COM. SEN. I will walk with you very willingly, for I grow weary of sitting. Come, Master Register and Master Phantastes.
[Exeunt OMNES.
ACTUS QUARTUS, SCAENA PRIMA.
MENDACIO, ANAMNESTES, HEURESIS.
MEN. Prythee, Nam, be persuaded: is't not better to go to a feast, than stay here for a fray?
ANA. A feast? dost think Auditus will make the judges a feast?
MEN. Faith, ay. Why should he carry them to his house else?
ANA. Why, sirrah, to hear a set or two of songs: 'slid, his banquets are nothing but fish, all sol, sol, sol.[275] I'll teach thee wit, boy; never go thee to a musician's house for junkets, unless thy stomach lies in thine ears; for there is nothing but commending this song's delicate air, that ode's dainty air, this sonnet's sweet air, that madrigal's melting air, this dirge's mournful air: this church air, that chamber air: French air, English air, Italian air. Why, lad, they be pure camelions; they feed only upon air.
MEN. Camelions? I'll be sworn some of your fiddlers be rather camels, for by their good wills they will never leave eating.
ANA. True, and good reason, for they do nothing all the day but stretch and grate their small guts. But, O, yonder's the ape Heuresis; let me go, I prythee.