2 Gent. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir.
Leo. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen We have such Prodigies?
2 Gent. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters;
He talks now of the King, no other language,
And with the King as he imagines, hourly.
Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King,
Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours.
Leo. Does he not lye i'th' King street too?
1 Gent. He's going thither,
Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages,
Turns all his Proclamations into metre;
Is really in love with the King, most dotingly,
And swears Adonis was a Devil to him:
A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King—
2 Gent. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King
Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures,
Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour;
And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow?
1 Gent. Will as familiarly kiss the King['s] horses As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman.
Leo. Why, this is above Ela? But how comes this?
1 Gent. Nay that's to understand yet, But thus it is, and this part but the poorest, 'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these.
2 Gent. With sighs as though his heart would break: Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit.