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ACT. 5. SCENA. 6.
VISUS. APPETITUS. MENDACIO.
VIS.
O that I could but find the villain Outis, Outis the villain that thus blinded me.
MEN.
Who is this, Visus?
AP.
I, I, I, otherwise called Polyphemus.
VIS.
By heavens bright Sun, the days most glorious eye,
That lightneth all the world but Polypheme,
And by mine eye that once was answerable
Unto that Sun, but now's extinguished.
MEN.
He can see to swear methinks.
VIS.
If I but once lay hands upon the slave,
That thus hath rob'd me of my dearest Jewel,
Ile rend the Miscreant into a thousand pieces,
And gnash his trembling members 'twixt my teeth,
Drinking his live-warm blood to satisfie
The boyling thirst of pain and furiousnesse,
That thus exasperates great Polypheme.
MEN.
'Pray thee Appetitus see how he grasps for that he would be loth to find.
AP.
What's that, a stumbling-block?
VIS.
These hands that whilom tore up sturdy Oaks,
And rent the rock that dasht out Acis brains,
Both in the stole blisse of my Galatea,
Serve now (oh misery) to no better use,