MENDACIO, TACTUS.
MEN. Now, chaste Diana, grant my nets to hold.
TAC. The blushing[179] childhood of the cheerful morn
Is almost grown a youth, and overclimbs[180]
Yonder gilt eastern hills; about which time
Gustus most earnestly importun'd me
To meet him hereabouts, what cause I know not.
MEN. You shall do shortly, to your cost, I hope. [Aside.]
TAC. Sure by the sun it should be nine o'clock.
MEN. What, a star-gazer! will you ne'er look down? [Aside.]
TAC. Clear is the sun and blue the firmament;
Methinks the heavens do smile— [TACTUS sneezeth.
MEN. At thy mishap! To look so high, and stumble in a trap. [Aside. TACTUS stumbleth at the robe and crown.
TAC. High thoughts have slipp'ry feet, I had well-nigh fallen.
MEN. Well doth he fall that riseth with a fall. [Aside.]