...s guest, he kept a feast the space Of twyce fyve dayes and twyce fyve nyghts togither in that place. And now th'eleventh tyme Lucifer had mustred in the sky The heavenly host, when Midas commes to Lydia jocundly And yeeldes the old Silenus to his fosterchyld. He, glad That he his fosterfather had eftsoones recovered, bad King Midas ask him what he would. Right glad of that was hee, But not a w...