Mere. For me? Johp. For you. Last New-year's-day, which some give out, Because it was his birth-day, and began Mere. What had he? Johp. Had! an office, Two, three, or four. Mere. Where? Johp. In the upper region; And that you'll find. The farm of the great customs, Through all the ports of the air's intelligences; Know all the signatures and combinations, Or points of pikes, to shew your lightness? force Of several creatures? master all the learnings Were, are, or shall be? or, to shew your wealth, Open all treasures, hid by nature, from The rock of diamond, to the mine of sea-coal? Sir, you shall do it. Mere. But how? Johp. Why, by his skill, Of which he has left you the inheritance, Of tincture, high rose tincture. There's your order, You will have your collar sent you, ere't be long. Mere. I look'd, sir, for a halter, I was desperate. Johp. Reach forth your hand. Mere. O, sir, a broken sleeve Keeps the arm back, as 'tis in the proverb. For that I do commend you; you must be poor With all your wealth, and learning. When you have made Your glasses, gardens in the depth of winter, Where you will walk invisible to mankind, Talk with all birds and beasts in their own lan guage, When you have penetrated hills like air, Mere. By my place I know it. Johp. Where would you wish to be now, or what to see, Without the Fortunate Purse to bear your charges, This way, and that way, and are rather admirable, Than any way intelligible. Mere. O, come, tinct me, Tinct me; I long; save this great belly, I long! But shall I only see? Johp. See, and command As they were all your varlets, or your foot boys: But first you must declare, (your Greatness must, For that is now your style,) what you would see, Or whom. Mere. Is that my style? my Greatness, then, Would see king Zoroastres. Johp. Why, you shall; Or any one beside. Think whom you please; Your thousand, your ten thousand, to a million: All's one to me, if you could name a myriad. Mere. I have named him. Johp. You've reason. Mere. Ay, I have reason; Because he's said to be the father of conjurors, And a cunning man in the stars. Johp. Ay, that's it troubles us A little for the present: for, at this time, But he will straight have done, have you but patience; Or think but any other in mean time, Mere. Then Hermes Trismegistus. Johp. O, Tрioμéy1505! why, you shall see him, A fine hard name. Or him, or whom you will, As I said to you afore. Or what do you think Of Howleglass, instead of him? Mere. No, him I have a mind to. Johp. O, but Ulen-spiegle, Were such a name but you shall have your longing. What luck is this, he should be busy too! He is weighing water but to fill three hourglasses, And mark the day in penn'orths like a cheese, And he has done. 'Tis strange you should name him Of all the rest! there being Jamblicus, Mere. Let me see Pythagoras. Mere. Or Plato. Johp. Plato is framing some ideas, Mere. Then, Archimedes. Johp. Yes, Archimedes ! Johp. Nay, Hold your first man, a good man, Archimedes, O, but Ulen-spiegle Were such a name.] See vol. iv. p. 60. As Christmas, when disguising is on foot, The wits and the ingines that move those orbs!— Mere. Skogan! what was he? Johp. O, a fine gentleman, and master of arts, Of Henry the fourth's time, that made disguises For the king's sons, and writ in ballad-royal Daintily well. Mere. But wrote he like a gentleman? Johp. In rhyme, fine tinkling rhyme, and flowing verse, With now and then some sense! and he was paid for't, Regarded and rewarded; which few poets Mere. And why? Johp. 'Cause every dabbler. In rhyme is thought the same:-but you shall see him. Hold up your nose. [Anoints his eyes and temples. Meer. I had rather see a Brachman, Or a Gymnosophist yet. Johp. You shall see him, sir, Is worth them both and with him domine The worshipful poet laureat to king Harry, And quicker Skelton, shew your crafty heads, |