Phry. I meane to inioy the world, and to draw out my life at the wiredrawers, not to curtall it off at the Cuttelers.
Lais. You may talke of warre, speake bigge, conquer worldes15 with great wordes: but stay at home, where in steede of Alarums you shall haue daunces, for hot battelles with fierce menne, gentle Skirmishes with fayre womenne. These pewter coates canne neuer sitte so wel as satten dublets. Beleeue mee, you cannot conceaue the pleasure of peace, vnlesse you despise the rudenesse of warre.20
Mil. It is so. But see Diogenes prying ouer his tubbe: Diogenes, what sayest thou to such a morsel?
Diog. I say, I would spit it out of my mouth, because it should not poyson my stomack.
Phry. Thou speakest as thou art, it is no meate for dogges.25
Diog. I am a dogge, and Phylosophy rates mee from carion.
Lais. Vnciuill wretch, whose manners are aunswerable to thy callynge, the time was thou wouldest haue hadde my company, had it not beene, as thou saidst, too deare.
Diog. I remember there was a thinge that I repented me of, and30 now thou haste told it: indeed it was to deare of nothing, and thou deare to no bodye.
Lais. Downe, villaine, or I wil haue thy head broken!
Mil. Will you couch?
Phry. Auaunt, curre! Come sweete Lays, let vs go to some35 place and possesse peace. But first let vs sing, there is more pleasure in tuning of a voyce, then in a volly of shotte. 〈Song.〉
Mil. Now let vs make haste, least Alexander finde vs here.
ALEXANDER, HEPHESTION, Page, Diogenes, APELLES, CAMPASPE.
〈Enter ALEXANDER, HEPHAESTION and Page.〉
Alex. Mee thinketh, Hephestion, you are more melancholy then you were accustomed; but I perceiue it is all for Alexander. You can neither brooke this peace, nor my pleasure; be of good cheare, though I winke, I sleepe not.
Hep. Melancholy, I am nor well content: for I know not5____________________