SCENA. 4.
What? the well-dieted Amorphus become a Water-drinker? I see he meanes not to write verses then.
No Criticus? why?
Quia nulla placere diu▪ nec viuere carmina possunt, quae scri∣buntur aquae po••oribus.
What say you to your Helicon?
O, the Muses, well! that's euer excepted.
Sir, your Muses haue no such water I assure you; your Nectar, or the Iuice of your Nepenthe is nothing to it; tis aboue your Metheglin, beleeue it.
Metheglin! what's that Sir? may I be so Audacious to demaund?
A kinde of Greeke Wine I haue met with Sir in my Trauailes: it is the same that Demosthenes vsually drunke, in the composure of all his exquisite and Mellifluous Orations.
That's to be argued, (Amorphus) if wee may credit Lucian, who in his (Enicomium Demosthenis) affirmes, he neuer drunke but water in any of his Compositions.
Lucian is absurde, he knew nothing: I will beleeue my owne Trauels, before all the Lucians of Europe; he doth feed you with fictions, and leasings.
Indeed (I thinke) next a Traueller he do's prettily well.
I assure you it was Wine, I haue tasted it, and from the hand of an Italian Antiquary, who deriues it authentical∣ly from the Duke of Ferrara's Bottles. How name you the Gentleman you are in ranke with there, Sir?
Tis Asotus, sonne to the late deceased Philargyrus the Cittizen.