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SCEN. 16.

Appetitvs, Irrascibilis, with a willowe in his hand pul'd vp by the rootes. Somnvs, Crapvla.
The Senses all a sleepe.
App.
So now's the time that I would gladly meete,
These madding Senses that abus'd mee thus;
What? haunt me like an owle? make an Asse of me?
No they shall know, I scorne to serue such masters,
As cannot master their affections,
Their iniuries haue chang'd my nature,
Now I'le be no more called hungry parasite:
But henceforth answere to the wrathfull name
Of angry Appetite, my choller's vp:
Zephirus coole me quickly with thy fanne,
Or elce Ile cut thy cheekes, why this is braue:
Farre better then to faune at Gustus table,
For a few scrappes, no, no, such words as these,
By Pluto stabbe the villaine, kill the slaue:
By the infernall hagges, Ile hough the rogue,
And paunch the rascall that abusd me thus,
Such words as these fitte angry Appetite.

Enter Crapvla.
Cra.

Somnus, Somnus, come hether, come hether quickly,
hee's here, hee's here.

App.

I marry is he sirra, what of that? base miscreant Crapula.

Cra.

O gentle Appetitus.

App.

You muddy gulche, darst looke me in the face, while
mine eyes sparkle, with reuengfull fire? (tiff, toff, tiff, toff,)

Cra.
Good Appetitus.

App.
Peace you fat bawson, peace, (tiff, toff, tiff, toff,)
Seest not this fatall engine of my wrath?
Villaine Ile maule thee for thine old offences,
And grinde thy bones to powder with this pestle:
You when I had no weapons to defend me,
Could beate me out of dores; but now prepare,
Make thy selfe ready, for thou shalt not scape.
Thus doth the great reuengefull Appetite,
Vpon his fatte foe, wreake his wrathfull spite.

Appetitvs heaueth vp his club to braine Crapvla, but Somnvs in the meane. time, catcheth him behind and binds him?
Som.
Why how now Crapula?

Cra.
Am I not dead? is not my soule departed?

Som.

No, no, see where he lyes, that would haue hurt thee?
feare nothing?

Somnus laies the Senses all in a circle, feete to feete, and wafts his wand ouer them,
So rest you all in silent quietnesse,
Let nothing wake you till the power of sleepe,
With his sweete dew, cooling your braines inflamed,
Hath rectified the vaine and idle thoughts,
Bred by your surfet, and distemperature:
Loe here the Senses late outragious,
All in a round together sleepe like friends,
For there's no difference twixt the King and Clowne,
The poore and rich, the beautious and deformed,
Wrapt in the vaile of night, and bonds of sleepe,
Without whose powre, and sweete dominion,
Our life were Hell, and pleasure painfulnesse,
The sting of enuie, and the dart of loue,
Auarice talons, and the fire of hate:
Would poison, wound, distract, and soone consume,
The heart, the liuer, life and minde of man;
The sturdie Mower, that with brawnie armes,
Wieldeth the crooked sithe, in many a swathe,
Cutting the flowrie pride, on the veluet plaine,
Lies downe at night, and in the weary folds
Of his wiues armes, forgets his labour past,
The painfull Marriner, and carefull Smith,
The toyling Plowman, all Artificers,
Most humbly yeeld to my dominion,
Without due rest, nothing is durable.
Loe thus doth Somnus conquer all the world
With his most awfull wand, and halfe the yeare
Raignes ouer the best and proudest Emperours.
Onely the nurslings of the Sisters nine,
Rebels against me, scorne my great command:
And when darke night from her bedewy wings,
Drops sleepie silence to the eyes of all,
They onely wake, and with vnwearied toile,
Labour to finde the Uia lactea,
That leads to the heauen of immortallitie,
And by the loftie towring of their minde,
Fledgd with the feathers of a learned muse,
They raise themselues vnto the highest pitch,
Marrying base earth, and heauen in a thought;
But thus I punish their rebellion,
Their industrie was neuer yet rewarded,
Better to sleepe then wake, and toile for nothing.

Exeunt Somnus & Crapula.