SCENA. 6.
Visvs. Appetitvs. Mendatio.
Vis.
O that I could but finde the villaine Outis,
Outis the villaine, that thus blinded mee.
Men.
Who is this? Visus?
Ap.
I, I, I, otherwise callled Polyphemus.
Vis.
By heauens bright Sunne, the dayes most glorious
eye,
That lightneth all the world but Polypheme,
And by myne eye that once was answerable
Vnto that Sunne, but now's extinguished.
Men.
He can see to sweare mee thinkes?
Vis.
If I but once lay hands vpon the slaue,
That thus hath rob'd mee of my dearest iewell,
Ile rend the Miscreant into a thousand peeces.
And gnash his trembling members 'twixt my teeth,
Drinking his liue-warme blood to satisfie,
The boyling thirst of paine and furiousnesse,
That thus exasperates great Polypheme.
Men.
Pray thee Appetitus see how hee graspes for that hee
would be loath to finde.
Ap.
What's that? a stumbling block?
Vis,
These hands, that whilom tore vp sturdy Oakes,
And rent the rock that dasht out Acis braines,
Both in the stole-blisse of my Galatea,
Serue now (ô misery) to no better vse,
But for bad guides to my vnskilfull feete.
Neuer accustomed thus to be directed.
Men.
As I am a rogue, hee wants nothing but a wheele, to
make him the true picture of Fortune; how saist? what shall
we play at blind-man-buffe with him?
Ap.
I if thou wilt, but first ile trie whether he can see?
Vis.
Find me out Outis, search the rocks, and woods,
The hilles and dales, and all the Coast's adioyning.
That I may haue him, and reuenge my wrong,
Ap.
Visus mee thinkes your eyes are well enough.
Vis.
What's hee that calles mee Visus? do'st not know.
(They run about him, playing with him, and abusing him.)
Ap.
To him Mendatio, to him, to him.
Men.
There, there Appetitus, hee comes, he comes; ware
ware, he comes, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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Visus stumbles falles downe, and sits still.
