Love for Love
VALENTINE in his chamber reading. JEREMY waiting.
Several books upon the table.
VAL. Here, take away. I'll walk a turn and digest what I have read.
JERE. You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper diet. [Aside, and taking away the
VAL. And d'ye hear, go you to breakfast. There's a page doubled down in
Epictetus, that is a feast for an emperor.
JERE. Was Epictetus a real cook, or did he only write receipts?
VAL. Read, read, sirrah, and refine your appetite; learn to live upon instruction;
feast your mind and mortify your flesh; read, and take your nourishment in at
your eyes; shut up your mouth, and chew the cud of understanding. So Epictetus
JERE. O Lord! I have heard much of him, when I waited upon a gentleman at
Cambridge. Pray what was that Epictetus?
VAL. A very rich man.--Not worth a groat.
JERE. Humph, and so he has made a very fine feast, where there is nothing to
JERE. Sir, you're a gentleman, and probably understand this fine feeding: but if
you please, I had rather be at board wages. Does your Epictetus, or your Seneca
here, or any of these poor rich rogues, teach you how to pay your debts without
money? Will they shut up the mouths of your creditors? Will Plato be bail for you?
Or Diogenes, because he understands confinement, and lived in a tub, go to
prison for you? 'Slife, sir, what do you mean, to mew yourself up here with three
or four musty books, in commendation of starving and poverty?