[_Enter_] SYLVIUS, PERIM, MILO, TRICO, [_and_] MANES. [DIOGENES _in his
tub_.][940]
_Syl._ I have brought my sons, Diogenes, to be taught of thee.
_Diog._ What can thy sonnes do?
_Syl._ You shall see their qualities. Dance, sirha!
_Then Perim danceth._
How like you this? Doth he well?
_Diog._ The better, the worser.[941] 5
_Syl._ The musicke very good.
_Diog._ The musitions very bad, who onely study to have their
strings in tune, never framing their manners to order.
_Syl._ Now shall you see the other. Tumble, sirha!
_Milo tumbleth._
How like you this? Why do you laugh? 10
_Diog._ To see a wagge that was borne to breake his neck by
destinie to practise it by art.
_Milo._ This dogge will bite me; I will not be with him.
_Diog._ Feare not boy; dogges eate no thistles.
_Perim._ I marvell what dogge thou art, if thou be a dogge. 15
_Diog._ When I am hungry, a mastife; and when my belly is full, a
spannell.
_Syl._ Dost thou beleeve[942] that there are any gods, that thou art
so dogged?
_Diog._ I must needs beleeve there are gods, for I thinke thee an 20
enemie to them.
_Syl._ Why so?
_Diog._ Because thou hast taught one of thy sonnes to rule his legges
and not to follow learning, the other to bend his bodie every way and
his minde no way. 25
_Perim._ Thou doest nothing but snarle and barke, like a dogge.
_Diog._ It is the next[943] way to drive away a theefe.
_Syl._ Now shall you heare the third, who sings like a nightingale.
_Diog._ I care not; for I have a nightingale to sing[944] her selfe.
_Syl._ Sing, sirha! 30
TRYCO _singeth_.