Men. Thou shalt, thou shalt. Our excellency is pleas’d:
Why wert not thou an emperor? when we
Are duke, I’ll make thee some great man, sure.
Mal. Nay,
Make me some rich knave, and I’ll make myself
Some great man.
Men. In thee be all my spirit:
Retain ten souls, unite thy virtual powers:
Resolve; ha, remember greatness! heart, farewell: 340
The fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell.
[Exit.
Re-enter Celso.
Mal. Celso, didst hear?—O heaven, didst hear
Such devilish mischief? suffer’st thou the world
Carouse damnation even with greedy swallow,
And still dost wink, still does thy vengeance slumber?
If now thy brows are clear, when will they thunder?
[Exeunt.
[453] Streams.—A deer was said to take soil when it took to the water to escape the hunters.
[454] “In 1579 was published a book, entitled Physic against Fortune, as well prosperous as adverse, contained in two Books. Written in Latin by Francis Petrarch, a most famous poet and oratour, and now first Englished by Thomas Twyne. 4to. B. L.”—Reed.
[455] This seems to be a fictitious book, but some of the old divines chose titles quite as quaint. One of Thomas Becon’s works is entitled The Pomander of Prayer.