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Scæn. 5.

Enter Paulus (a Poet) and Lycippus, (a Gent.)
Pau.
When is the Inauguration?

Lyc.
Why to morrow.

Paul.
T'will be short time.

Lyc.
Any devise that's hansom,
A Cupid, or the God o'th place will doe it,
Where he must take the Fasces.

Pau.
Or a Grace.

Lyc.
A good Grace ha's no fellow.

Pau.
Let me see,
Wil not his name yeeld somthing? Maximus
By'th way of Anagram? I have found out Axis,
You know he beares the Empire.

Lyc.
Get him wheeles too,
T'will be a cruell carriage else.

Pau.
Some songs too.

Lyc.
By any meanes some songs: but very short ones,
And honest language Paulus, without bursting,
The ayre will fall the sweeter.

Pau.
A Grace must doe it.

Lyc.
Why let a Grace then.

Pau.
Yes it must be so;
And in a robe of blew too, as I take it.

Lyc.
This poet is a little kin to'th Painter
That could paint nothing but a ramping Lion,
So all his learned fancies are blew Graces,

Pau.
What think ye of a Sea-nymph, and a heaven?

Lyc.
Why what shold she do there man? ther's no water.

Pau.
By'th masse that's true, it must be a grace, and yet
Me thinkes a Rain-bow.

Luy.
And in blew,

Pau.
Oh yes;
Hanging in arch above him, and i'th midle

Lyc.
A showre of raine.

Pau.
No, no, it must bee a Grace,

Lyc.
Why prethee Grace him then.

Pau.
Or Orpheus,
Comming from hell.

Lyc.
In blew too.

Pau.
Tis the better;
And as he rises, full of fires.

Lyc.
Now blesse us.
Will not that spoile his Lute strings Paulus?

Pau.
Singing,
And crossing of his armes.

Lyc.
How can he play then?

Pau.
It shall be a Grace, ile doe it:

Lyc.
Prethee doe,
And with as good a grace as thou canst possible;
Good fury Paulus, be i'th morning with me,
And pray take measure of his mouth that speaks it.

Exeunt