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_.

SCAENA TERTIA.

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[287], and two censers
with incense[288], 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[289] 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[290]; whence the proverb
springs, He smelleth best, that doth of nothing smell.

SCAENA QUARTA.

_The Bench and_ OLFACTUS, _as before_. TOBACCO, _apparelled in