Sober, discreet, and able to subdue His passions otherwise-even like our Lycius- JULIUS. But now unto the proof. The dainty fable! Like a real door (knocking); a cloud scarce wars so, But when Jove strikes it with a thunderbolt. I'll tell you, sir, She is a wanton, and that's quite enough. To perish a world of wealth. [PICUS comes to the door. Ho, sirrah! fellow ! Is your lady now within ? PICUS. No, sir, she's out. Something hath put her out-she will see nobody. The rout of company. APOLLONIUS. [4 loud shout without. Why, then, I think The medical conclave might observe more quiet. Look, knave! are these her grave, her learned physicians ? To settle our dispute: we have a gage on't, The sophist here and I. There is one lives in that house-(pointing to LAMIA'S She was kind enough, for our poor sakes, to send That will make him footsore. CURIO. Yes, a sort of summons Cunningly forged to bid him haste to his father, JULIUS. This is too true. [To APOLLONIUS, I left our father but this very morn The halest of old men. He was then on his way They'll encounter upon the road! APOLLONIUS. Here is some foul and double-damned deception. [LAMIA, by signs, assents to this reflection. I'll catechise myself. Here, sir-—you—you— [TO CURIO. Who have gazed upon this witch, touched her, and talked with her, How know you she is woman, flesh and blood, VOL. VI. True clay and mortal lymph, and not a mockery Canst swear she is no cloud-no subtle ether No fog, bepainted with deluding dyes- CURIO. How? by my senses. If I nipped her cheek till it brought the white and red, I wot she is no fog. APOLLONIUS. Fie on the senses ! What are the senses but our worst arch-traitors? By the corrupted treason of his senses? Fie on the shallow senses! What doth swear And not a whit a snake! Hark! there's my answer. That noise shall be my comment. [LAMIA closes the window violently. GALLO. He talks in riddles, Like a sphinx lapped in a blanket. Gentles-Curio— [Exeunt CURIO, GALLO, &c. There's one I know in her house, By name Mercutius, a most savage fellow : I commend ye to his wrath. A Chamber in LAMIA's House. Enter MEROUTIUS in a distracted manner. MERCUTIUS. Where is this haunting witch? Not here! not here !— Why then for a little rest and unlooked calm Ay, such a calm As the shipmate curses on the stagnate sea Till it burns the sole of his foot. My purpose idles, Of pangs-deliriums-raving ecstacies— And desperate impulse. Ha! a foot !-I know it!- Like a wild boar from a thicket. [He hides himself behind an arras: LAMIA enters, holding her forehead betwixt her palms. LAMIA. This should be a real head, or 'twould not throb so; I would he had these racking pains within; Ay, and those he hath set in my heart, to drive him mad. There are two below beseech you For a conference. The one's a wrinkled greybeard, The other LAMIA. You need not name. I will see neither; And tell them-look-with a copy of this frown, |