SOM. Content.
[Exeunt SOMNUS et CRAPULA.
SCAENA DECIMA SEXTA.
APPETITUS IRASCIBILIS with a willow in his hand, pulled up
by the roots, SOMNUS, CRAPULA. The Senses all asleep.
APP. So now's the time that I would gladly meet
These madding Senses that abus'd me thus;
What, haunt me like an owl? make an ass of me?
No, they shall know I scorn to serve such masters,
As cannot master their affections.
Their injuries have chang'd my nature now;
I'll be no more call'd hungry parasite,
But henceforth answer to the wrathful name
Of Angry Appetite. My choler's up.
Zephyrus, cool me quickly with thy fan,
Or else I'll cut thy cheeks. Why this is brave,
Far better than to fawn at Gustus' table
For a few scraps; no, no such words as these—
By Pluto, stab the villain, kill the slave:
By the infernal hags I'll hough[313] the rogue,
And paunch the rascal that abus'd me thus.
Such words as these fit angry Appetite.
Enter CRAPULA.
CRA. Somnus, Somnus, come hither, come hither quickly, he's here, he's here!
APP. Ay, marry is he, sirrah, what of that base miscreant Crapula?
CRA. O gentle Appetitus!
APP. You muddy gulch[314], dar'st look me in the face,
While mine eyes sparkle with revengeful fire? [Beats him.