FUROR.
What slimy, bold, presumptuous groom[74] is he,
Dares with his rude, audacious, hardy chat
Thus sever me from sky-bred[75] contemplation?
PHANTASMA. Carmina vel coelo possunt deducere lunam.
FUROR.
O Phantasma! what, my individual[76] mate?
PHANTASMA. O, mihi post nullos, Furor, memorande sodales!
FUROR.
Say, whence comest thou? sent from what deity?
From great Apollo or sly Mercury?
PHANTASMA. I come from the little Mercury Ingenioso: for, Ingenio pollet, cui vim natura negavit.
FUROR.
Ingenioso?
He is a pretty inventor of slight prose;
But there's no spirit in his grov'lling speech.
Hang him, whose verse cannot outbelch the wind,
That cannot beard and brave Dan Aeolus;
That, when the cloud of his invention breaks,
Cannot outcrack the scarecrow thunderbolt.
Hang him, I say![77]
PHANTASMA. Pendo, pependi; tendo, tetendi; pedo, pepedi. Will it please you, Master Furor, to walk with me? I promise to bring you to a drinking-inn in Cheapside, at the sign of the Nag's Head; for
Tempore lenta pati fraena docentur equi.
FUROR.
Pass thee before, I'll come incontinent.