SCENA. 18.
The Senses, Appetitvs and Lingva a sleepe.
Phantastes. Comv. Sensvs. Memoria. Anamnestes.
Pha.
st, my Lord, softly, softly, here's the notablest peece of
treason discouered, how say you Lingua, set all the Senses at ods,
she hath confest it to me in her sleepe.
Com. Sen.
Ist possible Maister Register? did you euer know
any talke in their sleepe?
Mem.
I remember my Lord many haue done so very oft, but
women are troubled, especially with this talking disease, many
of them haue I heard answer in their dreames, and tell what
they did all day awake.
Anam.
By the same token, there was a wanton maide, that
being askt by her Mother, what such a one did with her so late
one night in such a roome, she presently said, that—
Mem.
Peace you vilde rake hell, is such a iest fitte for this
company, no more I say sirra.
Pha.
My Lord will you belieue your owne eares, you shall
heare her answere me, as directly and truely as may be. Lingua,
what did you with the Crowne and garments.
Ling.
Ile tell thee Mendacio.
Pha.
Shee thinkes Mendacio speakes to her, marke
nowe, marke howe truely shee will answere: what say you Madame?
Ling.
I say Phantastes is a foolish transparent gull; a meere
fanatick nupson, in my immagination not worthie to sit as a Iudges
assistant.
Com. Sen.
Ha, ha, ha, howe truely and directly shee answeres.
Pha.
Faw, faw, she dreames now she knowes not what shee
saies, I trie her once againe: Madame? what remedie can you
haue for your greate losses?
Ling.
O are you come Acrasia? welcome, welcome, boy
reach a Cushion sit downe good Acrasia: I am so beholding to
you, your potion wrought exceedinglie, the senses were so mad,
did not you see how they raged about the woods?
Com. Sen.
Hum, Acrasia? is Acrasia her confederate? my life
that witch hath wrought some villany,—
Lingua riseth in her sleepe, and walketh.
how's this? is shee a sleepe? haue you seene one walke thus
before?
Mem.
It is a very common thinge, I haue seene many sicke
of the Peripatetick disease.
Ana.
By the same token my Lord, I knewe one that went
abroad in his sleepe, bent his bowe, shot at a Magpie, kild
her, fetcht his arrowe, came home, lockt the doores, and went
to bed againe.
Com. Sen.
What should be the reason of it?
Mem.
I remember Scalliger told mee the reason once, as I
thinke thus: The nerues that carrie the mouing faculty, from
the braines, to the thighes, legges, feete, and armes, are wider
farre then the other nerues, wherfore they are not so easily stopt
with the vapours of sleepe, but are night and daie ready to performe
what fancy shall command them.
Com. Sen.
It may bee so, but Phantastes enquire more of Acrasia.
Pha.
What did you with the potion Acrasia made you:
Lin.
Gaue it to the Senses, and made them as madde as—
well, If I cannot recouer it—let it goe, Ile not leaue them
thus.
She lies downe againe.
Com. Sen.
Boy a wake the Senses there.
An.
Hoe, hoe, Auditus, vp, vp, so hoe, Olfactus haue at your
nose, vp Visus, Gustus, Tactus, vp: What can you not feele a
pinch? haue at you with a pinne.
Tac.
Oh, you stab me, oh,
Com. Sen.
Tactus, know you how you came hither:
Tac.
No my Lord, not I, this I remember,
We sup't with Gustus, and had wine good store,
Whereof I thinke I tasted liberally.
Amongst the rest, wee drunke a composition,
Of a most dellicate, and pleasant rellish,
That made our braynes, somewhat irregular.
