The skilful builder wisely hath enrang’d
An entry from each port with curious twines
And crook’d meanders, like the labyrinth
That Daedalus fram’d t’enclose the Minotaur;
At th’end whereof is plac’d a costly portal,
Resembling much the figure of a drum,
Granting slow entrance to a private closet.
Where daily, with a mallet in my hand,
I set and frame all words and sounds that come
Upon an anvil, and so make them fit
For the periwinkling porch, that winding leads
From my close chamber to your lordship’s cell.
Thither do I, chief justice of all accents,
Psyche’s next porter, Microcosm’s front,
Learning’s rich treasure, bring discipline,
Reason’s discourse, knowledge of foreign states,
Loud fame of great heroes’ virtuous deeds;
The marrow of grave speeches, and the flowers
Of quickest wits, neat jests, and pure conceits;
And oftentimes, to ease the heavy burthen
Of government your lordship’s shoulders bear,
I thither do conduce the pleasing nuptials
Of sweetest instruments with heavenly noise.
If then Auditus have deserv’d the best,
Let him be dignified before the rest.
COM. SEN. Auditus, I am almost a sceptic in this matter, scarce knowing which way the balance of the cause will decline. When I have heard the rest, I will despatch judgment; meanwhile, you may depart.
[AUDITUS leads his show about the stage, and then goes out.
COMMUNIS SENSUS, MEMORIA, PHANTASTES, ANAMNESTES, HEURESIS, as before; OLFACTUS in a garment of several flowers, a page before him, bearing his target, his field Vert, a hound Argent, two boys with casting-bottles, and two censers with incense, another with a velvet cushion stuck with flowers, another with a basket of herbs, another with a box of ointment. OLFACTUS leads them about, and, making obeisance, presents them before the Bench.
1ST BOY. Your only way to make a good pomander is this:—Take an ounce of the purest garden mould, cleansed and steeped seven days in change of motherless rosewater; then take the best ladanum, benzoine, both storaxes, ambergris, civet, and musk: incorporate them together, and work them into what form you please. This, if your breath be not too valiant, will make you smell as sweet as my lady’s dog.
PHA. This boy, it should seem, represents Odour, he is so perfect a perfumer.
ODOUR. I do, my lord, and have at my command
The smell of flowers and odoriferous drugs,
Of ointments sweet and excellent perfumes,
And courtlike waters, which if once you smell,
You in your heart would wish, as I suppose,
That all your body were transform’d to nose.
PHA. Olfactus, of all the Senses, your objects have the worst luck; they are always jarring with their contraries; for none can wear civet, but they are suspected of a proper bad scent; whence the proverb springs, He smelleth best, that doth of nothing smell.