Trachi. Nothing, but that I hope it be not.
Pandi. Why, in courtes there is nothing more common. And as to be bald among the Micanyans it was accounted no shame, because
they were all balde: so to be in loue among courtiers it is no35 discredit: for that they are al in loue.
Trachi. Why, what doe you think of our Ladies?
Pandi. As of the Seres' wooll, which beeing whitest & softest, fretteth soonest and deepest.
Trachi. I will not tempt you in your deepe Melãcholy, least you40 seeme sowre to those which are so sweete. But come, let vs walke a litle into the fieldes, it may bee the open ayre will disclose your close conceites.
Pandi. I will goe with you: but send our pages away. Exeunt.
SCHÆNA SECUNDA.--〈A Street.〉
〈Enter〉 CRYTICUS, MOLUS, 〈afterwards〉 CALYPHO.
Criti. What browne studie art thou in Molus? no mirth? no life?
Molus. I am in the depth of my learning driuen to a muse, how this lent I shall scamble in the court, that was woont to fast so ofte in the Vniuersitie.
Criti. Thy belly is thy God5.
Molus. Then is he a deaffe God.
Molus. For venter non habet aures. But thy backe is thy God.
Criti. Then is it a blind God.
Molus. How proue you that?10
Criti. Easie. Nemo videt manticœ quod in tergo est.
Molus. Then woulde the sachell that hanges at your God, id est, your backe, were full of meate to stuffe my God, hoc est, my belly.
Criti. Excellent. But how canst thou studie, when thy minde is
; onely in the kitchen?15
Molus. Doth not the horse trauell beste, that sleapeth with his head in the maunger?
Criti. Yes, what then?
Molus. Good wittes wil apply. But what cheere is there here
Molus. I can eate none, it is winde.____________________