Hor. I neuer did it by Parnassus.
Tuc. Wut sweare by Parnassus and lye too, Doctor Doddipol?
Sir Va. Thirdly, and last of all sauing one, when your Playes are misse-likt at Court, you shall not crye Mew like a Pusse-cat, and say you are glad you write out of the Courtiers Element.
Tuc. Let the Element alone, tis out a thy reach.
Sir Vau. In brieflynes, when you Sup in Tauernes, amongst your betters, you shall sweare not to dippe your Manners in too much sawce, nor at Table to fling Epigrams, Embleames, or Play-speeches about you (lyke Hayle-stones) to keepe you out of the terrible daunger of the Shot, vpon payne to sit at the vpper ende of the Table, a’th left hand of Carlo Buffon: sweare all this, by Apollo and the eight or nine Muses.
Hor. By Apollo, Helicon, the Muses (who march three and three in a rancke) and by all that belongs to Pernassus, I sweare all this.
Tuc. Beare witnes.
Cris. That fearefull wreath, this honour is your due,
All Poets shall be Poet-Apes but you;
Thankes (Learnings true Mecænas, Poesies king)
Thankes for that gracious eare, which you haue lent,
To this most tedious, most rude argument.
Kin. Our spirits haue well beene feasted; he whose pen
Drawes both corrupt, and cleare bloud from all men:
(Careles what veine he prickes) let him not raue,
When his owne sides are strucke, blowes, blowes, doe craue.