Oh _Graccus_! thou beguil'st opinion:
The Gates of great men stand more wide
To entertaine a foole then _Cresus_ armes
To hug the Golden God; and faster bard
Against necessitie then _Dives_ entrance
At _Olympus_ gate.
_Enter Servulus,[229] Scillicet, Philautus and boy_.
_Servu_.[230] Fa, la, sol, lasol; Boy, a Glasse.
_Boy_. Tis but one and all, sir.
_Acut_. Angels protect us, what have we heare?
_Boy_. Ye haue a good memorie, Sir, for they are five minutes ere
windefall of your Glasse.
_Ser_. Sir, be credible, tis ballanst to be superlative politicke
custome in these houres to dwell in shallowe accoutrements, as a defence
for the abilitie of his pursse from the infringed Oath of some impudent
face, that will borrowe a gentlemans revenewes if he be vestally adornd:
Ile tell you sir by this bright Horrison--
_Scil_. A word, I pray yee, sir, ere ye go any further: Boy, my Tables.
_Boy_. Your Tables are ready, Sir, and all the men ye keep which is
indeede halfe a Boy, _Scillicet Videlicet_.
_Scil_. I pray ye let me request that oath of you.
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