Then Perim danceth.
How like you this? Doth he well?
Diog. The better, the worser.[941] 5
Syl. The musicke very good.
Diog. The musitions very bad, who onely study to have their strings in tune, never framing their manners to order.
Syl. Now shall you see the other. Tumble, sirha!
Milo tumbleth.
How like you this? Why do you laugh? 10
Diog. To see a wagge that was borne to breake his neck by destinie to practise it by art.
Milo. This dogge will bite me; I will not be with him.