RECORDER. Very true; and for a proof hereof I will show you a place in Littleton which is very pregnant in this point.
ACTUS IV., SCAENA 2.
Enter INGENIOSO, FUROR, PHANTASMA.
INGENIOSO. I'll pawn my wits, that is, my revenues, my land, my money, and whatsoever I have, for I have nothing but my wit, that they are at hand. Why, any sensible snout may wind Master Amoretto and his pomander, Master Recorder and his two neat's feet that wear no socks, Sir Raderic by his rammish complexion; Olet Gorgonius hircum, sicut Lupus in fabula. Furor, fire the touch-box of your wit: Phantasma, let your invention play tricks like an ape: begin thou, Furor, and open like a flap-mouthed hound: follow thou, Phantasma, like a lady's puppy: and as for me, let me alone; I'll come after, like a water-dog, that will shake them off when I have no use of them. My masters, the watchword is given. Furor, discharge.
FUROR to SIR RADERIC.
The great projector of the thunderbolts,
He that is wont to piss whole clouds of rain
Into the earth, vast gaping urinal,
Which that one-ey'd subsizer of the sky,
Dan Phoebus, empties by calidity;
He and his townsmen planets brings to thee
Most fatty lumps of earth's fecundity.[112]
SIR RADERIC.
Why, will this fellow's English break the Queen's peace?
I will not seem to regard him.
PHANTASMA to AMORETTO. [Reads from a Horace, addressing himself.] Mecaenas, atavis edite regibus, O, et praesidium et dulce decus meum, Dii faciant votis vela secunda tuis.
INGENIOSO.
God save you, good Master Recorder, and good fortunes follow your
deserts.
I think I have cursed him sufficiently in few words. [Aside.
SIR RADERIC.
What have we here? three begging soldiers?
Come you from Ostend or from Ireland?
PAGE. Cujum pecus? an Melibaei? I have vented all the Latin one man had.