Ben Jonson - The Poetaster Act 4. Scene 5 lyrics

A Street before the Palace. Enter TUCCA, CRISPINUS, and PYRGUS. Tuc. What's become of my little punk, Venus, and the poultfoot stinkard, her husband, ha? Cris. O; they are rid home in the coach, as fast as the wheels can run. Tuc. God Jupiter is banished, I hear, and his co*katrice Juno lock'd up. 'Heart, an all the poetry in Parna**us get me to be a player again, I'll sell 'em my share for a sesterce. But this is Humours, Horace, that goat-footed envious slave; he's turn'd fawn now; an informer, the rogue! 'tis he has betray'd us all. Did you not see him with the emperor crouching? Cris. Yes. Tuc. Well, follow me. Thou shalt libel, and I'll cudgel the rascal. Boy, provide me a truncheon. Revenge shall gratulate him, tam Marti, quam Mercurio. Pyr. Ay, but master, take heed how you give this out; Horace is a man of the sword. Cris. 'Tis true, in troth; they say he's valiant. [Horace pa**es over the stage. Tuc. Valiant? so is mine a—. Gods and fiends! I'll blow him into air when I meet him next: he dares not fight with a puck-fist. Pyr. Master, he comes! Tuc. Where? Jupiter save thee, my good poet, my noble prophet, my little fat Horace.—I scorn to beat the rogue in the court; and I saluted him thus fair, because he should suspect nothing, the rascal. Come, we'll go see how far forward our journeyman is toward the untrussing of him. [Exeunt.