Satan shall see we dare defy his engines. Flow. I am content." After some scenes, representing the respective claims of Tragedy and Comedy to superiority, the second act commences with this scene.-Colax, a flatterer, who shews the extreme of courtesy; and Dyscolus, who," hating to be a slavish parasite, grows into peevishness and impertinent distaste." "Colax. How far they sin against humanity Dysc. Why dost thou vex me then? My breeding has been better; I vex you! Dysc. Wilt thou not leave me then? No back but mine, that you thought broad enough Pious! religious! he takes me for a fool. Heaven, I am turn'd ridiculous! Colax. You ridiculous! But 'tis an impious age; there was a time Dysc. My years and gravity! why how old am I? I am not rotten yet, or grown so rank, As I should smell o'th' grave: O times and manners! Poor dust and ashes, worm's-meat, years, and gravity; So crazy in me, I have half my teeth; I see with spectacles, do I not? and can walk too With th' benefit of my staff, mark if I cannot ! But you, sir, at your pleasure, with years and gravity, Colax. How, decrepit, sir! I see young roses bud within your cheeks, Dysc. I am turn'd boy again! A very stripling, school-boy; have I not The itch and kibes, am I not scab'd and mangy Colax. Still Dyscolus Dysc. Dyscolus! and why Dyscolus, when were we Grown so familiar; Dyscolus by my name, Sure we are Pylades and Orestes, are we not? Speak, good Pylades. Golax. Nay, worthy sir, Pardon my error, 'twas without intent Of an offence, I'll find some other name Dysc. What do you mean to call me? Colax. Still you You are too jealous. take all worse than it was meant, Dysc. Jealous! I ha' not cause for't, my wife's honest; Dost see my horns, dost? if thou dost, Write cuckold in my forehead; do, write cuckold With aqua-fortis, do. Jealous! I am jealous ; Free of the company! wife, I am jealous. Colax. I mean suspicious. Dysc. How, suspicious? For what? for treason, felony, or murder? Some courteous plague seize on me, and free my soul I meet with is vexation, and this, this Is the vexation of vexations, The hell of hells, and devil of devils. Flow. For pity sake, fret not the good old gentleman. Dysc. O! have I not yet torments great enough, But you must add to my affliction? Colax. Sir, we strive To please you, but you still misconstrue us. Dysc. I must be pleas'd, a very babe, an infant! To still me, do! be pleas'd; wouldst have me get Colax. How, a parasite? A cogging, flattering, slavish parasite ? Qualities, humours, appetites, desires, Nay wishes, vows and prayers, discourse and thoughts, At the Turks' gallies; be eternally Damn'd to a quarry: in this state, my mind Is free: a flatterer has not soul nor body; At such whose servile nature strives to please you. Dysc. Ha! what's that? Colax. A feather stuck upon your cloak. Dyc. A feather! And what have you to do with my feathers? . I do not lie on flock-beds? Colax. Pray be pleas'd. I brush'd it off for mere respect I bare to you. Dysc. Respect, a fine respect, sir, is it not, To make the world believe I nourish vermin? O death, death, death, if that our graves hatch worms What teeth they will." We have next the extremes of Fortitude," which steer an even course between over-much daring, and over-much fearing," represented by Aphobus and Deilius. "Deil. Is it possible, did you not fear it, say you? To me the mere relation is an ague. Good Aphobus, no more such terrible stories; I would not for a world lie alone to night: Apho. What can there be That I should fear?-The gods? if they be good, Deil. Devils! where, good Aphobus? I thought there was some conjuring abroad, Deil. Still it follows me! The thing in black, behind; soon as the sun But shines, it haunts me! Gentle spirit, leave me; Cannot you lay him, Aphobus? what an ugly look it has, With eyes as big as saucers, nostrils wider Than barbers' basons! Apho. "Tis nothing, Deilus, But your weak fancy, that from every object Deil. Where is it, Aphobus? Apho. Is but your shadow, Deilus. Deil. And should we not fear shadows? Apho. No, why should we? Deil. Who knows but they come leering after us To steal away the substance; watch him, Aphobus. Apho. I nothing fear. Colax. I do commend your valour, That fixes your great soul fast as a center, Not to be mov'd with dangers; let slight cock-boats Like an undaunted rock, whose constant hardness Dashing it into froth. Base fear doth argue A low degenerate soul. Deil. Now I fear every thing. Colax. 'Tis your discretion. Every thing has danger, And therefore every thing is to be fear'd; I do applaud this wisdom: 'tis a symptom Of wary providence. His too confident rashness Argues a stupid ignorance in the soul, A blind and senseless judgement: give me fear VOL. VI. PART I. And wary sentinel. But daring valor, Uncapable of danger, sleeps securely, And leaves an open entrance to his enemies. Deil. What, are they landed? Apho. Who? Deil. The enemies That Colax talks of. Apho. If they be, I care not; Though they be giants all, and arm'd with thunder. Apho. Thunder! no; No more than squibs and crackers. Deil. Squibs and crackers, I hope there be none here! s'lid, squibs and crackers! Apho. Let fools gaze At bearded stars, it is all one to me As if they had been shav'd-thus, thus would I Deil. Is there a comet, say you? Nay, I saw it, Colax. Will that serve?-I fear It threatens general ruin to the kingdom. Colax. There's danger to cross the seas. To cross the sea by land? O the situation, The horrible situation of an island! Colax. You, sir, are far above such frivolous thoughts. You fear not death. Apho. Not I. Colax. Not sudden death. Apho. No more than sudden sleep: Sir, I dare die. Deil. I dare not; death to me is terrible: I will not die. Apho. How can you, Sir, prevent it? Colax. A valiant course, And the right way to prevent death, indeed. |