Loud noisy talking on the fifth attends; II. (P.73.) CUMBERLAND. Why, foolish painter, give those wings to Love? 10 Let not his fingers touch the public chest, Who by his own profusion is distrest; For long long years of care it needs must take To heal those wounds, which one short hour will make. EUBULUS EUPHRON.] CUMBERLAND. V. (P.76.) Wretch! find new gods to witness to new lies, CUMBERLAND. MNESIMACHUS. I. (P.77.) Dost know whom thou'rt to sup with, friend?—I'll tell thee; With gladiators, not with peaceful guests; Instead of knives we're arm'd with naked swords, And swallow firebrands in the place of food: Of shatter'd spears: the cushions we repose on Know'st thou with whom thou hast to deal? And Cretic shafts, as sweetmeats stored, CUMBERLAND. Herken my word: wote thou, leve1 brother min, 10 5 5 10 WRANGHAM. [EUPHRON-MNESIMACHUS. 5 Eftsone the page doth sette upon our bord, W. W. any thing eaten with bread. 7 side of a hill. 2 devour. 5 arrows. 6 shattered. 8 coat of mail. 9 lie. 10 they them call. 5 10 II. (P. 78.) MASTER. Hark ye, fellow! make the best of your way to Phidon's riding-school (your road lies through the cypress-grove burying-place to the forum by the public baths, where our tribunes hold their meetings) and tell those pretty gentlemen, who are there at their exercises of vaulting on their horses and off their horses (you know well enough whom I mean) tell 'em, I say, that supper is grown cold, their liquor hot, their pastry dry, their bread stale, their roast done to powder, their salt-meat stript from the very bones, their tripes, chitterlings, sausages and stuft-puddings mangled and devoured by guests, who are beforehand with 'em: the glass has gone round, and the wine is nearly out; the company are at their frolics, and the house thrown out of the windows-Now mark and remember every syllable I have said to you-Dost yawn, rascal?-Let me hear if you can repeat the message I have given you. SERVANT. From the first word to the last, as you shall witness. I am to bid those sparks come home and not loiter till the cook makes plunder of the broken victuals; I am to say the boil'd and the roast are ready; I am to reckon up their bill of fare, their onions, olives, garlick, coleworts, gourds, beans, lettuce, knot-grass; their salted tunny-fish, their shad, sturgeon, soals, conger, purple-fish and black-fish, (both whole ones) their anchovy, mackarel, fresh tunny, gudgeons, rock-fish, dog-fish tails, cramp-fish, frog-fish, perch, baccalao, sardin, seaweed-fish, seaMNESIMACHUS.] urchin, surmullet, cuckow-fish, pastinaca, lamprey, barbel, greymullet, lebias, sparus, char, Ælian-fish, Thracian-fish, swallow-fish, prawns, calamary, flounder, shrimps, polypody, cuttle-fish, orphus, lobster, crab, bleak, needle-fish, sprats, sea-scorpion, and grigg— I am to put them in mind of their roasts without number, of their goose, pork, beef, lamb, mutton, goat, kid, pullet, duck, swan, partridge, bergander, and a thousand more-I am to warn them that their messmates are already fast by the teeth, chewing, gnawing, cutting, carving, boiling, roasting, laughing, playing, dancing, junketing, drinking, mobbing, scuffling, boxing, battling,— that the pipers are at their sport; every body singing, chorussing, clamouring, whilst the house smoaks with the odours of cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, sweet-cane, storax, aloes, ambergrise, musk, camphire, cassia, and a flood of all other exquisite perfumes. CUMBERLAND. MOSCHIO. I. (P. 92.) Let the earth cover and protect its dead! II. III. IV. (Pp. 93. 94.) Wound not the soul of a departed man! CUMBERLAND. 5 5 MNESIMACHUS-MOSCHIO. The dumb, that cannot utter? When the soul Sek nat the holie ded for to diffame; NICOSTRATUS. (P. 95.) If this incessant chattering be your plan, PHOENICIDES. (P. 95.) So help me Venus! as I'm fairly sick, 10 CUMBERLAND. W. W. CUMBERLAND. 5 Than straight behold! a Man of War assail'd me— Shew'd me good stock of scars, but none of cash, 10 No, not a doit-but still he vapour'd much |