Gran. What doest thou then?
Psyllus. This doth hee then: bring in many examples that some have lived by savours; and proveth that much easier it is to fat by colours; and telles of birdes that have been fatted by painted grapes in winter, and how many have so fed their eyes with their mistresse 65 picture that they never desired to take food, being glutted with the delight in their favours.[800] Then doth he shew me counterfeites,—such as have surfeited, with their filthy and lothsome vomites; and the riotous[801] Bacchanalls of the god Bacchus and his disorderly crew; which are painted all to the life in his shop. To 70 conclude, I fare hardly, though I goe richly, which maketh me when I should begin to shadow a ladies face, to draw a lambs head, and sometime to set to the body of a maid a shoulder of mutton, for Semper animus meus est in patinis.[802]
Manes. Thou art a god to mee; for, could I see but a cookes 75 shop painted, I would make mine eyes fatte as butter, for I have nought but sentences to fill my maw: as, Plures occidit crapula quam gladius; Musa jejunantibus amica; Repletion killeth delicatly; and an old saw of abstinence by[803] Socrates,—The belly is the heads grave. Thus with sayings, not with meate, he maketh a gallimafray.[804] 80
Gran. But how doest thou then live?
Manes. With fine jests, sweet ayre, and the dogs[805] almes.
Gran. Well, for this time I will stanch thy gut, and among pots and platters thou shall see what it is to serve Plato.
Psyllus. For joy of it, Granichus, lets sing. 85
Manes. My voice is as cleare in the evening as in the morning.[806]
Gran. An other commoditie of emptines!
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