WHAT YOU WILL. INDUCTION. ¶ Before the musicke sounds for the Acte, enter ATTICUS, DORICUS, and PHYLOMUSE; they sit a good while on the Stage before the candles are lighted, talking together, and on suddeine DORICUS speakes. Dor. ¶ Enter Tier-man with lights. FIE, some lights! Sirs, fie! let there be no deeds of darknesse done among us. I-so, so, pree thee, Tyer-man, set Sineor Snuffe a fier: he's a chollerick gentleman; he will take pepper in the nose instantly; feare not. Fore Heaven, I wonder they tollerate him so nere the stage. Phy. Faith, Doricus, thy braine boiles; keele it, keele it, or all the fatt's in the fire; in the name of Phoebus, what merry genius haunts thee to-day? Thy lips play with feathers. Dor. Troth, they should pick straws before they should be idle. Atti. But why-but why doost thou wonder they dare suffer Snuffe so neere the stage? Dor. O, well recald; marry, Sir Sineor Snuffe, Mounsieur Mew, and Cavaliero Blirt, are three of the most to bee fear'd auditors that ever Phy. Pish! for shame! stint thy idle chatte. Dor. Nay, dreame what-so-ere your fantasie swimmes on, Phylomuse; I protest, in the love you have procured mee to beare your friend the author, I am vehemently fearefull this threefold halter of contempt that choakes the breath of witte, these aforesaid tria sunt omnia, knights of the meaw, will sitt heavie on the skirtes of his sceanes, if Phy. If what? Beleeve it, Doricus, his spirit Shall he be creast-falne, if some looser braine, His slight composures? Shall his bosome faint, Shall his resolve be struck through with the blirt Why, gentle spirits, what loose waving fane, Dor. Nay, nay, nay. Heavens my hope, I cannot smoth this straine; Witts death, I cannot. What a leaprous humor By common scence; and that which pleased most, Were shapt to pleasure, not pleasure to your rules; It must inforce the world to currant them, |