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Aler. Well, Aristotle, kindred may blind thee, Cris. Thou thinkest it a grace to be opposite and affection me; but in kings' causes I will against Alexander. not stand to scholars' arguments. This meeting Diog. And thou to be jump' with Alexander. shall be for a commandment, that you all fre Anux. Let us go; for in contemning him, wo quent my court, instruct the young with rules, shall better please him than in wondering at him. confirm the old with reasons. Let your lives bé Aris. Plato, what doest thou think of Diogenes? answerable to your learnings, lest my proceed-+ Plato. To be Socrates, furious? Let us go. ings be contrary to my promises.
[Exeunt philosophers. Hep. You said you would ask every one of them a question, which yesternight none of us could answer. Alex. I will. Plato, of all beasts, which is the
ACT II.-SCENE I. subtilest?
Plato. That which man hitherto never knew. DIOGENES, PSYLLUS, MANES, GRANICHUS.
Alex. Aristotle, how should a man be thought a god?
Psyllus. Behold, Manes, where thy master is; Aris. In doing a thing impossible for a man. seeking either for bones for his dinner, or pins
Alex. Crisippus, which was first, the day or for his sleeves. I will go salute him. the night?
Manes. Do so; but mum, not a word that you Cris. The day, by a day.
saw Manes. Alex. Indeed! strange questions must have Gran. Then stay thou behind, and I will go strange answers. Cleanthes, what say you, is with Psyllus. life or death the stronger ?
Psyllus. All hail, Diogenes, to your proper Cle. Life, that suffereth so many troubles. person, Alex. Crates, how long should a man live ? Diog. All hate to thy peevish conditions.
Crates. Till he think it better to die than to Gran. O dog! live.
l'syllus. What dost thou seek for here? Alex. Anaxarchus, whether doth the sea or Diog. For a man and a beast. the earth bring forth most creatures ?
Grun. That is easy, without thy light, to be Anax. The earth, for the sea is but a part of found. Be not all these men ? the earth.
Diog. Called men. Alex. Hephestion, methinks they have answered Gran. What beast is it thou lookest for? all well, and in such questions I mean often to try Ding. The beast, my man, Manes. them.
Psyllus. He is a beast indeed that will serve Hep. It is better to have in your court a wise thee! man than in your ground a golden mine. There Diog. So is he that begat thee.. fore would I leave war to study wisdom, were J Gran. What wouldst thou do if thou shouldst Alexander.
find Manes ? Alex. So would I, were I Hephestion. But Diog. Give him leave to do as he hath done come, let us go and give release, as I promised, before. to our Theban thrall.2
Gran. What's that? Plato. Thou art fortunate, Aristotle, that Alex Diog. To run away. ander is thy scholar.
Psyllus. Why, hast thou no need of Manes? Aris. And all you happy, that he is your sove Diog. It were a shame for Diogenes to have reign.
need of Manes, and for Manes to have no need of Cris. I could like the man well, if he could Diogenes. be contented to be a man.
Gran. But put the case he were gone, wouldst Aris. He seeketh to draw near to the gods in thou entertain any of us two? knowledge; not to be a god.
Diog. Upon condition,
Diog. That you should tell me wherefore any Plato. Let us question a little with Diogenes, of you both were good. why he went not with us to Alexander. Dio Gran. Why, I am a scholar, and well seen in genes, thou didst forget thy duty, that thou went'st philosophy. not with us to the king.
Psyllus. And I a 'prentice, and well seen in Diog. And you your profession that went to painting: the king.
Diog. Well then, Granichus, be thou a painter Plato. Thou takest as great pride to be peevish to amend thine ill face ; and thou, Psyllus, a as others do glory to be virtuous.
philosopher, to correct thine evil manners. But Diog. And thou as great honour, being a philo- who is that Manes ? sopher, to be thought court-like, as others shame Manes. I care not who I were, so I were not that be courtiers to be accounted philosophers.
Manes. Aris. These austere manners set aside; it is Gran. You are taken tardy.5 well known that thou didst counterfeit money. Psyllus. Let us slip aside, Granichus, to see
Diog. And thou thy manners, in that thou didst the salutation between Manes and his master. not counterfeit money.
Diog. Manes, thou knowest the last day I Aris. Thou hast reason to contemn the court, threw away my dish, to drink in my hand, bebeing, both in body and mind, too crooked for a cause it was superfluous; now I am determined courtier.
to put away my man, and serve myself; quia Diog. As good be crooked, and endeavour non egeo tui vel te. to make myself straight from the court; as be straight, and learn to be crooked at the court.
i to be jump-to agree; Scotch jimp, exact.
furious-raging, or intemperate. 1 answerable to, &c.-in accordance with your teach 3 proper-comely; handsome. ings.
* Well seen-have good insight; well skilled. thral?—prisoner. Probably Timoclea is meant. 3.You have turned lazy.' * from-away from.
6 .For I don't want either thyself or thy service.'
Manes. Master, you know a while ago I ran Alex. Well, now shalt thou see what small away; so do I mean to do again, quia scio tibi difference I make between Alexander and Henon esse argentum.
phestion. And sith! thou hast been always parDiog. I know I have no money, neither will taker of my triumphs, thou shalt be partaker of I have ever a man; for I was resolved long my torments. I love, Hephestion, I love! I love sithence to put away both my slaves, money and Campaspe, a thing far unfit for a Macedonian, Manes.
for a king, for Alexander. Why hangest thou Manes. So was I determined to shake off both down thy head, Hephestion? Blushing to hear my dogs, hunger and Diogene
that which I am not ashamed to tell ? Psyllus. O sweet consents between a crowd Hep. Might my words crave pardon and my and & Jew's harp.
counsel credit, I would both discharge the duty Gran. Come, let us reconcile them.
of a subject, for so I am, and the office of a Psyllu3. It shall not need, for this is their use, friend, for so I will. now do they dine one upon another.
Alex. Speak, Hephestion ; for whatsoever is
[Exit Diogenes. spoken, Hephestion speaketh to Alexander. Gran. How now, Manes, art thou gone from Hep. I cannot tell, Alexander, whether the rethy master?
port be more shameful to be heard, or the cause Manes. No, I did but now bind myself to him. sorrowful to be believed? What!' is the son of Psyllus. Why, you are at mortal jars.
Philip, king of Macedon, become the subject of Manes. In faith no; we brake a bitter jest one Campaspe, the captive of Thebes ? Is that mind, upon another.
whose greatness the world could not contain, Gran. Why, thou art as dogged as he.
drawn within the compass of an idle alluring Psyllus. My father knew them both little whelps. eye? Will you handle the spindle with HerManes. Well, I will hie me after my master. cules, 2 when you should shake the spear with Gran. Why, is it supper time with Diogenes? Achilles ? Is the warlike sound of drum and
Manes. Ay, with him at all time when he hath trump turned to the soft noise of lyre and lute? meat.
the neighing of barbed steeds, whose loudness Psyllus. Why then, every man to his home; filled the air with terror, and whose breaths and let us steal out again anon.
dimmed the sun with smoke, converted to deliGran. Where shall we meet?
cate tunes and amorous glances? O Alexander! Psyllus. Why, at Ala vendibili suspensa hædera that soft and yielding mind should not be in him, non est opus.
whose hard and unconquered heart hath made Manes. O Psyllus, habeo te loco parentis, thou so many yield. But you love.-ah grief! but blessest me.
[Exeunt. whom? Čampaspe?-ah shame! a maid forsooth
unknown, unnoble, and who can tell whether
immodest? whose eyes are framed by art to ACT II.-SCENE II.
enamour, and whose heart was made by nature ALEXANDER, HEPHESTION, PAGE, DIOGENES,
to enchant. Ay, but she is beautiful; yea, but APELLES.
not therefore chaste: ay, but she is comely in
all parts of the body; but she may be crooked in Aler. Stand aside, sir boy, till you be called. some part of the mind: ay, but she is wise ; Hephestion, how do you like the sweet face of yea, but she is a woman : beauty is like the Campaspe ?
blackberry, which seemeth red, when it is not Hep. I cannot but commend the stout courage ripe, resembling precious stones that are polished of Timoclea.
with honey, which the smoother they look, the Alcz. Without doubt Campaspe had some great sooner they break. It is thought wonderful man to her father.
among the sea-men, that Mugill, 3 of all fishes the Hep. You know Timoclea had Theagines to swiftest, is found in the belly of the Bret,' of all her brother.
the slowest: and shall it not seem monstrous Alex. Timoclea still in thy mouth! Art thou to wise men that the heart of the greatest connot in love?
queror of the world should be found in the Hep. Not I.
hands of the weakest creature of nature ? of a Alex. Not with Timoclea you mean; wherein woman? of a captive? Hermyns 5 have fair you resemble the lapwing, who crieth most where skins, but foul livers ; sepulchres fresh colours, her nest is not. And so you lead me from espy
but rotten bones; women fair faces, but falso ing your love with Campaspe, you cry Timoclea. hearts. Remember, Alexander, thou hast a camp
Hep. Could I as well subdue kingdoms as I to govern, not a chamber; fall not from the can my thoughts, or were I as far from ambition armour of Mars to the arms of Venus; from the as I am from love, all the world would account fiery assaults of war, to the maidenly skirmishes me as valiant in arms, as I know myself moderate of love; from displaying the eagle in thine enin affection,
sign, to set down the sparrow. I sigh, AlexAlex. Is love a vice?
ander, that where fortune could not conquer, Hep. It is no virtue.
folly should overcome. But behold all the per
fection that may be in Campaspo : a hair curling 1 * Because I know you've got no money.'
by nature, not art; sweet, alluring eyes; a fair % since.' 3 consent-harmony.
face made in despite 6 of Venus, and a stately port 4 Croud a musical instrument like a fiddle, with six in disdain of Juno; a wit apt to conceive, and strings; Welsh cruth-a bulge, a fiddle; Gael. cruit-quick to answer; a skin as soft as silk, and as a bunch, fiddle.
Possibly this may be meant as an alehouse motto or sign; aia should be alæ, and the literal translation 1.since.'
. There is no need of hanging ivy over saleable ale;' 2 Hercules is said to have spun, and done other effemior more freely rendered, Good wine needs no bush.' nate things, when living with Omphale. The iry was sacred to Bacchus, and formerly used to 3 Mugil-a Latin word, probably mullet. be painted over tavern doors as a sign, as the spruce is * Bret-turbot or halibut; the word is still used in in Germany at the present day.
some districts. $• I look upon you as my father.'
* Hermyns--ermines. Dodsley says that this simile perhaps occurs more 6 in despite of~in defiance. in disdain of—in mockery frequently in our old writers than any other.
smooth as jet; a long white hand, a fine little Diog. Who calleth ? foot; to conclude, all parts answerable to the Alex. Alexander. How happened it that you best part; what of this ? Though she have would not come out of your tub to my palace ? heavenly gifts, virtue and beauty, is she not of Diog. Because it was as far from my tub to earthly metal, flesh and blood? You, Alexander, your palace, as from your palace to my tub. that would be a god, show yourself in this worse Alex. Why, then, dost thou owe no reverencs than a man, so soon to be both overseen and over to kings? taken in a woman,” whose false tears know their Diog. No. true times, whose smooth words wound deeper Alex. Why so ? than sharp swords. There is no surfeit so dan Diog. Because they be no gods. gerous as that of honey, nor any poison so deadly Aleč. They be gods of the earth. as that of love; in the one physic cannot prevail, Diog. Yea, gods of earth. nor in the other counsel.3
Alex. Plato is not of thy mind. Alex. My case were light, Hephestion, and not Diog. I am glad of it. worthy to be called love, if reason were a remedy, Alex. Why? or sentences could salve, that sense cannot con Diog. Because I would have none of Diogenes' ceive. Little do you know, and therefore slightly mind, but Diogenes. do you regard the dead embers in a private per Alex. If Alexander have anything that may son, or live coals in a great prince, whose passions pleasure Diogenes, let me know, and take it. and thoughts do as far exceed others in extremity Diog. Then take not from me that you cannot as their callings do in majesty. An eclipse in give me—the light of the world. the sun is more than the falling of a star: none Alex. What dost thou want? can conceive the torments of a king, unless he Diog. Nothing that you have. be a king, whose desires are not inferior to their Alex. I have the world at command. dignities. And then judge, Hephestion, if the Diog. And I in contempt. agonies of love be dangerous in a subject, Alex. Thou shalt live no longer than I will. whether they be not more than deadly unto Diog. But I shall die whether you will or no. Alexander, whose deep and not-to-be-con Alex. How should one learn to be content? ceived sighs cleave the heart in shivers, whose Diog. Unlearn to covet. wounded thoughts can neither be expressed nor Alex. Hephestion, were I not Alexander, I endured. Cease then, Hephestion, with argu would wish to be Diogenes. ments to seek to refell 4 that which with their
Hep. He is dogged, but discreet; I cannot tell deity the gods cannot resist; and let this suffice howi sharp, with a kind of sweetness; full of to answer thee, that it is a king that loveth, and wit, yet too wayward. Alexander; whose affections are not to be mea Alex. Diogenes, when I come this way again, sured by reason, being immortal; nor, I fear me, I will both see thee and conser with thee. to be borne, being intolerable.
Diog. Do. Hep. I must needs yield, when neither reason Alex. But here cometh Apelles.--How now, nor counsel can be heard.
Apelles; is Venus' face yet finished ? Alex. Yield, Hephestion, for Alexander doth Apel. Not yet; beauty is not so soon shadowed," love, and therefore must obtain.
whose perfection cometh not within the compass Hep. Suppose she loves not you; affection either of cunning or of colour. cometh not by appointment or birth; and then, Alex. Well, let it rest unperfect, and come you as good hated as enforced.
with me, where I will show you that finished by Alex. I am a king, and will command.
nature that you have been trifling about by art. Hep. You may, to yield to lust by force ; but to consent to love by fear, you cannot. Alex. Why, what is that which Alexander
ACT III.-SCENE I. may not conquer as he list ? iep. Why, that which you say the gods can
APELLES, CAMPASPE. not resist-love.
Alex. I am a conqueror, she a captive ; I as Apel. Lady, I doubt whether there be any fortunate as she fair. My greatness may answer colour so fresh, that may shadow a countenance her wants, and the gifts of my mind the modesty of hers. Is it not likely, then, that she should Camp. Sir, I had thought you had been comlove? Is it not reasonable ?
manded to paint with your hand, not to glose 3 Hep. You say that in love there is no reason, with your tongue; but, as I have heard, it is and therefore there can be no likelihood.
the hardest thing in painting to set down a hard Alex. No more, Hephestion; in this case I will favour, which maketh you to despair of my use mine own counsel, and in all other thine ad-face; and then shall you have as great thanks vice. Thou may'st be a good soldier, but never to spare your labour as to discredit your art. good lover. Call my page. [Enter page.] Sirrah, Apel. Mistress, you neither differ from yourgo presently to Apelles, and will him to come to self nor your sex; for, knowing your own perme without either delay or excuse.
section, you seem to dispraise that which men Page. I go.
most commend, drawing them by that mean intoan Alex. In the mean season, to recreate my admiration, where, feeding themselves, they fall spirits, being so near, we will go see Diogenes. into an ecstasy; your modesty being the cause And see where his tub is.--Diogenes!
of the one, and of the other, your affections.5
Camp. I am too young to understand your I answerable to-corresponding to.
2 orerscen and overtaken in a woman-tricked or deceived, and captivated or intoxicated by a woman.
! In some editions there is a semicolon after horo. 3 This long harangue is a sair example of the tedious 2 shadowed-depicted. and affected style of the author's Euphues.
3 glose-tlatter; generally said to be allied to gloss* Refell--disprove or refute; from Lat. refello, to dis explain; but in meaning rather connected with gloss prove, from fallo, to deceive, and re, denoting an un glitter; polish. doing.
* favour-look or countenance. 5 mean season-mcantime.
5 Dodsley (ed. 1744) reads perfections.
speech, though old enough to withstand your Manes. Let me do my business; I myself am device. You have been so long used to colours, afraid lest my wit should wax warm, and then you can do nothing but colour.
must it needs consume some hard head with fine Apel. Indeed, the colours I see I fear will alter and pretty jests. I am sometimes in such a vein, the colours I have. But come, Madam, will you that for want of some dull pate to work on, I draw near? for Alexander will be here anon. begin to gird' myself. Psyllus, stay you here at the window; if any Psyllus. The gods shield me from such a fine inquire for me, answer, Non lubet esse domi.! fellow, whose words melt wits like wax!
[Exeunt. Manes. Well, then, let us to the matter. In
faith, my master meaneth to-morrow to fly. ACT III.-SCENE II.
Psyllus. It is a jest.
Manes. Is it a jest to fly? should'st thou fly PSYLLUS, MANES.
so soon, thou should'st repent it in earnest.
Psyllus. Well, I will be the cryer. Payllus. It is always my master's fashion, when Manes and Psyllus, one after another. Oyez, any fair gentlewoman is to be drawn within, to Oyez, Oyez,? All manner of men, women, or chilmake me to stay without. But if he should paint dren, that will come to-morrow into the marketJupiter like a bull, like a swan, like an eagle, place, between the hours of nine and ten, shall then must Psyllus with one hand grind colours, see Diogenes, the Cynic, fly. and with the other hold the candle. But let him Psyllus. do not ihink he will fly. alone; the better he shadows? her face, the more
Manes. Tush! say fly: 3 will he burn his own heart. And now, if any
Psyllus. Fly. man could meet with Manes, who, I dare say,
Manes. Now let us go, for I will not see him looks as lean as if Diogenes dropped out of his again till midnight. I have a back way into his nose
tub. Manes. And here comes Manes, who hath as Psyllus. Which way callest thou the back way, much meat in his maw as thou hast honesty in when every way is open ? thy head.
Manes. I mean to come in at his back. Psyllus. Then I hope thou art very hungry. Psyllus. Well, let us go away, that we may Manes. They that know thee know that. return speedily.
[Ereunt. Psyllus. But dost thou not remember that we have certain liquor to confer3 withal ?
Manes. Ay, but I have business; I must go cry a thing
ACT III.-SCENE III,
Apel. I shall never draw your eyes well, beManes. I mean, I must cry; not as one would
cause they blind mine. say cry, but cry, that is, make a noise.
Camp. Why then, paint me without eyes, for Psyllus. Why, fool, that is all one; for if thou
I am blind. cry, thou must needs make a noise.
Apel. Were you ever shadowed before of any ? Manes. Boy, thou art deceived : Cry hath divers
And would you could so now significations, and may be alluded 5 to
shadow me that I might not be perceived of any.
many things; knave but to one, and can be applied should furnish Venus's temple amongst these
Apel. It were pity but that so absolutet a face but to thee. Psyllus. Profound Manes!
pictures. Manes. We Cynics are mad fellows; didst thou Camp. What are these pictures? not find I did quip thee?
Apel. This is Læda, whom Jove deceived in Psyllus. No, verily; why, what's a quip?
likeness of a swan. Munes. We great girders: call it a short saying
Camp. A fair woman, but a foul deceit. of a sharp wit, with a bitter sense in a sweet
Apel. This is Alcmena, unto whom Jupiter word.
came in shape of Amphitrion, her husband, and Psyllus. How canst thou thus divine, divide, begat Hercules. define, dispute, and all on the sudden ?
Camp. A famous son, but an infamous fact. Mancs. Wit will have his swing; I am be
Apel. He might do it because he was a god. witched, inspired, inflamed, infected.
Camp. Nay, therefore it was evil done, because Psyllus. Well, then will I not tempt thy gibing he was a god. spirit.
Apel. This is Dande, into whose prison Jupiter Manes. Do not, Psyllus, for thy dull head will drizzled a golden shower, and obtained his desire. be but a grindstone for my quick wit, which, if
Camp. What gold can make one yield to desire? thou whet with overthwarts, periisti, actum est
Apel. This is Europa, whom Jupiter ravished; de le. I have drawn blood at one's brains with
this Antiopa. a bitter bob. 10
Camp. Were all the gods like this Jupiter? Psyllus. Let me cross myself, for I die if I Apel. There were many gods in this liko cross thee.
Camp. I think, in those days, love was well
ratifieds among men on earth, when lust was so 1.It is not his pleasure to be at home.' 2. depicts.' 3 confer-discuss, consume.
full authorized by the gods in heaven. cry-weep. alluded.-referred.
Apel. Nay, you may imagine there were women quip-taunt or retort upon. A quip is a cut or smart stroke of wit; it is allied to uhip.
? girder-one who girds, gibes, or uses sarcasm. Το gird-jibe at. gird is to cut with a switch, to lash with wit. Anglo 2 Oyez is French-hcar ye; the form uscd at the comSaxon, geard, gird, and German, gerte-switch or rod. mencement of public proclamations. overthwarts-cross or sharp answers.
3 Psyllus is no doubt supposed to have hesitated to $. Thou art done for, it's all over with theo.'
say fly. 10 bob-taunt or scoff.
passing amiable when there were gods exceeding Apelles goeth forward: I doubt ine that Dature
hath overcome art, and her counteunnce his Camp. Were women never so fair, men world cunning. be false.
I p. You love, and therefore think anything. Apel. Were women never so false, men would Aler. But not so far in love with Campaspe as be fond.
with Bucephalus, if occasion serre either of conCamp. What counterfeit' is this, An-Wes? fiet or of conquest. Apel. This is Venus, the goddess of love.
Hop. Occasion cannot want, if will do not. Camp. What! be there also lovinz goddesses? Behold all Persia swelling in the pride of their
Apel. This is she that hath power to cominand own power; the Scythians careless what courage the very affections of the heari.
or fortune can do, the Egyptians dreaming in Camp. How is she hired? by prayer, by sacri- the soothsayings of their augurs, and gaping over fice, or bribes?
the smoke of their beasts' entrails. All thes, Apel. By prayer, sacrifice, and tribes.
Alexander, are to be subdued, if that world l Camp. What prayer?
not slipped out of your head, which you have Apel. Vows irrevocable.
sworn to conquer with that hand.
Alex. I confess the labour's fit for Alexander, Apet. Hearts ever sighing; never dissembling. and yet recreation necessary among so many Camp. What sacrifice ? Camp. What bribes?
assaults, bloody wounds, intolerable troubles : Apel. Roses and kisses. But were you never give me leave a little, if not to sit, yet to breathe. in love?
And doubt not but Alexander can, when he Camp. No; nor love in me.
will, throw affections as far from him as he can Apel. Then have you injured meny!
cowardice. But behold Diogenes talking with Camp. How so?
one at his tub! Apei. Because you have been loved of mans. Crysus. One penny. Diogenes; I am a Cynic. Camp. Flattered, perehance, of some.
Diog. He made thee a beggar that first gavo Apel. It is not possible that a face so fair and thee anything. a wit so sharp, both without comparison, should Crysus. Why, if thou wilt give nothing, nobody not be apt to love.
will give thee. Camp. If you begin to tip your topgue with Diog. I want nothing till the springs dry and cunning, I pray dip your pencil in colours, and the earth perish. fall to that you must do, not that you would do. Crysus. I gather for the gods.
Diog. And I care not for those gods which
want inoney. ACT III.-SCENE IV.
Crysus. Thou art not a right Cynic that will CLYTUS, PARMEXIO, ALEXANDER, HETUESTIOX,
give nothing. Crysus, DIOGENES, APELLES, CAMPASPE.
Diog. Thou art not, that wilt beg anything.
Crysus. Alexander, King Alexander, give a Clytus. Parmenio, I cannot tell how it cometh poor Cynic a groat. to pass that in Alexander, now-a-days, there Alex. It is not for a king to give a groat. groweth an unpatient kind of life: in the morn Crysus. Then give me a talent. ing he is melancholy, at noon solemn, at all Alex. It is not for a bezgar to ask a talent. times either more sour or severe than he was Away:--A pelles! accustomed.
Apel. Here, Par. In king's causes, I rather love to doubt Alex. Now gentlewoman? doth your beauty than conjecture, and think it better to be ignorant put the painter to his trump? than inquisitive. They have long ears and Camp. Yes, my lord, secing so disordered : stretched arms in whose head suspicion is a countenance, he feareth he shall shadow: a des proof, and to be accused is to be condemned. formed counterfeit.
Clytus. Yet, between us, there can be no danger Alex. Would he could colour the life with thin to find out the cause, for that there is no malice feature. And, methinketh, Apelles, were you as to withstand it. It may be an unquenchable cunning as report saith you are, you may paini thirst of conquering maketh him unquiet: it is flowers as well with sweet smells as fresh cours. not unlikely his long ease hath altered his humour. observing in your mixture such things as should That he should be in love, it is not impossible. draw near to their savours.
Par. In love, Clytus? No, no; it is as far from Apel. Your Majesty must know it is no less his thought as treason in ours: he, whose ever hard to paint savours than virtues: colours car: waking eye, whose never tired heart, whose body neither speak nor think. patient of labour, whose mind unsatiable of vic Alex. Where do you first begin when you draw tory hath always been noted, cannot so soon be any picture? melted into the weak conceits of love. Aristotle Apel. The proportion of the face in just comtold him there were inany worlds, and that he pass, as I can. hath not conquered one that gapeth for all, galleth Alex. I would begin with the ere, as a light to Alexander. But here he cometh.
all the rest. Aler. Parmenio and Clytus, I would have you Apel. If you will paint, as you are a king, you: both ready to go into Persia about an ambassage, Majesty may begin where you please; but, as you no less profitable to me than to yourselves honour would be a painter, you must begin with the face able.
Aler. Aurelius would in one hour colour fou" Clytus. We are ready at all commands; wishing faces. nothing else but continually to be commanded. Apel. I marvel in half an hour he did not fonr.
Aler. Well, then, withdraw yourselves till I have further considered of this matter. [Excunt Clytus and Parmenio.] Now we will see how 1 Alluding to the method of angury by inspection of
the entrails of animals.
put the painter to his trump-make him play his
trump card, i.e. put him to his last pesh. 1 counterfeit-picture or portrait.
S shodoro, &c.-paint an nutrue likeness. * about un ambassage--on an unbassy, or businc33. colour the life, &c.-paint the features to the life.