Dor. Well, I thanke you.
Tyr. Are you not sicklye? 290
Cli. Noe, I thanke God.
Tyr. Yet you shall both dye quicklye.
Goe, thou hast done, Tyresias; bidd adiew;
[Exit.
Dor. Shall wee dye quickly, both? I pray what coulour?
Ile bee a diar, thou shalt be a fuller;
Weele cozin the prophett, I my life will pawne yee,
Thou shalt dye whyte, & Ile dye oreng tawnye.
Enter Narcissus walkinge.
Cli. O eyes, what see you? Eyes, bee ever bloud shedd
That turne your Master thus into a codshead. 300
O eyes, noe eyes, O instruments, O engines,
That were ordain'd to worke your Master's vengeance!
His huge orentall beawty melts my eyeballs
Into rayne dropps, even as sunne doth snowballes.
F. 76r rev. Dor. Cracke eye strings, cracke,
Runne eyes, runne backe,
My lovely brace of beagles;
Looke no more on
Yon shininge sunne,
For your eyes are not eagles. 310
Leave off the chace
My pretty brace,
And hide you in your kennell,
And hunt no more,
Your sight is sore;
Oh that I had some fennell!
Nar. Leave off to bragg, thou boy of Venus bredd,
I am as faire as thou, for white & redd;
If then twixt mee & thee theres no more oddes,
Why I on earth & thou amongst the goddes? 320