Era. Phœbus guard me
From this new Python.
Sos. How they have trimm'd him up
Like an old Reveller!
Nea. Curl'd him and perfum'd him,
But that was done with judgement, for he looks
Like one that purg'd perpetually; trust me,
That Witches face of his is painted too,
And every ditch upon it buries more
Then would set off ten Bawds, and all their tenants.
Sos. See how it moves towards us.
Nea. There's a salutation:
'Troth Gentlemen, you have bestowed much travel
In training up your Pupil.
Tut. Sir, great buildings
Require great labours, which yet we repent not,
Since for the Countreys good we have brought home
An absolute man.
Unc. As any of his years,
Corinth can shew you.
Era. He's exceeding meagre.
Tut. His contemplation—
Unc. Besides, 'tis fit
Learners should be kept hungry.