PHA. Visus, I wonder that amongst all your objects, you presented us not with Plato's idea, or the sight of Nineveh,[266] Babylon, London, or some Stourbridge-fair monsters; they would have done passing well. Those motions, in my imagination, are very delightful.
VIS. I was loth to trouble your honours with such toys, neither could I provide them in so short a time.
COM. SEN. We will consider your worth; meanwhile, we dismiss you.
[VISUS leads his show about the stage, and so goeth out with it.
SCAENA ULTIMA.
AUDITUS, &c.
AUD. Hark, hark, hark, hark! peace, peace, O, peace! O sweet, admirable, swanlike, heavenly! hark, O most mellifluous strain! O, what a pleasant close was there! O fall[267] most delicate!
COM. SEN. How now, Phantastes! is Auditus mad?
PHA. Let him alone, his musical head is always full of old crotchets.
AUD. Did you mark the dainty driving of the last point, an excellent maintaining of the song; by the choice timpan of mine ear, I never heard a better! hist, 'st, 'st, hark! why, there's a cadence able to ravish the dullest stoic.