the Dutchesse of Malfy.
I meane to follow thee.
Bos.
Let me thinke:
I would wish your Grace, to faigne a Pilgrimage
To our Lady of Loretto, (scarce seaven leagues
From faire Ancona) so may you depart
Your Country, with more honour, and your flight
Will seeme a Princely progresse, retaining
Your usuall traine about you.
Duch.
Sir, your direction
Shall lead me, by the hand.
Car.
In my opinion,
She were better progresse to the bathes
At Leuca, or go visit the Spaw
In Germany, for (if you will beleeve me)
I do not like this jesting with religion,
This faigned Pilgrimage.
Duch.
Thou art a superstitious foole,
Prepare us instantly for our departure:
Past sorrowes, let us moderately lament them,
For those to come, seeke wisely, to prevent them. Exit.
Bos.
A Polititian is the divells quilted anvell,
He fashions all sinnes on him, and the blowes
Are never heard, he may worke in a Ladies Chamber,
(As here for proofe) what rests, but I reveale
All to my Lord? oh, this base quality
Of Intelligencer? why, every Quality i'th'world
Preferres but gaine, or commendation:
Now for this act, I am certaine to be rais'd,
"And men that paint weedes, (to the life) are prais'd. Exit.
SCENA III.
Cardinall, Ferdinand, Mallateste, Pescara, Silvio,
Delio, Bosola.
Card.
Must we turne Souldier then?
Mal.
The Emperour,
Hearing
