greater part that is lost, & this shalbe my first practise: for wit must work, where authoritie is not. Assoone as Alexander hath viewed this portraiture, I will by deuise giue it a blemish, that by that meanes she may come again to my shop; and then as good it were to vtter my loue, and die with deniall, as conceale it, & liue in60 despaire.
SONG BY APELLES.
CVpid and my Campaspe playd
At Cardes for kisses, Cupid payd;
He stakes his Quiuer, Bow, & Arrows,
His Mothers doues, & teeme of sparows;65 Looses them too; then, downe he throwes
The corrall of his lippe, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how),
With these, the cristall of his Brow,
And then the dimple of his chinne:70 All these did my Campaspe winne.
At last, hee set her both his eyes;
Shee won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Loue! has shee done this to Thee?
What shall (Alas!) become of mee?75
SCHÆENA PRIMA.--〈The Market-place, with Diogenes' tub.〉
SOLINUS, PSYLLUS, GRANICHUS, MANES, Diogenes, Populus.
〈Enter SOLINUS, PSYLLUS, GRANICHUS.〉
Soli. This is the place, the day, the time, that Diogenes hath appointed to flye.
Psyllus. I will not loose the flight of so faire a fowle as Diogenes is, though my maister cogel my no bodie, as he threatned.
Gran. What Psyllus, will the beaste wag his winges to-day?5
Psyllus. We shall heare: for here commeth Manes: Manes will it be?
Manes. Be? he were best be as cunning as a Bee, or else shortly he will not be at all.____________________