the woodesty

Dio. Unlearn to covet. of hers : Is it not likely, then, that she should Aler. Hephestion, were I not Alexander, I love? is it not reasonable?

would wish to be Diogenes. Heph. You say that in love there is no reason, Heph. He is dogged, but discreet; I cannot and therefore there can he no likelihood. tell how : sharp with a kind of sweetness, full of

Alex. No more, Hephestion; in this case I wit, yet too too wayward. will use mine own counsel, and in all other thine Aler. Diogenes, when I come this way again, advice: thou may'st be a good soldier, but never I will both see thee and confer with thee. a good lover. Call my page. (Enter Page.] Dio. Do. Sirrah, go presently to Apelles, and will him to Aler. But here cometh Apelles. [Enter APEL• come to me, without either delay or excuse. LES). llow now, Apelles, is Venus's face yet Page. I go.

finish'd ? Alex. In the mean season, to recreate my spi- Apel. Not yet: beauty is not so soon shadow'd, rits, being so near, we will go see Diogenes. And whose perfection cometh not within the compass see where his tub is-Diogenes !

either of cuvning or of colour. Dio. Who calleth ?

Alex. Well, let it rest unperfect; and come Alex. Alexander-how happen'd it that you you with me, where I will shew you that finish'd would not come out of your tub to my palace? by nature, that you have been trifling about by Dio. Because it was as far from my tub to your ) art.




Apelles, CampasPE.
Apel. Lady, I doubt whether there be any co-

lour so fresh, tbat may shadow a countenance se fair.

Cam. Sir, I had thought you had been cominanded to paint with your hand, not to gloss

21 Cease then, Hephestion, with arguments to seek to refell-i, e. to refute. So, in Erasmus's Praise of Folie, by Chaloner, Sig. Ll: “ Yea, so muche dooe rhetoriciens attribute to foolishness, as oftentimes what abjection by no arguments mai be refelled, the same yet with some laughing and scoffynge conceits thei wolde have shifted of.”

Euphues and his England, p. 60: “ But I will not refell that heere, which shall be confated hereafter."

Ibid. p. 98: "-and though I doubt not but that Martius is sufficiently armed to aunswere you, yet would I not have those reasons refelled which I loath to have repeated."

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with your tongue 22 But, as I have heard, it is Psyl. Profound Manes ! the hardest thing in painting to set down a hard Munes. We Cynicks are mad fellows; did'st favour, which inaketli you to despair of my face; thou not find I did quip thee? and then shall you have as great thanks to spare Psyi. No, verily: why, what's a quip? your labou, as to discredit your art.

Manes. We great girders call it a short saying Apel. Mistress, you neither differ from your- of a sharp wit, with a bitter sense in a sweet self nor your sex; for, knowing your own per- word. fection, you seein to dispraise that which men Psyl. How canst thou thus divine, divide, demost commend, drawing ihem by that mean into fine, dispute, and all on the sudden? an adiniration, where feeding themselves, they Manes. Wit will have his swing: I am befall into an extasy; your modesty being the witch’d, inspir’d, inflam’d, infected. cause of the one, and of the other your perfec- Psyl. Well, then will not I tempt thy gibing tions.

spirit. Cam. I am too young to understand your Manes. Do not, Psyllus ; for thy dull head speech, though old enough to withstand your de will be but a grind-stone for my quick wit, which vice; you have been so long used to colours, you if thou whet with over-thwarts, periisti, actum can do nothing but colour.

est de te. I have drawn blood at one's brains Ajel. Indeed the colours I see, I fear, will als with a bitter bob. ter the colour I have. But come, madain, will Psyl. Let me cross myself; for I die if I cross you draw ucar? for Alexander will be here anon. thee. Psyllus, stay you here at the window: if any en- Manes. Let me do my business; I myself am quire for me, answer Non lubet esse domi. afraid, lest my wit should wax warm, and then

[Ereunt. must it needs consume some hard head with fine

and pretty jests. I am sometimes in such a vein, SCENE II.

that for want of some dull pate to work on, I bePSYLLIS, MANES.

gin to gird myself.

Psyl. The Gods shield me from such a fine Psyl. It is always my master's fashion, when fellow, whose words melt wits like wax. any fair gentlewoman is to be drawn within, to Manes. Well then, let us to the matter. In make ine to stay without. But if he should paint faith, my master meaneth to-morrow to fly. Jupiter like a bull, like a swan, like an cagle, Psyl. It is a jest. then inust Psyllus with one hand grind colours, Mlanes

. Is it a jest to fly? should'st thou fly so and with the other hold the candle. But let him soon, thou should’st repent it in carnest. alone, the better he shadows her face, the more

Psyl. Well, I will be the crier. will be burn his own heart. And now, if any Manes und Psyl. (one after another.) Oyez, man could mect with Manes, who, I dare say, Oyez, Oyez! All manner of men, women, or chillooks as lean as if Diogenes dropt out of his nose. dren, that will come to-morrow into the market

Manes. And here coines Manes, who hatli as place, between the hours of nine and ten, shall much meat in his maw, as thou hast honesty in see Diogenes, the Cynick, Av. thy head.

Psyl. I do not think he will fly.
Psyl. Then I hope thou art very hungry. Alanes. Tush, say fly.
Manes. They that know thec, know that.

Psyl. Fly. Psyl. But do'st thou not remember, that we Munes. Now let us go; for I will not see him have certain liquor to confer withal?

agaiu till midnight. I have a back way into his Manes. Ay, but I have business; I must go cry tub. a thing.

Psyl. Which way call'st thou the back way, Psyl. Why, what hast thou lost?

when erery way is open? Nanes. That which I never had, my dinner. Munes. I mean to coine in at his back. Psyl. Foul lubber, wilt thou cry for thy din- Psyl. Well, let us go away, that we may re

turn speedily

[Ereunt. Manes. I mean I must cry, not as one would say cry, but cry, that is, make a noise.

SCENE III. Psyl. Why, fool, that is all one; for if thou cry, thou must needs make a noise.

APELLES, CAMPASPE, Manes. Boy, thou art deceived. Cry hath Apel. I shall never draw your eyes well, bedivers significations, and may be alluded to many cause they blind mine. things; koare but one, and can be apply'd but Cam. Why then paint me without eyes, for I to thee.



am blind.

22 Not lo gloss with your tongue-To gloss is to flatter. So, in Euphues and his England, p. 75:"_but wil beleeve but what they list; and in extolling their beauties, they give more credite to their owne glasses, than mens glosses."

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