ARISTIPPVS, OR THE IOVIALL PHILOSOPHER: Presented in a priuate Shew. To which is added, THE CONCEITED PEDLER.

Omnis Aristippum decuit color & status & res.
Semel insaniuimus.

LONDON. Printed for ROBERT ALLOT, MDCXXX.

THE PRAELVDIVM.
Shewes hauing beene long intermitted, and forbidden by authority for their abuses, could not be raised but by coniuring.

Enter Prologue in a Circle.
BE not deceiu'd, I haue no bended knees,
No supple tongue, nor speeches steep'd in Oyle,
No candied flattery, nor honied words.
I come an armed Prologue: arm'd with Arts,
Who by my sacred charmes and mystick skill,
By vertue of this all-commanding Wand
Stolne from the sleepy Mercury, will raise
From blacke Abysse and sutty hell, that mirth
Which fits this learned round. Thou long-dead Show,
Breake from thy Marble prison, sleepe no more
In myrie darkenesse, hencefoorth I forbid thee
To bathe in Lethe's muddy waues, ascend
As bright as morning from her Tithons bed,
And red with kisses that haue stain'd thy cheeke,
Grow fresh againe: What? is my power contemned?
Dost thou not heare my call, whose power extends
To blast the bosome of our mother Earth?
To remoue heauens whole frame from off her hinges,
As to reuerse all Natures lawes? Ascend,
[Page 2] Or I will call a band of Furies foorth,
And all the Torments wit of hell can frame
Shall force thee vp.
Enter Show whipt by two Furies.
Show.
O spare your too officious whips a while,
Giue some small respit to my panting limbs,
Let me haue leaue to speake, and truce to parlie,
Whose powerfull voyce hath forc'd me to salute
This hated ayre! are not my paines sufficient,
But you must torture me with the sad remembrance
Of my deserts, the Causes of my exile?
Prolog.
'Tis thy release I seeke, I come to file
Those heauy shackels from thy wearied limbes,
And giue thee leaue to wa [...]e the Stage againe,
As free as vertue: Burne thy withered Bayes,
And with fresh Laurell crowne thy sacred Temples,
Cast off thy maske of darknesse, and appeare
As glorious as thy sister Comedy.
But first with teares, wash off that guilty sinne,
Purge out those ill-digested dregges of wit,
That vse their inke to blot a spotlesse fame,
Let's haue no one particular man traduc'd,
But like a Noble Eagle seaze on vice,
As she flies bold and open! spare the persons:
Let vs haue simple mirth, and innocent laughter;
Sweet-smiling lips, and such as hide no fangs,
No venemous biting teeth, or forked tongues,
Then shall thy freedome be restor'd againe,
And full applause be wages of thy paine.
Show.
Then from the depth of truth I here protest,
I doe disclaime all petulant hate and malice,
I will not touch such men as I know vicious,
Much lesse the good: I will not dare to say
[Page 3] That such a one pay'd for his fellowship,
And had no learning but in's purse; no Officer
Need feare the sting of my detraction,
I'll giue all lcaue to fill their guts in quiet:
I make no dangerous Almanacks, no gulls,
No posts with enuious Newes and biting Packets,
You need not feare this Show, you that are bad,
It is no Parliament: you that nothing haue
Like Schollers, but a Beard and Gowne, for me
May passe for good grand Sophies: all my skill
Shall beg but honest laughter and such smiles
As might become a Cato: I shall giue
No cause to grieue, that once more yet I liue.
Prolog.
Goe then, and you Beadles of hell auaunt,
Returne to your eternall plagues.
Exeunt Furies.
Prolog.
Heere, take these purer robes, and clad in these,
Be thou all glorious and instruct thy mirth
With thy sweet temper, whilest my selfe intreate
Thy friends that long lamented thy sad fates,
To sit and taste, and to accept thy Cates.
Exit Show.
Prolog.
Sit, see, and heare, and censure he that will,
I come to haue my mirth approu'd, not skill:
Your laughter all I begge, and where you see
No iest worth laughing at, faith laugh at me.

ARISTIPPVS.

Enter Simplicius.

SEcundum gradum compossibilitatis, & non secundum gradum incompossibilitatis. What should this Scotus meane by his possibilities & incompossibilities? my Cooper, Rider, Thomas, and Minshew are as farre to seeke as my selfe: not a word [Page 4] of compossibilitas or incompossibilitas is there. Well, I know what I'll doe. I haue heard of a great Philosopher: I'll try what he can doe; They call him Aristippus, Aristippus, A­ristippus: sure a Philosophers name. But they say he lies at the Dolphin, and that me thinks is an ill signe: yet they say too, the best Philosophers of the towne neuer lye from thence: they say 'tis a Tauerne too; for my part I cannot tell, I know no part of the Towne but the Schooles and Aristotles Well: but since I am come thus farre, I will enquire: for this same compossibilitas and incompossibilitas sticks in my stomake.

Knocks.
Boy within.
Anon, Anon Sir.
Sim.
What Philosophy is this?
Knocks.
Boy.
Anon, Anon Sir.
Enters.
Boy.
Please you see a Roome Sir? what would you haue Sir?
Sim.
Nothing but Aristippus.
Boy.
You shall Sir.
Exit.
Simp.

What is this? the Dolphin? now verily it lookes like a Greene Fish: what's yonder Greeke too? Now surely it is the Philosophers Motto: Hippathi-happathi; aut disce, aut discede incontinenter, a very good disjunction.

Boy.
A pinte of Aristippus to the Barre.
Enters.
Boy.
Heere Sir.
Sim.
Ha? what's this?
Boy.
Did you not aske for Aristippus Sir?
Sim.
The great Philosopher lately come hither.
Boy.
Why, this is Aristippus.
Sim.

Verily then Aristippus is duplex, Nominalis & Re­alis; or else the Philosopher liues like Diogenes in dolio: the President of Hogges-head Colledge: but I meane one A­ristippus [Page 5] [...] the great Philosopher.

Boy.

I know not what you meane by Losopher, but heere be Scholers in the house, I'll send them to you: Anon, anon Sir, I cannot be heere and there too. Anon, anon Sir.

Simp.

This boy would haue put a fallacy vpon mee, in Interrogatione plurium. This boy is a meere Animal; ha, ha, he. He has not a jot of Language in him more then Anon, anon, Sir. O Giggleswicke, thou happy place of education! This poore wretch knowes not what a Philosopher meanes. To see the simplenesse of these people; They doe euer thing [...], and haue not a jot, not an inch of [...] in them. O what had become of mee, if I had not gone bare-foot to my Praeceptor, with a Satchell at my backe?

Enter two Schollers.
Slaues are they that heape vp mountaines,
Still desiring more and more,
Still let's carouse in Bacchus fountaines,
Neuer dreaming to be poore,
Giue vs then a Cup of liquor,
Fill it vp vnto the brim,
For then me thinkes my wits grow quicker,
When my braines in liquor swim.
Ha braue Arstippus.
Poxe of Aristotle and Plato, and a company of drie Raskalls:
But hey braue Aristippus.
Sim.

Certainly, there are Aristippus his Scholiers: Sir, pray can you resolue me what is Gradus compossibilitatis?

1 Schol.
What ailes thou, thou musing man?
Diddle diddle dooe.
2 Schol.
Quench thy sorrowes in a Canne,
Diddle diddle dooe.

Compossibilitas? Why, that's nothing man, when you ne'r drinke beyond your poculum necessitatis, you are in gradu in­compossibili to all good fellowship: Come, hang Scotus, wee'll lead you to Aristippus, one Epitome of his in quarto, is worth a volume of these Dunces.

Sim.
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O Gentlemen, you will binde mee to thanke you in Poculo Gratiarum. But what Philosophy doth hee read, and what houres doth he keepe?

1

None at all precisely, but indistinctly all: Night and day he powres forth his instructions, and fils you out of mea­sure.

2

Hee'll make the eyes of your vnderstanding see double, and teach you to speake fluently, and vtter your minde in a­bundance.

Sim.
Hath he many Schollers, Sir?
1

More than all the Philosophers in the Towne besides. He neuer rests but is still cald for. Aristippus sayes one, A­ristippus sayes another: He is generally ask'd for, yea, and by Doctors sometimes.

2

And as merry a man: There can be no Feast, but hee is sent for, and all the company are the merrier for him.

3

Did you but once heare him, you would so loue his company, you would neuer after endure to stand alone.

Sim.
O pray helpe me to the sight of him.
2

Wee will, braue boy: and when you haue seene him, youle thinke your selfe in another world, and scorne to bee your owne man any longer.

Sim.
But I pray you at what price reads he?
1

Why truely his price hath been raised of late, and his ve­ry name makes him the dearer.

2

A diligent Lecturer deserues eight pence a Pinte tuition: Nay, if you will learne any thing, Schollerships must be paid for. Academicall Simonie is lawfull: Nay did you euer heare of a good Preacher in a fat Benefice, vnlesse his purse were the leaner for it? Make much of him, for wee shall haue no more such in haste.

Enter Wilde-man.
Sim.
But who is this?
1

The Vniuersity Ramist, a Mault Heretique; alias the [Page 7] Wilde man that is grown mad to see the daily resort to Ari­stippus: but let vs leaue him to his frenzi [...].

But come you Lads that loue Canary,
Let vs haue a mad fegarie:
Hether, hether, hether, hether,
All good Fellowes flocke together.
Exeunt.
Wilde-man.

Braines, wits, senses, all slie hence: let fooles liue limed in Cages: I am the Wilde-man, and I will be wilde: is this an age to be in a mans right wits, when the lawfull vse of the throat is so much neglected, and strong drinke lies sicke on his death-bed? 'Tis aboue the patience of a Malt-horse, to see the contempt of Barly, and not run mad vpon't. This is Aristippus, Aristippus, now a Diuell or two take his red­nos'd Philosophy: 'Tis he, my beere, that has vowed thee to the Vinegar-bottle; but I'll be reuenged: when next I meet him, I'll twist and twitch his bush-beard from his Tauerne face: 'Tis not his hypathie happithi can carry him out. Let him looke to bee sound [...]er dash'd by mee, then euer hee was by Dr [...]wer for his impudence. I'll teach my Spanish Don a French tricke, I'll either plague him with a Poxe, or haue some Claret whore burne him for an heretique, and make him challenge acquaintance of M [...]ld-Sack [...]: If he was not either sent hither from the Britch Politique, or be not im­ployed by Spinola to seduce the Kings lawfull Subiects from their allegiance to strong Beere, let me hold vp my hand at the barre, and be hanged at my Signe-post, if hee had not a hand in the Powder-treason! Well, I say nothing, but hee has blowne vp good store of men in his dayes, house and land and all. If they take no order with him here in the Vni­uersity, the poore Coūtry were as good haue the man in the Moone for their Pastor, as a Scholler. They are all so infe­cted with Aristippus his Arminianisme, they can preach no [Page 8] Doctrine but Sacke and red Noses. As for the Wilde-man, they haue made him horne-mad already.

Enter a Fellow crying Wine pots.

Heighday, there goes the Hunts-vp: this is the Mandrakes voyce that vndoe's me: you may heare him in faith. This is the Deuill of his that goes vp and downe like a roaring-Sheeps-head to gather his Pewter Librarie. I'll fit him I faith.

Beats him.

Now you Calues-skin impudence, I'll thresh your Iacket.

Beats him out.
Enter Aristippus and his two Schollers.
Aristip.

What a coyl's heere? what fellowe's that? hee lookes like a mad hogs-head of March-beere that had run out, and threatned a deluge: what is hee?

1

O'tis the Wilde-man sir! a zealous brother that stands vp against the persecution of Barly-broth, and will maintaine it a degree aboue the reputation of Aquavitae.

2

I haue heard him sweare by his horaoctaua, that Sacke and Rosa Solis is but Water-grewell to it.

Wila.

O art thou there, Saint Dunstar? thou hast vndone me, thou cursed Fryer Bacon, thou hellish Merlin: but I'll be reuenged vpon thee. 'Tis not your Mephostopho is, nor any other spirits of Rubie or Carbuncle, that you can raise, nor your good father in law Doctor Faustus, that coniures so ma­ny of vs into your Wiues Circle, that with all their Magique, he shall secure you from my rage, you haue set a Spell for any mans coming into my house now.

Arist.

Why, none of my credit hath choked vp your doores.

Wilde-man.

But thou hast bewitched my threshold, distur­bed my house, and I'll haue thee hang'd in Gibbets for mur­thering my Beere: I'll haue thee tryed by a Iurie of Tapsters, and hang'd in Anon anon Sir, thou dismall and disastrous Coniurer.

Arist.
[Page 9]

Why dost thou call mee Coniurer? I send no Fairies to pinch you, or Elues to molest you: has Robin Good fellow troubled you so much of late? I scarce beleeue it, for I am sure, since Sacke and I came to towne, your house hath not beene so much haunted.

Wilde-man.

I'll put out thine eyes, Don Canario, I'll scratch thee to atomes, thou Spanish Guzman.

Arist.

If hee and his Beere will not be quiet, draw vm both out.

Wilde-man.

Yet I'll be reuenged, you raskall, I do not feare the Spanish Inquisition, I'll runne to the Councell, and be­tray thy villany; I'll carry thee bound for a Traitor: but for you Sir, we had taken Cales, and might afterwards haue con­quered Lisbon, and Siuill. You notorious villaine, I knew thee for a Rogue at first, thy Ruffe look't so like the Moone Cres­cent in 88. thy very breath is inuincible, and stinckes of an Armado.

Arist.

Kicke him out of the presence, his company will metamorphose vs to balderdash.

Wilde-man.

Well Diogen [...]s, you were best keepe close in your tubbe, I'll be reueng'd on you; I'll complaine on you for keeping ill houres, I suffer noue after eight, by Saint Iohus, not I.

1 Schol.

Well Domine, though the hora octaua be not come, yet you may be gone.

Kicks him.
Exit.
Arist.

Come Pupill, haue you any minde to study my Philosophy?

Sim.

Yes Mehercule Sir, for I haue alwaies accounted Philosophy to be omnibus rebus ordine, natura, Tempore, honore prius; and these Schoolmen haue so pusled me, & my Dicti­onaries, that I despaire of vnderstāding them either in summo gradu, or remisso. I lay sicke of an Ha [...]ceitas, a fortnight, and could not sleepe a wink for't; therefore good Sir teach me us [...], as you can, and pray let it be Conceptis vorbis, and ex­mente Philosophi.

Arist.
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I warrant thee a good proficient, but ere you can be admitted to my Lectures, you must be matriculated, and haue your name recorded in A [...]b [...] Academic.

Simp.

With all my heart Sir, and totaliter, for I haue as great a minde as materia pri [...] to be informed with your in­structions.

Arist.

Giue him the oath.

1 Schol.

Lay your hand on the booke.

Sim.

Will tactus virtualis serue the turne Sir?

2 Schol.

No▪ it must be reale quid, & extra intellectum.

Sim.

Well Sir, I will doe it qu [...]ad poten [...]iam obedientialem.

1 Schol.

First, you must sweare to defend the honour of Aristippus, to the disgrace of Brewers, Alewiues, & Tapsters, and professe your selfe a foe [...], to Maltmen, Tapsters, and red Lettices.

2 Schol.

Kisse the booke.

He Drinkes.
1 Schol.

Next, you shall sweare to obserue the customes and ordinances instituted and ordained by an Act of Parlia­ment in the raigne of King Sigebert, for the establishing of good gouernment in the ancient foundation of M [...]er Col­ledge.

Schol.

Kisse the booke.

Drinkes againe.
Sim.

I Sir, Secundum veritatem intrinsecam, & non equi­u [...]ce.

1 Schol.

That you keepe all acts and meetings, tam priua­tim, in priuate houses, quam publice, in the Dolphin Schooles: that you dispute in tenebris, yet be not asleepe at reckonings: but alwaies and euery where shew your selfe so diligent in drinking, that the Proctor may haue no iust cause to suspend you for negligence.

2 Schol.

Kisse the booke.

1 Schol.

Lastly, that you neuer walke into the Towne, without your habit of drinking, the Fudling Cap, and ca­sting Hood; especially when there is a Conuocation, and of all things take heede of running to the Assizes.

Sim. 1.
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Is this the end, I pray you Sir, is this the Finis? [...]

2 Schol.

It is vltimum Sir.

Sim.

How pray you Sir, intentione, or executione?

1 Schol.

[...], that followes the Assizes.

Sim.

But me thinkes there is one Scrupulum, it seemes to be actus illicitus, that we should drinke so much, it being lately forbidden, and therefore Contra formam statuti.

2 Schol.

I but therefore you are sworne to keepe customes, Non omnino secundum formam statuti.

Arist.

What, haue you inrolled him in Albo? haue you fully admitted him into the societie, to be a member of the body Academicke?

Sim.

Yes Sir, I am one of your Pupils now, vnitate n [...]e­rica, we haue made an end of it, secundum vltimum Comple­mentum, & actualitatem.

Arist.

Well then, giue the attendance.

Most graue audience, considering how they thirst after my Philosophie, I am iuduced to let you taste the benefit of my knowledge, which cannot but please a iudicious pallat: for the rest I expell them my Schooles, as fitter to heare Thales, and drinke Water.

Sim.

We will attend Sir, and that bibulis auribus,

Arist.

The many errours that haue crept into the science, to distract the curious Reader, are sp [...]ung from no other causes, then small Beere, and sober sleepes; whereas were the lauda­ble custome of Sack drinking better studied, we should haue fewer Gownes, and more Schollers.

1 Schol.

A good note, for wee cannot see wood for trees, nor Schollers for Gownes.

Arist.

Now the whole Vniuersitie is full of your honest Fellowes, that breaking loose from a Yorkeshire Belfrey, haue walked to Cambridge with Satchels on their shoulders: these you shall haue them study hard for foure or fiue yeeres, to returne home more fooles then they came; the reason whereof, is drinking Colledge taplash, that will let them haue no more learning, then they size; nor a drop of wit more then [Page 12] the Buttler sets on their heads.

2. Schol.

'Twere charity in him to sconce'vm soundly, they would haue but a poore Quantum else.

Arist.

Others there be that spend their whole liues in A­then [...], to die as wise as they were borne; who as they brought no wit into the world, so in honesty they wil carry none out on't. 'Tis Beere that drownes the soules in their bodies: H [...] ­sons Cakes, & Paix his Ale hath frothed their braines: hence is the whole tribe contemned, euery Prentice can ieere at their braue Cassockes, and laugh the Veluet Caps out of countenance.

1. Schol.

And would it not anger a man of Art to be the scorne of a what lake you Sir?

Arist.

'Tis Beere that makes you so ridiculous in all your behauiour: hence comes the Bridelike simpering at a Iustice of Peace his Table, and the not eating methodically, when being laughed at, you shew your teeth, blush, and excuse it with a Rhetoricall Husteron Proteron.

Sim.

'Tis very true, I haue done the like my selfe, till I haue had a disgrace for my Mittimus.

Arist.

'Tis Beere that hath putrified our Horsmanship, for that you cannot ride to Ware, or to Barkway, but your Hackneyes sides must witnesse your iourneyes. A Lawyers Clarke, or an Innes a Court Gentleman that hath bene fed with false Latine, and Pudding Pye, contemne you as if you had not learning enough to confute a Nou [...]rint vniuersi.

Sim.

Per prasentes me Simplicium.

Arist.

If you discourse but a little while with a Courtier, you presently betray your learned Ignorance, answering him he concludes not Syllogistically, and asking him in what Mood and figure he sp [...]akes in, as if Learning were not as much out of fashion at Court, as clothes at Cambridge. Nor can you entertaine discourse with a Lady, without endange­ring the halfe of your Buttons; all these, and a thousand such errors, are the friends of Beere, that nurse of Barbarisme, and foe to Philosophy.

Simp.

Oh I am rauished with this admirall Metaphysicall [Page 13] Lecture, if euer I drinke Beere againe, let me turne ciuil Law­yer, or be powdred vp in one of Luthers barrels, pray lend me the booke againe, that I may forsweare it. Fie vpon it, I could loue Sir Gyles for presenting those notorious Alewiues. Oh, Aristippus, Aristippus, thou art equally diuine [...] the only father of Quodlibets, the Prince of For­malities, I aske my Starres whose influence doth gouerne this [...]rbem sublunarem, that I may liue with thee, and die like the royall Duke of Clarence, who was sowsed vp to immor­tality in a But of Malmesey.

2 Schol.

You interrupt him Sir, too much in his Lecture, and preuent your eares of their hoppinesse.

Sim.

Oh heauens, I could heare him, ad [...]ternitatem, and that [...]àm à parte ante quàm à parte post. O proceed, proceed, thy instructions are meere. Orthodoxall, thy Philosophy canoni­call, I will study thy scieutiam both speculatiuam & practicam. Pray let me once more forsweare the pollution of Beere, for it is an abominable heretique, I'll be his perfect enemy, till I make him and bottle-Ale flie the Country.

Aristip.

But Sacke is the life, soule, and spirits of a man, the fire which Prometheus stole, not from Ioues Kitchin, but his Wine-Cellour, to increase the natiue heat and radicall moysture, without which, we are but drousie dust, or dead clay: this is Nectar, the very Nepenthe the gods were drunk with, 'tis this that gaue Ganymede, beauty, Hebe youth, to Ioue his heauen and eternity; doe you thinke Aristotle dranke Perry, or Plato Cyder? doe you thinke Alexander had euer conquerd the world, if he had bin sober? he knew the force & valour of Sacke, that it was the best armour, the best encou­ragement, and that none could be a good Commander, that was not double drunke, with Wine and Ambition.

1 Schol.

Onely heer's the difference: Ambition makes them rise, and Wine makes them fall.

Aristip.

Therefore the Garrisons are all drinking Scholes, the Souldiers trained vp to the mustering of pewter pots dai­ly, learning to co [...]temne death, by accustoming to be dead­drunke: scarres doe not so well become a Captaine, as Car­buncles. [Page 14] A red nose is the grace of a Serieant Maior, and they vnworthy the place of Ancients that haue not good co­lours, the best shot to be discharg'd is the Tauerne bill, the best Alarum is the sounding of healths, and the most abso­lute March is reeling.

2 Schol.

And the best Artillery yard is the Dolphin.

Aristip.

Thus you may easily perceiue the profit of Sack in military discipline, for that it may iustly seem to haue ta­ken the name of Sacke from sacking of Cities.

Simp.

Oh wonderfull, wonderfull Philosophie [...] If I bee a coward any longer, let me sweare a little to drink Sack, for I will be as valiant as any of the Knights Errant: I perceiue it was onely culpa ignorantiae, not pra [...]ae disposition [...]s that made me a coward: but O Enthusiastique, rare, Angelicall Philoso­phie, I will be a Souldier, a Scholler, and euery thing, I will hereafter nec peccare in mat [...]rid, nec informd. Beere, raskally Beere was the first parent of Sophisters, and the fallacies: But proceed, my Pythagoras, my ipse dixit of Philosophy.

Arist.

Next, it is the only Elixar of Philosophie, the very Philosophers stone, able, if studied by a yong Heire, mu [...]drere­rum specus, to change his House, Lands, Liuings, Tenc [...]ents, and Liueries into aurum potabile: So that though his Lord­ships be the f [...]wer for't, his manners shal be the more; whose L [...]nds being dissolued into Sack, must needs make his soule more capable of diuine meditation, he being almost in the state of separation, by being purg'd, and freed from so much earth.

2 Schol.

Therefore why should a man trouble himselfe with so much earth? he is the best Philosopher, that can omnia sua secum portare.

Aristip.

And since it is the nature of light things to ascend, what better way, or more agreeing to nature can bee inuented, whereby we might ascend to the height of know­ledge, then a light head? A light head being as it were allied with heauen, first found out, that the motion of the orbs was circular like to its owne, which motions, teste Arist [...]tele, first found that intelligence: so that I conclude all intelligence, in­tellect, [Page 15] and vnderstanding to be the inuention of Sacke, and a light head; what mists of errour had cloaded Philosophy, till the neuer sufficiently praised Copernicus found out that the earth was moued, which he could neuer haue done, had hee not been instructed by Sacke, and a light head?

Simp.

Hang mee then when I turne graue.

Aristip.

This is the Philosophy, the great Stagirite read to his Pupill, Alexander, wherein how great a proficient he was, I call the faith of History to witnesse.

Simp.

'Tis true, per sidem Historicam, for I haue read how when he had vanquished the whole world in drinke, that he wept there was no more to conquer.

Aristip.

Now, to make our demonstration to proue, no wine, no Philosophy, is that admirable Axiome, in vino veritas, and you know that Sack and truth are the onely Buts which Philosophy aymes at.

1 Schol.

And the Hogshead is that puteus Democriti, from whence they might both be drawne.

Aristip.

Sack, Clarret, Malmsey, White-wine and Hipo­cras are your fiue Predicables, and Tobacco your indiuiduum, your Money is your substance, full cups your quantity, good wine your quality, your Relation is in good company, your action is beating, which produceth another predicament in the Drawers, called passion, your quando is midnight, your v [...]i the Dolphin, your situ [...] leaning, your habitus carousing, afterclaps are your post predicaments, your priorums breaking of iests, your post [...]riorums of glasses, false bils are your fallacies, the shot is subtili [...] obiectio, and the discharging of it is, veraso­lutio, seuerall humors are your moodes, and figures, where quarta sigura, or gallons must not be neglected, your drink­ing is Syllogismes, where a pottle is the maior terminus, and a pinte the minor, a quart the medium, beginning of healths are the premises, and pledging the conclusion, for it must not be diuided, Topicks or common places are the Ta [...]ernes, and Hamon, Wolfe, and Farlowes are the three best Tutors in Vniuersities.

Simp.

And if I be not entred, and haue my name admit­ted [Page 16] into some of their bookes, let forma misti bee beaten out of mee.

Aristip.

To perswade the Vintner to trust you, is good Rhetoricke, and the best figure is Synechdoche to pay part for the whole, to drinke aboue measure, is a Science beyond Geometry, falling back-ward is star-gazing, and no lacobs Staffe comparable to a Tobacco pipe, the sweet harmony of good-fellowship, with now and then a discord, is your ex­cellent musicke, Sacke it selfe is your Grammar, sobriety a meer solecisme, and Latine be it true, or be it false, a very cud­gell to your Priscianus pa [...]es, the r [...]ckoning is Arithmetique enough, a receipt of full cups are the best physick to procure vemit, and forget [...]ing of debts an art of memory; and heere you haue an Encuelopoedia of Sciences, whose method being circular, can neuer be so well learned, as when your head runnes round.

Simp.

If mine haue any other motion, it shall be pr [...]ter na­turam, I, and contra too, if I li [...]e: I like that art of musicke wondrous well, life is not life without it; for what is life but an harmonious lesson, play'd by the soule vpon the Organs of the body. O witty sentence! I am mad already, I see the immortality, ha braue Aristippus: but in Poetry, 'tis the sole predominant quality, the sap and juyce of a verse, yea, the spring of the Muses is the fountaine of Sacke, for to thinke Helicon a bartell of Beere, is as great a sinne, as to call Pegasus a Brewers Horse.

Aristip.

I know some of these halfe-penny Almanack ma­kers doe not approue of this philosophy, but giue you most abominable counsell in their Beggers Rhymes, which you are bound to beleeues as faithfully, as their predictions of foule and faire weather, you shal heare some of Erra Paters Poetry.

I wish you all carefully,
Drinke Sacke but sparingly,
Spend your coyne t [...]ifuly,
Keepe your health warily,
Take heed of [...],
Wine is an enemy▪
[Page 17] Good is sobriety,
Fly baths and Venery.

For your often potations much crudities cause, by hin­dring the course of mother Natures lawes, therefore he that desireth to liue till October, ought to be drunke in Iuly, but I hold it to be a great deale better that hee went to bed sober. And let him alone, thou man in the Moone, yet had'st thou but read a leafe in this admired Author, this aureum flumen, this torrens cloquentiae, thou would'st haue scorn'd to haue bin of the water Poets Tribe, or Skeltons family, but thou hast neuer tasted better Nectar than out of Fennors Wassaile Bowle, which hath so transformed him, that his eyes looke like two Tunnels, his nose like a Fausset with the Spicket out, and therefore continually dropping: the Almanacke­makers, and Physicians are alike grand enemies of Sacke, as for Physicians being fooles, I cannot blame them if they neglect Wine, and minister simples, but if I meete with you, I'll teach you another receipt.

Sim.

Why meet him Tutor? you may easily meet him. I know him Sir, & cognitione distinctâ & confu [...]â I warrant you, doe you not smell him Tutor? I know who made this Al­manack against drinking Sacke? ha Stroffe? haue I found you Stroffe? you will shew your selfe, I see, when all is done, to be but a Brewers Clarke.

Aristip.

But farre better speaks the diuine Ennius against your Ale, and Barly-broth, who knew too full well the vertue of Sacke, when Nunquam [...]isi potus ad arma prosiluit di­cenda; his verses are in Latine, but because the audience are Schollers, I haue translated them into English, that they may be vnderstood. Heere read them.

1 Schol.
There is a drinke made of the Stygian Lake,
Or else of the waters the suries doe make,
No name there is bad enough by which it to call,
But yet as I wist, it is ycleped▪ Ale;
Men drinke it thicke, and pisse it out thinne.
Mickle filth by Saint Loy that it leaues wit [...]in,
But I of complection am wondrous sanguine,
[Page 18] And will loue by th' Morrow a cup of wine,
To liue in delight was euer my wonne,
For I was Epicurus his owne sonne,
That held opinion that plainely delight
Was very felicity perfite:
A Bowle of wine is wondrous boone cheere
To make one blyth, buxome and deboneere,
'Twill giue me such valour and so much courage,
As cannot be found 'twixt Hull and Carthage.
Aristip.

But aboue the wit of humanity, the diuine Virgil hath extol'd the Encomium of Sacke in these verses.

2 Schol.
Fill me a Bowle of Sacke with Roses crown'd,
Fill't to the brim, I'll haue my temples bound
With flowry Chaplets, and this day permit
My Genius to be free, and frolique it;
Let me drinke deepe, then fully warm'd with wine,
Ill' chaunt Aeneas praise, that euery line
Shall prooue immortall, till my moistned quill
Melt into verse; and Nectar-like distill;
I'm sad, or dull, till bowles brim fil'd infuse
New life in me, new spirit in my Muse,
But once reuiu'd with Sacke, pleasing desires
In my childhood kindle such Actiue fires,
That my gray hayres seeme fled, my wrinckl'd face,
Growne smooth as Hebes, youth, and beauties grace,
To my shrunke veines, fresh blood and spirits bring,
Warme as the Summer, sprightfull as the spring,
Then all the world is mine: Croesus is poore
Compar'd with me, he is rich that askes no more:
And I in Sacke haue all, which is to me
My home, my life, health, wealth, and liberty,
Then haue I conquer'd all, I boldly dare
My Trophies with the Pelcan youth compare,
Him I will equall, as his sword, my pen
My conquer'd world of cares, his world of men,
Doe not, Atrides, Nestors ten desire
But ten such drinkers as that aged sire,
[Page 19] His streame of ho [...]yed words flowed from the Wine,
And Sack [...] his Counsell was, as hee was thine.
Who [...]u [...]r purchast a rich Indiaen mine,
But Bacchus first, and next the Spanish wine?
Then fill my bowle, that if I dye to morrow,
Killing cares to day, I haue out-liu'd my sorrow.
Aristip.

Thus resting in the opinion of that admirable Po­et, I make this draught of Sacke, this Lectures period.

Dixi.
Simp.

Dixi, dost thou say? I, and I'll warrant thee the best Dixi in Cambridge: who would sit poring on the learned Barbarisme of the Scholemen, that by one of thy Lectures might confute them all, pro & con? I begin to ha [...]e distincti­on, & actualiter, & habitualiter, yet a poxe to see, I cannot leaue them, nec principaliter, nec formaliter; yet I begin to loue the Foxe better than subtilnesse. Oh Tutor, Tutor, well might Foxe be a Colledge Porter, that hee might open the Gates to none but thy Pupils: come fellow Pupils, if I did not loue you, I were [...], and an absurdity in the abstract; Let's practise, let's practise, for I'll [...]ollow the steps of my Tutor night and day: by this Sacke, I shall loue this Philosophy: before I heard this Lecture, Bankes his Horse was an Aristotle; in comparison of me: I can laugh to thinke what a foolish Simpli [...]us I was this morning, and how learn [...]dly I shall sleepe to night.

2 Schol.

Sleep to night! why? that's no point of our Phi­losophy; we must sit vp late, and roare till we rattle the Wel­kin: Sleepe! what haue we to doe with deaths Cater-cou­sin? doe you thinke Nature gaue starres to sleepe by? haue you not day enough to sleepe in, but you must sleepe in the night too? 'tis an arrant Paradox.

Sim.

A Paradox? let me be crampt if I sleepe then, but what, must we sleepe in the day then?

Schol.

Yes, in the morning.

Sim.

And why in the morning?

2 Schol.

Why, a poxe of the morning, what haue we to [Page 20] doe with the sober time of the day?

Sim.

'Tis true, I see, we may learne something of our fel­low Pupils, and what must wee doe now, fellow pupils? What must wee doe now?

1 Schol.

Why? conferre our notes.

Sim.

What is that?

2 Schol.

Why? conferring of notes, is drinking off cups, halfe pots are saying of parts, and the singing of Catches is our repetition.

Sim.

Fellow Pupill, I'll conferre a note with you.

1 Schol.

Gramercy braue lad, and it's a good one, an excel­lent Criticisme; I would not haue lost it for Eustathius and his Bishopricke, it's a generall rule, and true without ex­ception.

Sim.

Fellow Pupill, I'll conferre a note with you too.

2 Schol.

Faith, let mee haue it, let's share and share like boone Rascals.

Simp.

I'll say my part to you both.

2 Schol.

By my troath, and you haue a good memory, you haue con'd it quickly Sir.

Sim.

But what shall we haue for repetitions now?

2 Schol.

I, what for repetitions?

1 Schol.

Why the Catch against the Schoolemen in praise of our Tutor Aristippus: Can you sing Simplicius?

Sim.

How begins it pray you?

1 Schol.

Aristippus is better.

Sim.

O God Sir, when I was in the state of ignorance, I co [...]'d it without booke, thinking it had been a Position.

Aristippus is better in euery letter,
Then Fab [...]r the Parisiensis,
Then Scotus, Soncinas, and Thomas Aqui [...]as,
Or Gregory Gandanensis:
Then Cardan and [...]amus, then old Paludanus,
Albertus and Gabriella,
Then Pico Mercatus, or Scaliger Natus,
Then Niphus or Zabarella.
[Page 21] Hortado, Trombetus, were fooles with Toletus,
Zanardus, and Will de Hales,
With Occham, Ia [...]ellus, and mad Algazellus,
Philoponus and Natali [...],
The Conciliator, was but a meere prater,
And so was Apollinaris:
Iandunus, Plotinus, the Dunc [...] Eugubinus,
With Masius, Sauil, and Swarez,
Fonseca, Durandus, Becanus, Holandus,
Pererius, Auienture:
Old Trismigistus, whose volumes haue mist vs,
Ammonius, Bonauenture,
Mirandula Comes, with Proclus and So [...]es,
And Guido the Carmelita:
The nominall Schooles, and the Colledge of fooles,
No longer is my delighta:
Hang Brirewood and Carter, in Crakenthorps garter,
L [...]t Keckerman too be [...]oane vs,
I'll be no more beaten, for greasie lacke Seato [...],
Or conning of Sandersonus.
The censure of Cato's, shall neuer amate vs,
Their frosty beards cannot nip vs:
Your Ale is too muddy, good Sacke is our study,
Our Tutor is Aristippus.
Enter the Wild-man, with two Brewers.
Wild-man.

There they be, now for the valour of Brewers, knocke um soundly, the old Rogue, that's hee, doe you not see him there? soundly, soundly, let him know what Cham­pions good Beere has.

They beat out Aristippus and the Schollers▪
[Page 22] Wild-man solus.

Now let them know that Beere is too strong for them, and let me be hang'd, if euer I be milder to such Rascals, they shall find these but st [...]le courtesies, He findes Po [...]s. How now? what's her [...]? the learned Library, the Philosophicall volumes: these are the bookes of the black-Art; I hate them worse than Bellar­mine, the golden Legend, or the Turkish Alcharon. I wonder what vertue is in this p [...]w [...]er-faced Authour, that it should make euery one fall into loue with it so deeply: I' [...]l trie if I can find any Philiru [...], Hee findes empty Pa­pers. any loue-potion in 't: by my Domine not a drop; O stultum ingeniur [...] hominum, to delight in such vani­tie [...]! Sure these are Comments vpon Tobacco, drie and j [...]ice­lesse vanities. I'll trie againe, by my bonafide, but this doth relish some learning, still better, an admirable witty rogue, a very flash. I'l turne another leafe, still better, has he any more Authors like this? what's here, Aristippus? a most incompa­rable Authour, O Bodly, Bodly, thou hast not such a booke in all thy Library, heer's one line worth the whole Vatican. O Aristippus, would my braines had beene broken out when I broched thy hogs-head: O curst Brewers, and most accur­sed am I, to wrong so learned a Philosopher as Aristippu [...]? what penance is enough to cleare me from this impardona­ble offence? twenty purgations are too little; I'll suck vp all my Beere in Toasts to appease him, and afterwards liue by my Wife and Hackneyes. Oh, that I had neuer vndertooke this selling of Beere, I might haue kept my house with Fel­lowes Commons, and neuer haue come to this: But now I am a Wild-man, and my house a Bedlam: Aristippus, A­ristippus, Aristippus.

Enter Medico de Campo.
Medico.

How now neighbour Wild-man?

Wild-man.

O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I doe for thee, Aristippus?

Medico.
[Page 23]

What extasie is this?

Wilde-man:

O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I doe for thee Aristippus?

Medico.

Why neighbour Wilde-man, disclose your griefes to me, I am a Surgeon, and perchance may cure vm?

Wilde-man.

O cry you mercy, you are the welcommest man on earth, Sir Signior Medico de campo, the welcmomest man liuing, the only man I could haue wished for, O Aristip­pus, Aristippus.

Medico.

Why what's the matter, neighbour? O I heare he has seduced away your Parishioners, is this the cause of your Lamentation?

Wilde-man.

O no Sir, a learned Philosopher, one that I loue with my soule: but in my rage I cannot tell you Sir, 'tis a dismall tale, the sharpest Razor in your shop would turne edge at it.

Medico.

Neuer feare it, I haue one was sent from a— faith I cannot thinke on's name, a great Emperour, hee that I did the great cure on, you haue heard on't I am sure: I fet­ched his head from China, after it had beene there a fort­night buried, and set it on his shoulders againe, and made him as liuely, as euer I saw him in my life; and yet to see I should not thinke on's name. O I haue it now, Prester Iohn, a poxe on't, Prester Iohn, 'twas hee, hee, I faith, 'twas Prester Iohn; I might haue had his Daughter if I had not been a foole; and haue liu'd like a Prince all the daies of my life; nay, and perchance haue inherited the Crowne after his death; but a poxe on't, her lips were too thicke for me, and that I should not thinke on Prester Iohn.

Wilde man.

O Aristippus, Aristippus, poxe on your Prester Iohn Sir, will you thinke on Aristippus?

Med.

What should I doe with him?

Wilde man.

Why? in my rage Sir, I haue almost killed him, and now would haue you cure him in sober sadnesse.

Medico.

Why call him out Sir.

[Page 24] Enter Simplicius.
Wilde-man.

Sir, yonder comes one of his Pupils.

Medico.

Salue M r. Simplicius.

Simp.

Salue me, 'tis but a Surgeons complement, Signior Medico de Campo; but you are welcome Sir, my Tutor wants helpe. Are you there you Vsquebaugh Rascall, with your Me­theglin iuyce? I'll teach you Sir to breake a Philosophers pate; I'll make you leaue your distinctions as well as I haue done.

Wilde-man.

O pardon, pardon me, I repent Sir heartily, O Aristippus, Aristippus, I haue broken thy head, Aristippus, but I'll giue thee a plaister, Aristippus, Aristippus.

Medico.

I pray Sir bring him out in his Chaire, and if the house can furnish you with Barbers prouision, let all bee in readinesse.

Exit Simplicius.
Wilde-man.

Pray Sir doe you thinke you can cure him?

Medico.

Him? why neighbour, doe you not remember the Thumbe?

Wilde-man.

What of the Thumbe? I haue not heard of it as yet Sir.

Medico.

Why the Thumbe, the Thumbe, doe you not know the cure of the Thumbe?

Wilde-man.

No Sir, but I pray tell the cure of the Thumbe, doe you still remember't Sir.

Medico.

Remember't? I, and perfectly, I haue it at my fin­gers end, and thus it is. Two Gentlemen were fighting, one lost his Thumbe, I bychance comming by, tooke it vp, put it in my pocket, some two moneths after, meeting the Gentle­man, I set on his Thumbe againe; and if he were now in Cam­bridge, I could haue his hand to shew for't: why did you ne'r heare of the Thumbe Sir? 'tis strange you neuer heard mee speake of the Thumbe Sir.

[Page 25] Enter three Schollers bringing fo [...]rth Aristippus in his Chayre.
1 Schol.

Signior de Medico Campo, if you haue any art or skill, shew it now, you neuer had a more deseruing Patient.

Medico.

Yet I haue had many, and royall ones too; I haue done Cures beyond Seas, that will not be beleeued in Eng­land.

2 Schol.

Very likely so, and Cures in England, that will not be beleeued beyond seas, nor here neither, for in this kinde, halfe the world are infidels.

Medico.

The great Turke can witnesse, I am sure, the eyes that he weares, are of my making.

1 Schol.

Hee was then an eye-witnesse: but I hope hee weares spectacles, Signior.

Medico.

Why, won't you beleeue it? why I tell you I am able to say't, I saw't, I saw't my selfe, I cur'd the King of Po­land of a Wart on's nose, and Bethlem Gaber of a Ring­worme.

1 Schol.

The one with raw Beefe, and the other with Inke­hornes.

Medico.

Poxe of your old Wi [...]es medicines; the worst of mine Ingredients is an Vnicornes Horne, and a Bezars stone: Raw Beefe and Inkehornes! Why, I cur'd Sherley in the Grand Sophies Court in Persia, when he had bin twice shot through with Ordinance, and had two bullets in each thigh, and so quickly, that he was able at night to lie with his wife the Sophies neece, and beget a whole Church of Christians; and could this haue beene done with Raw Beefe and Inke­hornes?

Sim.

No sure, this could not haue beene done without Egges and Greene-sauce, or an Oatmeale Poultice at least.

Medico.

The King of Russia had dyed of the wormes, but for a powder I sent him.

2 Schol.

Some of that you meane, that stucke on the bul­let which you tooke out of Sherleyes legges.

Medico.
[Page 26]

In the siege of Ostend, I gaue the Dutchesse of Austria a receipt to keepe her Smocke from being animated, when shee had not shifted it of a tweluemoneth.

1 Schol.

Beleeue mee, and that was a Cure beyond Scoggins Fleas.

Medico.

I am able by the vertue of one Salue, to heale all the wounds and breaches in Bohemia.

2 Schol.

I, and cloze vp the Bung-hole in the great Tub at Heidlebergh, I warrant you.

Medico.

I cur'd the state of Venice of a Dropsie, the Low-Countries of a Lethargie, and if it had not been treason, I had cur'd the Fistula, that it shuld haue dropt no more then your nose. By one Dramme on a knifes point, I restored Mans­field to his full strength and forces, when he had no men left, but was onely skin and bones. I made an Arme for Bruns­wicke, with so great art and skill, as nature her selfe could not haue mended it; which had it not come too late, and after his death, would haue done him as much seruice as that which was shot off.

2 Schol.

I easily beleeue that I faith.

Medico.

I could make a Purgation, that should so scoure the Seas, that neuer a Dunkerke durst shew his head.

1 Schol.

By my faith, and that would bee a good State Glister.

Medico.

I haue done as great wonders as these, when I extracted as much chastity from a Sanctimony in the English Nunnery, as cur'd the Pope of his lechery.

2 Schol.

And yet had as much left, as seru'd fiue Cardinals on Fasting-dayes.

Medico.

And there was no man in the Realme of France, either French or Spanish or Italian Doctors, but my selfe, that durst vndertake the King of France his Cornes, and after­wards hauing cur'd him, I dranke a health to him.

Sim.

Would we had the pledging on't. O happy man that hast conferred a note with the King of France!

Medico.

And doe you seeme to misdoubt my skill, and speake of my Art with ifs and ands? Doe you take mee for [Page 27] a Mountebank? and hath mine owne tongue beene so silent in my praise, that you haue not heard of my skill?

2 Schol.

No, pardon vs Signior, onely the danger our Tu­tor is in, makes vs so suspitious; we know your skill Sir, we haue heard Spaine and your owne tongue speake loud on't, we know besides, that you are a Trauailer, and therefore giue you leaue to relate your words with authority.

Med.

Danger? what danger can there be, when I am his Surgeon?

1 Schol.

His head Sir is so wondrously bruised, 'tis almost past cure.

Med.

Why, what if he had neuer an head? am not I able to make him one? or if it were beaten to atomes, I could set it together, as perfectly as in the wombe.

Wild.

Beleeue me neighbour, but that would be as great a wonder, as the Thumbe, or Prester Iohns head.

Med.

Why? I'll tell you Sir, what I did, a farre greater wonder then any of these, I was a Trauailer.

2 Schol.

There is no such great wonder in that, but what may be beleeued.

Med.

And another friend of mine trauailed with me, and to be short, I came into the Country of Cannibals, where missing my friend, I ran to seeke him, and came at last into a Land where I saw a company feeding on him, they had eaten halfe of him, I was very pensiue at his misfortune, or rather mine▪ at last I bethought me of a powder that I had about me, I put it into their wine, they had no sooner drank of it, but they presently disgorged their stomacks, and fell asleep; I Sir, gathered vp the miserable morsels of my friend, placed them together, and restored him to be a perfect man againe; and if he were here still aliue, he were able to witnesse it him­selfe, and doe you thinke I cannot cure a ten-groates dam­mage, or a crackt Crowne.

1 Schol.

Good Signior make no such delay, cure him, and haue one wonder more to fill vp your Legend.

Medico.

Here hold the Bason, you the Napkins, and you M r Simplicius t [...]e Boxes, how shall we do to lay his feete vp­on? [Page 28] By my troth Sir, he is wonderfully hurt, his piam [...]ter I perceiue is cleane out of ioynt; of the 20. bones of the Cra­nium there is but three onely whole, the rest are miserably crushed and broken, and two of his Sutures are cleane pe­rished, onely the Sagitall remaines free from violence, the foure Tunicates of his eyes are thred-bare, the Meninx of his [...]are is like a cut Drum, and the hammers lost: there is not a Ca [...]tilago in his head worth three pence, the top of his nose is dropt away, there is not a Muskle left in the Cauities of his Nostrils, his dentes molares are past grinding, his Pa [...]et is lost, and with it his gurgulio, yet if he can swallow, I warrant his drinking safe: helpe open his mouth. So, so, his throat is sound: he's well I warrant you; now giue him a cup of Sack: so let me chafe his Temples, put this powder into ano­ther glasse of Sacke, and my life for his, he is as sound as the best of vs all: let downe his legs. How doe you Sir?

Aristip.

Why as young as the Morning, all life, and soule, not a dra [...] of body; I am newly come backe from hell, and haue seene so many of my acquaintance there, that I wonder whose Art hath restored me to life againe.

1 Schol.

The Catholique Bishop of Barbers, the very Me­tropolitan of Surgeons, Signior de Medico Campo.

2 Schol.

One that hath ingross'd all Arts to himselfe, as if he had the Monopoly.

1 Schol.

The onely Hospitall of soares.

2 Schol.

And Spittle-house of infirmities, Signior de Me­dico Campo.

1 Schol.

One that is able to vndoe the Company of Bar­bersurgeons, and Colledge of Physicians, by making al disea­ses fly the Country.

2 Schol.

Yea, he is able to giue his skill to whom he please, by Act of deede, or bequeath it by Legacy, but he is determi­ned as yet to intaile it to his heires males for euer.

1 Schol.

Sir, death it selfe dares not anger him, for feare he should begger the Sextons by suffering no graue to bee made, he can chuse whether any shall dye or no.

2 Schol.

And he do's't with such celerity, that a hundred [Page 29] peeces of Ordinance in a pitch'd field, could not in a whole day make worke enough to imploy him an houre; you owe him your life Sir, I'll assure you.

Aristip.

Sir I doe owe you my life, and all that is mine: thinke of any thing that lyeth in the compasse of my Philo­sophy, and 'tis your owne.

Med.

I haue gold enough Sir, and Philosophy enough, for my house is paued with Philosophers stones, mine only desire is, that you forgiue the rage of this wildeman, who is heartily sorry for his offence to you.

Wild.

O reuerend Philosopher, and Alchimy of vnder­standing, thou very Sack of Sciences, thou noble Spaniard, thou Catholique Monarch of Wines, Archduke of Canary, Emperour of the sacred Sherry, pardon me, pardon my rude­nesse, and I will forsweare that Dutch heresie of English Beere, and the witchcraft of Middletons water, I'll turne my selfe into a Gowne, and be a profest disciple of Aristippus.

Aristip.

Giue him a Gowne then, ere we admit him to our Lecture hereafter. Now noble Signior Medico de Campo, if you will walke in, let's be very iouiall and merry, 'tis my se­cond birth-day, let's in, and drinke a health to the company.

We car [...] not [...]or mony, riches, or wealth,
Old Sack is our mony, old Sack is our health,
Then let's flock hither
Like Birds of a feather,
To drinke, to fling,
To laugh and sing,
Conferring our notes together,
Conferring our notes together.
Come let vs laugh, let vs drinke, let vs sing,
The winter with vs is as good as the Spring,
We care not a feather
For wind, or for weather,
But night and day
VVe sport and play,
Conferring our notes together,
Conferring our notes together.
Simp.
[Page 30]

Heark, they are drinking your healths, within, and I must haue it too, I am only left here to offer my supplicat to you, that my grace may passe, and then if I may but com­mence in your approbation, I will take a degree in drinking, and because I am turn'd a iouiall mad raskall, I haue a great desire to be a Midsummer Batch'lor, I was onely stay'd to aske your leaues to goe out.

Exit.
FINIS.

THE PEDLER, AS IT WAS PRESENTED IN A STRANGE SHOVV.

Generous Gentlemen,

SVch is my affection to Phoebus, and the ninety nine Mu [...]es, that for the benefit of this roy­all Vniuersity, I haue strodled ouer three of the terrestriall globes with my Geometricall rambling, vid [...]licet, the Asia of the Dolphin, the Afrique of the Rose, the America of the Mitre, besides the terra incognita, of many an Ale-house. And all for your sakes, whom I know to be the diuine brats of Helicon, the lawfull begotten bastards of the thrice three sisters, the learned, filly-foales to Mounsier Pegasus, Arch­hackney to the students of Parnassus: Therefore I charge you by the seuen deadly Sciences, which you more study than the three and foure liberall sinnes, that your ha, ha, he's may be recompence of my ridiculous endeauours.

I haue beene long in trauell, but if your laughter giue my Embryon iests but safe deliuerance, I dare maintaine it in the throat of Europ, Iero [...]imo rising from his naked bed, was not so good a Midwife.

But I see you haue a great desire to know what profession I [Page 32] am of: first, therefore heare what I am not. I am not a Law­yer, for I hope you see no Buckram honesty about me, and I sweare by these sweet lips, my breath stinks not of any State actions: I am no souldier, although my heeles be better than my hands: by the whips of Mars and Bellona, I could neuer endure the smell of salt-Peter since the last Gunpowder trea­son: the voyce of a Mandrake to me, is sweeter musick than those Maximes of warres, those terrible Cannons; I am no Townsman, vnlesse there be rutting in Cambridge, for you see my head without hornes; I am no Alderman, for I speak true English; I am no Iustice of peace, for I sweare by the honesty of a Mittimus, the venerable Bench neuer kist my worshipful Buttocks; I am no Alchymist, for though I am poore, I haue not broke out my braines against the Philosophers stone; I am no Lord, and yet me thinks I should, for I haue no Lands; I am no Knight, and yet I haue as empty pockets as the prou­dest of them all; I am no Landlord, but to Tenants at will; I am no Inns of Court Gentleman, for I haue not been stew­ed throughly at the Temple, though I haue beene halfe cod­led at Cambridg [...]; Now doe you expect that I should say I am a Scholler, but I thanke my starres, I haue more wit than so; why, I am not mad yet? I hope my better Genius will shield me from a thred-bare blacke Cloke, it lookes like a piece of Beelzebubs Liuery. A Scholler? What? I doe not meane my braines should drop through my nose: no; if I was what I wish I could but hope to be; but I am a noble, generous, vn­derstanding, royall, magnificent, religious, heroicall, and thrice illustrious Pedler.

But what is a Pedler? why, what's that to you? yet for the satisfaction of him whom I most respect, my right honou­rable selfe, I will define him.

A Pedler is an I [...]diu [...]duum vagum, or the Primum mobile of Tradesmen, a walking Burse, or moueable Exchange, a Socra­ticall Citizen of the vast vniuerse, or a peripateticall Iourny­man, that like another Atlas carries his heauenly shop on's Shoulders.

[Page 33] I am a Pedler, and I s [...]ll my ware
This braue Saint Barthol▪ or Sturbridge faire,
I'll sell all for laughter, that's all my gaines,
Such Chapm [...]n should be laught at for their paines.
Come buy my wits which I haue hither brought,
For wit is neuer good till it be bought;
Let me not beare all backe, buy some the while,
If laughter be too deare, tak't for a smile;
My trade is iesting now, or quible speaking,
Strang: trade you'l say, for its set vp with breaking;
My shop and I, am all at your command,
For lawfull English laughter paid at hand,
Now will I trust no more, it were in vaine
To breake, and make a Craddock of my braine:
Halfe haue not paid me yet, first there is one
Owes me a quart for his declamation,
Anothers morning draught, is not yet paid
For foure Epistles at the election made,
Nor dare I crosse him who do's owe as yet
Three elli of iests to line Priorums wit.
But heer's a Courtier has so long a bill▪
'Twill fright him to behold it, yet I will
Relate the summes: Item, he owes me first,
For a [...] Inprimis: but what grieues me worst,
A dain [...]y Epigram on his Spaniels taile
Cost me an houre, besides fiue pots of Ale,
Item an Anagram on his mistrisse name,
Item the speech wherewith he courts his Dame,
And an old blubberd scowling El [...]gy
Vpon his Masters dogs sad exequy,
Nor can I yet the time directly gath [...]r,
When I was paid for an Epitaph on's father,
Besides he neuer yet gaue mee content
For the new coyning of's last complement,
Should I speake all? be't spoken to his praise,
[Page 43] The totall summs is, what he thinks, or sayes,
I will not let you runne so much o'th score,
Poore Ducke-Lane braines, trust me, I'l trust no more,
Shall's iest for nought, haue you all conscience lost?
Or doe you thinke our Sacke did nothing cost?
Well, then it must be done as [...] I haue said,
I needes must be with present laughter payd,
I am a freeman, for by this sweet ryme,
The fellowes know I haue secur'd the time,
Yet if you please to grace my poore aduentures,
I'm bound to you in more than ten Indentures.

But a pox on Skeltons [...]ury, Ile open my Shop in honester prose, and first, Gentlemen, I'l shew you halfe a dozen of in­comparable poynts.

I would giue you the definition of points, but that I think you haue them at your fingers ends, yet for your better vn­derstanding,

A poynt is no body, a common terme, an extreme friend of a good mans longitude, whose center and circumference ioyne in one diametricall opposition to your equilaterall Doublets, or equicrurall Breeches; but to speake to the point, though not to the purpose.

1 The first point is a point of honesty, but is almost worn out, and has neuer beene in request since trunck-Hose and Codpeece [...]breeches went out of fashion, it's made of simpli­city Ribbon, and tagged with plaine dealing; if there be any knaues among you ( [...]s I hope you are not all fooles,) faith buy this point of honesty, and the best vse you can put it to, is to tye the band of affection: but I feare, this point will finde no Chapman, some of you had rather sell, than with Demosth [...]nes buy honesty at so deare a rate: oh, I could wish that the Bree­ches of Bowsers, Stewards; Taxors, Receiuers, and Auditors were trussed with these honesty points; but some will not bee tyed to it, but hist To [...], it is dangerous vntrussing the time.

[Page 35] 2 The next is a point of Knauery, but I haue enow of them already, yet because I am loth to carry mine any longer about me, who giues me most, shall take it, and the diuell giue him good on't: this point is cut out of villanous Sheepeskin parchment in a Scriueners Shop, tagg'd with the gold of a Ring, which the Pillory robb'd him of, when it borrow­ed his eares; if he doe but fasten this to the new Doublet of a yong Squire, it will make him grow so corpulent in the mid­dle, that there will be nothing but Waste, this point of Kna­uery has bin a man in his dayes, and the best of the Parish, foureteene of them goe to our Bakers dozen.

The definition of him may be this: a point of Knauery, is an occult quality tyed on a riding knot, the better to play fast and loose, he was borne in Buckram, h'as runne through all offices in the Parish, and now stands to be President of Bride­well, where I leaue him, [...]oping to see him truss'd at Ti­burne.

3 Amongst all my points, a point of ignorance is the very Alderman of the dozen. This is the richest point in my packe, and is neuer out of fashion at Innes of Court: if you buy this point, you are arrant fooles, for I'l giue you this gift, that you shall haue it in spite of your teeths.

4 The next is a point of good manners, that has beene long lost amongst a croud of clownes, because it was only in fashion on this side Trent.

This point is almost found in our Colledge, and I thanke the heauens for' [...], it begins to be tagg'd with Latine, it hath beene much d [...]fil'd, but I hope to see it cleane wash't away with the sope of good gouernment.

This point, to giue you a little inckling of it; begins from the due obseruance of a Fresh man to Sophisters, and there it ends with a cede m [...]ioribus.

5 Next point is a point of false doctrine, snatch'd from the codpeece of a long-winded Puritan, the breath of Ar­m [...]nim will rot in him. Tag him with a piece of Apocripha, and he breaks in sunder, trusse him to the Surplesse, and his [Page 36] Breeches will presently fall downe with the thought of the whore of Babylon.

Hee hates vnity and Church-discipline so farre; that you cannot tye a true loues knot on him: cut off his tags, and he will make excellent strings for a Geneua Bible; I would haue these points anathema [...]ized from all the religious breeches in the company: 'tis made of a dangerous stubborne Leather, tagg'd at one end with selfe-conceit, at the other with wil­full opinion, this point is fit for no seruice, but Lucifers C [...] ­coti [...]ces: but why talke I so long of this point, it is pitt [...] it is not licensed.

6 If you like my points, why doe you not buy? If you would haue a more full point, I can furnish you with a Peri­od; I haue a Parenthesis (but that may be left out) I know not how you affect those points; but I loue them so well, that I grieue at the ignorance of my infancy, when my most auda­cious Toes durst play at spurne-point.

Who will not pitty points, when each man sees
To begging they are falne vpon their knees?
Though I begge pitty, thinke I doe not feare
Censuring Criticke whelps, no point Mounsier:
If you [...]ate points, and these like merry speeches,
You may want points for to trusse vp your Breeches.
And from the close-stole may [...]e neuer moue,
That hating points, doth clasps and keepers loue;
But if my points haue [...]eere at all offended,
Ile tell you a way how all may be amended:
Speake to the point, and that shall answer friend,
All i [...] not worth a point, and ther's an end.
[Page 37]Then the Pedler brought forth a Looking Glasse.

The next is a Looking-Glasse, but I'l put it vp againe; for I dare not be so bold as to shew some of you your owne faces; yet I will, because it hath strange operations, viz.

If a crackt Chamber-maid dresse her selfe by this Looking-Glasse, shee shall dreame the next night of kissing her Lord, or making her mistresse a shee Cuckold, and shall marry a Chaplin, the next liuing that falls.

If a stale Court Lady looke on this Reflection, shee may see her old [...]ace, through her new Complection.

An Vsurer cannot see his conscience in it, nor a Scriuener his eares.

If a Townesman peepe into it, his Acteons furniture is no longer invisible: Co [...]rupt takers of bribes may reade the price of their consciences in it.

Some fellowes cannot see the face of a Scholler in it. If one of our Iewel-nos'd Carbunckl'd rubricke, bonifac't, can venture the danger of seeing their owne faces in it, the poore Basiliskes will kill themselues by reflection.

If a blinde man see his face in this, hee shall recouer his eye-sight.

But I see no pleasure in the contemplation of it; for when I looke into it, I finde my selfe inclined to such a dangerous disease, that I feare, I cannot liue heere aboue foure yeeres longer: Howsoeuer, I hope after my disease, we shall drinke the parting-blow.

If any this Looking-Glasse disgrace,
It is because he dares not see his face:
Then what I am, I will not see (faith) say,
'T was the whores Argument, when she threw't away.
[Page 38]Then the Pedler brought foorth a boxe of Cerebrum.

But now considering what a Philosophicall vacuum there is in most of our Cambridge Noddles, I haue here to sell a so­ueraine boxe of Cerebrum, which by Lullius his Alchymy▪ was extracted from the quintessence of Aristotles Pericrani­um, sodde in the sinciput of Demosthenes. The fire being blowne with the long-winded blast of a C [...]ceronian sentence, the whole confection boyled from a pottle to a pinte, in the Pipkin of Seneca: wee owe the first inuention of it to Sir Iohn Mandeuile, the perfection of it to Tom of Odcombe, who fetch'd it from the gray-headed Alpes in the Hobsons Wag­gon of experience; I sweare as Persians vse, by this my Cox­combe, this Magazine of immortall roguery: but for this Boxe of braines, you had not laughed to night; buy this boxe of braines, and the tenure of your wits shall be soccage, when as now it is but [...]ee simple.

These braines haue very admirable vertues, and very strange operations: foure drops of it in the eare of a Lawyer, will make him write true Lattin: three graines will fill the Capitall of an Vniuersity Gander; the terrestriall head of a high-Constable, will be contented with halfe a dram; three scruples and a halfe will fill the braine-panne of a Bambery brother.

Come buy my braines, you ignorant guls,
And furnish heere your empty sculs:
Pay your Laughter as it's fit,
To the learned Pedler of wit.
Quickly come, and quickly buy,
Or I'l shut my shop, and f [...]oles you'l dye.
If your Coxcombes you would quoddle,
Heere buy braines to fill your noddle.
[Page 39] Who buyes my braines, learnes quickly here,
To make a Probleme in a yeere:
Shall vnderstand the predicable,
And the predicamentall Rabble.
Who buyes them not, shall die a foole,
An exotericke in the Schoole.
Who has not these, shall euer passe
For a great Acromaticall Asse:
Buy then this boxe of braines, who buyes not it,
Shall neuer surfet on too much wit.
Then the Pedler brought forth a Whetstone.

But leauing my braines, I come to a more profitable Com­modity: for considering how dull halfe the wits of the Vni­uersitie be, I thought it not the worst traffique to sell Whet­stones.

This Whetstone will set such an edge vpon your inuenti­ons, that it will make your rusty iron braines, purer mettle, then your brazen faces. Whet but the knife of your Capaci­ties on this Whetstone, and you may presume to dine at the Muses Ordinary, or suppe at the Oracle of Apollo. If this be not true, I sweare by the Doxies Petricoates, that I'le neuer hereafter presume of a better vocation, then to liue and dye the miserable factor of Conny-skins.

Then the Pedler brought out Gloues.

I haue also Gloues of seuerall qualities: the first is a paire of Gloues made for a Lawyer, made of an intire Loadstone, that has the vertue to draw gold vnto it; they were perfumed with the conscience of an Vsurer, and will keepe scent till wrangling haue left Westminster Hall; they are seamed with [Page 40] Indenture, by the needleworke of Mortgage, and fringed with a Nouerint Vniuersi. I would shew you more, but it is against the Statute, because a Latitat hath beene serued lately vpon them. And few of you need any Gloues, for you weare Cordouant hands.

Night-Caps.

My next Commodities, are seuerall Night-caps, but they dare not come abroad by Candlelight. The first is lined with Foxe furre, which I hope to sell to some of the Sophisters; it hath an admirable faculty for curing the Crapula, aboue the vertue of Iuie, or bitter Almonds; nay, the porredge pot's not comparable vnto it.

I haue another, fit for an Alderman, which Acteon by his last Will and Testament bequeathed to the City as a princi­pall Charter, it was of Dianas's owne making; Albumazers Otacousticon was but a Chamberpot in comparison.

I could fit all heads with Night-caps, except your grane ouerwise Metaphysical heads: Marry, they are so transcen­dent, that they will not bee comprehended within the pre­dicant of a Night-cap.

Ruffes.

I haue also seuerall Ruffes; first, a Ruffe of pure Holland for a Dutch drunkard, a Ruffe of Cobweb-lawne for the Vniuer­sitie statutes: I haue a Ruffe for the Colledge too: but by this badge of our Colledge (my reuerend Lambskins) our back­biters say, our Colledge Ruffes are quite out of stocke; [...] haue no more Ruffes but one, and that is a Ruffe of strong hempe, you may haue them who will, at the Royall Exchange of Ti­burne.

[Page 41] As for plaine Bands, if you finde any in a Scriueners shop, there is good hope honesty will come in fashion againe.

But you will not bestow your money on such trifles: why? I haue greater wares.

Will you buy any Parsonages, Vicarages, Deanaries, or Prebendaries?

The price of one is his Lordships crackt Chamber-Maid, the other is the reseruing of his Worships tythes; or you may buy the Knights horse three hundred pound too deare, who to make you amends in the bargaine, will draw you on fairely to a Vicaridge.

There be many tricks, but the downe-right way is three yeeres purchase. Come bring in your Coyne; Liuings are Maioriinpretio now, then in the daies of Doomesday booke, you must giue presents for your presentations: there may be seuerall meanes for your institution, but this is the only way to induction that euer I knew: but I see you are not minded to meddle with any my honest Leuiticall Farmers.

Then the Pedler tooke out a Wench made of Alablaster.

But now expect the treasures of the World, the treasures of the earth digg'd from the mynes of my more then Indian paunch. Wipe your eyes, that no enuious clouds of musty humours may barre your sight of the happinesse of so rare an obiect.

Come from thy Palace, beautious Queene of Greece,
Sweet Hellen of the world, rise like the morne,
Clad in the smocke of night, that all the starres
May lose their eyes, and then grow blinde,
Runne weeping to the man i'th Moone,
To borrow his dogge to leade the spheares a begging.
[Page 42] Rare Empresse of our soules, whose Charcole flames
Burne the poore Colts foot of amazed hearts,
View this dumbe Audience thy beauty spies,
And then amaz'd with griefe, laughout their eyes.

Heer's now a rare beauty, oh, how all your fingers itch, who should be the first Chapman? This will be a dainty friend in a corner. And wert not better to imbrace this prer­ty shambles of beauty, this errant Poultry of perfection, than to tumble your sopy Laundresses? Is this like your daggle-tail'd Bed-makers? when a man shall lie with Seacole ashes, and commit adultery with the dust of his chamber?

Me thinks this peerelesse Paragon of complection should be better countenanced. She would set a sharper edge on your appetites, than all the three-penny Cutlers in Cambridge.

I am a man as you are, and this naughty flesh and blood will neuer leaue tempting: yet I protest by the sweet sole of this incomparable shee, I neuer had any acquaintance with the pretty Libraries of flesh, but onely this: This is the sub­iect of my muse; This I adorne with costly Epigrams, and such curious Encomiums, as may deserue immortality in the Chamberpots of Helicon: and thus my Furor Poeticus doth accost her.

Faire Madame, thee whose euery thing
Deser [...]es the Close-stoole of a King:
Wose head is faire as any bone,
White and smooth as Pumex stone.
Whose naturall baldnesse scornes to weare
The needlesse excrements of bayre.
Whose fore-head streakes, our hearts commands,
Like Douer Clifts, or Goodwyn sands.
While from those daintie Glo-worme eyes,
Cupid shoots plum-pudding pyes,
While from the Arches of thy nose,
A Creame-pot of white Nectar flowes:
[Page 43] Faire dainty lips, so smooth, so sleeke,
And truely Alablaster cheeke.
Pure Saffron teeth, happy the meate
That such pretty milnestones eate.
O let mee heare some silent song,
Tun'd by the Iewes-trumpe of thy tongue.
Oh, how that Chin becomes thee well,
Where neuer hairy beard shall dwell:
Thy Corall necke doth statelier bow,
Then Iös when she turn'd a Cow:
O let mee, or I shall ne'r rest,
Sucke the blacke bottles of thy brest:
Or lay my head, and rest mee still
On that dainty Hogmagog hill.
Oh curious, and vnfathom'd waste,
As slender as the stateliest Mast:
Thy fingers too breed my delight,
Each Wart a naturall Margarite,
Oh pitty then my dismall mo [...]ue,
Able to melt thy heart of stone.
Thou know'st how I lament and howle,
Weepe, snort, condole, looke sad and scowle.
Each night so great, my passions be,
I cannot wake for thought of thee.
Thy Gowne can tell how much I lou'd,
Thy Petticoate to pitty moou'd.
Then let thy Pedler mercy finde,
To kisse theo once, though it be behinde.
Sweet kisse, sweet lips, delicious sence,
How sweet a Zephyrus blowes from thence?
Blest Peiticoate, more blest her Smocke,
That daily busseth her Buttocke:
For now the Prouer be true I finde,
That the best part is still behinde.
Sweet dainty soule, daigne but to giue
The poore Pedler, this hanging Slee [...].
[Page 44] And in thine honour, by this kisse,
I'le dayly weare my Packe in this,
And quickly so beare thee m [...]re fame,
Then Quixot the Knight Errants dame:
So farewell sweet, daign [...] but to touch,
And once againe re-blesse my Pouch.

Is it not pitty such ware should not bee bought? Well, I perceiue the fault is in the emptinesse of your learned poc­kets: well, I'le to the Court, and see what I can sell there, and then carry the Reliques to Rome.

The Pedler cals for his Coltstaffe.
Some friend must now per [...]or [...],
Make haste, and bid my Boy
To saddle me my woodden Horse:
For I meane to conquer Troy.
FINIS.

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