filthy delights and enticements, and
'tis not easily told what inconveniences come by it, what scurrile talk,
obscene actions," and many times such monstrous gestures, such lascivious
motions, such wanton tunes, meretricious kisses, homely embracings.

[5144] ------"(ut Gaditana canoro
Incipiat prurire choro, plausuque probatae
Ad terram tremula descendant clune puellae,
Irritamentum Veneris languentis)"------

that it will make the spectators mad. When that epitomiser of [5145]Trogus
had to the full described and set out King Ptolemy's riot as a chief engine
and instrument of his overthrow, he adds, _tympanum et tripudium_, fiddling
and dancing: "the king was not a spectator only, but a principal actor
himself." A thing nevertheless frequently used, and part of a gentlewoman's
bringing up, to sing, dance, and play on the lute, or some such instrument,
before she can say her paternoster, or ten commandments. 'Tis the next way
their parents think to get them husbands, they are compelled to learn, and
by that means, [5146]_Incoestos amores de tenero meditantur ungue_; 'tis a
great allurement as it is often used, and many are undone by it. Thais, in
Lucian, inveigled Lamprias in a dance, Herodias so far pleased Herod, that
she made him swear to give her what she would ask, John Baptist's head in a
platter. [5147]Robert, Duke of Normandy, riding by Falais, spied Arlette, a
fair maid, as she danced on a green, and was so much enamoured with the
object, that [5148]she must needs lie with her that night. Owen Tudor won
Queen Catherine's affection in. a dance, falling by chance with his head in
her lap. Who cannot parallel these stories out of his experience?
Speusippas a noble gallant in [5149]that Greek Aristenaetus, seeing
Panareta a fair young gentlewoman dancing by accident, was so far in love
with her, that for a long time after he could think of nothing but
Panareta: he came raving home full of Panareta: "Who would not admire her,
who would not love her, that should but see her dance as I did? O
admirable, O divine Panareta! I have seen old and new Rome, many fair
cities, many proper women, but never any like to Panareta, they are dross,
dowdies all to Panareta! O how she danced, how she tripped, how she turned,
with what a grace! happy is that man that shall enjoy her. O most
incomparable, only, Panareta!" When Xenophon, in _Symposio_, or Banquet,
had discoursed of love, and used all the engine