SCENE V.

Pau. When is the Inauguration? Lic. Why to morrow. Paul. 'Twill be short time. Lic. Any device that's handsome, A Cupid, or the God o'th' place will do it, Where he must take the Fasces. Pau. Or a Grace. Lic. A good Grace has no fellow. Pau. Let me see, Will not his name yield something? Maximus By th' way of Anagram? I have found out Axis, You know he bears the Empire. Lic. Get him wheels too, 'Twill be a cruel carriage else. Pau. Some songs too. Lic. By any means some songs: but very short ones, And honest language Paulus, without bursting, The air will fall the sweeter. Pau. A Grace must do it. Lic. Why let a Grace then. Pau. Yes it must be so; And in a Robe of blew too, as I take it. Lic. This Poet is a little kin to th' Painter That could paint nothing but a ramping Lion, So all his learned fancies are blew Graces. Pau. What think ye of a Sea-nymph, and a Heaven? Lic. Why what should she do there man? there's no water. Pau. That's true, it must be a Grace, and yet Me thinks a Rain bow. Lic. And in blew. Pa[u]. Oh yes; Hanging in arch above him, and i'th' midle— Lic. A showre of Rain. Pau. No, no, it must be a Grace. Lic. Why prethee Grace him then. Pa[u]. Or Orpheus, Coming from Hell. Lic. In blew too. Pau. 'Tis the better; And as he rises, full of fires. Lic. Now bless us, Will not that spoil his Lutestrings, Paulus? Pau. Singing, And crossing of his arms. Lic. How can he play then? Pau. It shall be a Grace, I'le do it. Lic. Prethee do, And with as good a grace as thou canst possible; Good fury Paulus, be i'th' morning with me, And pray take measure of his mouth that speaks it. [Exeunt.