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SCEN. 10.

Crapvla a fat bellied slaue, clothed in a light vaile of Sarsnet, a Garland of vine-leaues on his head. &c. Somnvs in a mantle of blacke Cobweb-laune, downe to the foote ouer a duskie coloured taffata Coate, and a Crowne of poppy tops on his head, a company of darke coloured silke scarfs in one hand, a Mace of Poppey in the other, leaning his head vpon a pillow on Crapula's shoulders.
Cra.
Somnus, good Somnus, sweet Somnus, come a pace!

Som.
Hei-oh, oh, are you sure they be so? oho, ho, oho, hei, waw?
What good can I do? ou, hoh, hawe.

Cra.
Why I tell you vnlesse you helpe
(Somnus fals downe and sleepes)
Soft sonne of night, right heyre to Quietnesse,
Labours repose, lifes best restoratiue,
Digestions carefull Nurse, blouds Comforter,
Wits helpe, thoughts charme, the stay of Microcosme,
Sweet Somnus cheefest enemy to Care:
My dearest friend, liftvp thy lumpish head,
Ope thy dull eyes, shake of this drowsines,
Rowse vp thy selfe.

Somnvs.
O Crapula, how now, how now, oh oh howe whose there?
Crapula speake quickly what's the matter?

Cra.
As I told you, the noble Senses peeres of Microcosme;
Will eft soone fall to ruine perpetuall,
Vnlesse your readie helping hand recure them:
Lately they banqueted at Gustus table.


And there fell madde, or drunke, I know not whether,
So that it's doubtfull in these outragious fits,
That theile murther one another.

Som.
Feare it not if they haue scapt already,
Bring me to them, or them to me,
Ile quickly make them know the power,
Of my large stretcht authoritie.
These cordes of sleepe wherewith I wont to bind,
The strongest armes that ere resisted me,
Shall be the meanes, whereby I will correct
The Senses outrage, and distemperature.

Cra.
Thankes gentle Somnus, Ile go seeke them out,
And bring them to you soone as possible.

Som.
Dispatch it quickly least I fall a sleep for want of worke.

Cra.
Stand still, stand still? Uisus I thinke comes yonder.
If you thinke good, begin and bind him first:
For he made fast, the rest will soone be quiet.
Exit Crapula.