COM. SEN. 'Tis high time he were at court. I would he would come.
SCAENA QUARTA.
MEMORY, an old decrepit man, in a black velvet cassock,[225] a taffeta gown furred with white grogram, a white beard, velvet slippers, a watch, staff, &c. ANAMNESTES, his page, in a grave satin suit, purple buskins, a garland of bays and rosemary, a gimmal ring[226] with one link hanging, ribbons and threads tied to some of his fingers; in his hand a pair of table-books, &c.
MEMORY, ANAMNESTES, PHANTASTES, COMMUNIS SENSUS.
MEM. How soon a wise man shall have his wish!
COM. SEN. Memory, the season of your coming is very ripe.
PHA. Had you stayed a little longer, 'twould have been stark rotten.
MEM. I am glad I saved it from the swine. 'Sprecious, I have forgot something. O, my purse, my purse! Why, Anamnestes, Remembrance? that wild boy is always gadding. I remember he was at my heels even now, and now the vile rascal is vanished.
PHA. Is he not here? Why, then in my imagination he's left behind.
Hollo! Anamnestes, Remembrance!
ANA. [Running in haste.] Anon, anon, sir; anon, anon, sir; anon, anon, sir; anon, anon, sir.