TAC. O, do not, do not, do not; come hither.
Will you be a fool?
VIS. Had he not wings upon his feet and shoulders?
MEN. Yes, yes, and a fine wand in his hand,
Curiously wrapped with a pair of snakes.
TAC. Will half content you? pish, 'twill ne'er be known.
GUS. My life, 'twas Mercury.
MEN. I do not know his name;
But this I'm sure, his hat had wings upon't.
VIS. Doubtless 'twas he; but say, my boy, what did he?
MEN. First I beheld him hovering in the air,
And then down stooping with an hundred gyres:[196]
His feet he fixed on Mount Cephalon;[197]
From whence he flew and lighted on that plain,
And with disdainful steps soon glided thither:
Whither arrived, he suddenly unfolds
A gorgeous robe and glittering ornament,
And lays them all upon that hillock:
This done, he wafts his wand, took wing again,
And in a moment vanish'd out of sight.
With that mine eyes 'gan stare, and heart grew cold,
And all my quiv'ring joints with sweat bedew'd:
My heels (methought) had wings as well as his,
And so away I ran; but by the way
I met a man, as I thought, coming thither.
GUS. What marks had he?
MEN. He had a great—what! this is he, this is he.