The Mad Lover Part 6

_Mem._ I dye my self then, Beside there's reason--

_Chi._ Oh!

_Mem._ I pray thee tell me, For thou art a great Dreamer.

_Chi._ I can dream, Sir, If I eat well and sleep well.

_Mem._ Was it never By Dream or Apparition open'd to thee--

_Chi._ He's mad.

_Mem._ What the other world was, or _Elyzium_?

Didst never travel in thy sleep?

_Chi._ To Taverns, When I was drunk o're night; or to a Wench, There's an _Elyzium_ for ye, a young Lady Wrapt round about ye like a Snake: is that it?

Or if that strange _Elyzium_ that you talk of Be where the Devil is, I have dream't of him, And that I have had him by the horns, and rid him, He trots the Dagger out o'th' sheath.

_Mem._ _Elyzium_, The blessed fields man.

_Chi._ I know no fields blessed, but those I have gain'd by.

I have dream't I have been in Heaven too.

_Mem._ There, handle that place; that's _Elyzium_.

_Chi._ Brave singing, and brave dancing, And rare things.

_Mem._ All full of flowers.

_Chi._ And Pot-herbs.

_Mem._ Bowers for lovers, And everlasting ages of delight.

_Chi._ I slept not so far.

_Mem._ Meet me on those banks Some two days hence.

_Chi._ In Dream, Sir?

_Mem._ No in death, Sir.

And there I Muster all, and pay the Souldier.

Away, no more, no more.

_Chi._ G.o.d keep your Lords.h.i.+p: This is fine dancing for us.

_Enter_ Siphax.

_Si._ Where's the General?

_Chi._ There's the old sign of _Memnon_, where the soul is You may go look as I have.

_Si._ What's the matter?

_Chi._ Why question him and see; he talks of Devils, h.e.l.ls, Heavens, Princes, Powers, and Potentates, You must to th' pot too.

_Si._ How?

_Chi._ Do you know _Elyzium_? a tale he talks the Wild-goose chase of.

_Si._ _Elyzium?_ I have read of such a place.

_Chi._ Then get ye to him, Ye are as fine company as can be fitted. [_Exit_ Chilax.

Your Wors.h.i.+ps fairly met.

_Si._ Mercy upon us, What ails this Gentleman?

_Mem._ Provision--

_Si._ How his head works!

_Mem._ Between two Ribbs, If he cut short or mangle me; I'le take him And twirle his neck about.

_Si._ Now G.o.ds defend us.

_Mem._ In a pure Cup transparent, with a writing To signifie--

_Si._ I never knew him thus: Sure he's bewitch'd, or poyson'd.

_Mem._ Who's there?

_Si._ I Sir.

_Mem._ Come hither, _Siphax_.

_Si._ Yes, how does your Lords.h.i.+p?

_Mem._ Well, G.o.d a mercy Souldier, very well, But prithee tell me--

_Si._ Any thing I can, Sir.

_Mem._ What durst thou do to gain the rarest Beauty The World has?

_Si._ That the World has? 'tis worth doing.

_Mem._ Is it so; but what doing bears it?

_Si._ Why! any thing; all danger it appears to.

_Mem_. Name some of those things: do.