the Dutchesse of Malfy.
Bos.
What doe you intend to doe?
Ferd.
Can you ghesse?
Bos.
No:
Ferd.
Doe not aske then:
He that can compasse me, and know my drifts,
May say he hath put a girdle 'bout the world,
And sounded all her quick-sands.
Bos.
I doe not
Thinke so.
Ferd.
What doe you thinke then? pray?
Bos.
That you are
Your owne Chronicle too much: and grosly
Flatter your selfe.
Ferd.
Give me thy hand, I thanke thee:
I never gave Pention but to flatterers,
Till I entertained thee: farewell,
That Friend a Great mans ruine strongely checks,
Who railes into his beliefe, all his defects. Exeunt.
SCENA II.
Dutchess, Antonio, Cariola, Ferdinand, Bosola, Officers.
Dutch.
Bring me the Casket hither, and the Glasse;
You get no lodging here, to night (my Lord.)
Ant.
Indeed, I must perswade one:
Duch.
Very good:
I hope in time 'twill grow into a custome,
That Noble men shall come with cap, and knee,
To purchase a nights lodging, of their wives.
Ant.
I must lye here.
Dutch.
Must? you are a Lord of Misse-rule.
Ant.
Indeed, my Rule is onely in the night.
Dutch.
To what use will you put me,
Ant.
Wee'll sleepe together:
Dutch.
Alas, what pleasure can two Lovers find in sleepe?
Car.
My Lord, I lye with her often: and I know
Ant. She'll
