Ron. Why, that's the court at Cambridge, forty miles hence.
What else?
Pan. A hall thrust full of bare heads, some bald, some bush'd,
Some bravely branch'd.[247]
Ron. That's the university,
Larded with townsmen. Look you there, what now?
Pan. Who? I see Dover Pier, a man now landing.
Attended by two porters, that seem to groan
Under the burden of two loads of paper.
Ron. That's Coriatus Persicus[248] and's observations
Of Asia and Afric.
Pan. The price?
Ron. I dare not sell't;
But here's another of a stranger virtue.
The great Albumazar, by wondrous art,
In imitation of this perspicil,
Hath fram'd an instrument that magnifies
Objects of hearing, as this doth of seeing;
That you may know each whisper from Prester John
Against the wind, as fresh as 'twere delivered
Through a trunk or Gloucester's list'ning wall.[249]
Pan. And may I see it, sir? Bless me once more.
Ron. 'Tis something ceremonious; but you shall try't.
Stand thus. What hear you?