the Dutchesse of Malfy.
He is indeede a guarded sumpter-cloath
Onely for the remoove of the Court.
Pes.
Bosola arriv'd? what should be the businesse?
Some falling out amongst the Cardinalls.
These factions amongst great men, they are like
Foxes, when their heads are divided
They carry fire in their tails, and all the Country
About them, goes to wracke for't.
Sil.
What's that Bosola?
Del.
I knew him in Padua, a fantasticall scholler,
Like such, who studdy how many knots was in
Hercules club, of what colour Achilles beard was,
Or whether Hector were not troubled with the tooth-ach,
He hath studdied himselfe halfe blear-ei'd, to know the
True semmitry of Cæsars nose by a shooing-horne, and this
He did to gaine the name of a speculative man.
Pes.
Mark Prince Ferdinand,
A very Salamander lives in's eye,
To mocke the eager violence of fire.
Sil.
That Cardinall hath made more bad faces with his oppression
Then ever Michael Angelo made good ones,
He lifts up 's nose, like a fowle Por-pisse before a storme,
Pes.
The Lord Ferdinand laughs.
Del.
Like a deadly Cannon,
That lightens ere it smoakes.
Pes.
These are your true pangues of death,
The pangues of life, that strugle with great states-men,
Del.
In such a deformed silence, witches whisper their charmes.
Card.
Doth she make religion her riding hood
To keepe her from the sun, and tempest?
Ferd.
That: that damnes her: Me thinkes her fault, and
Beauty blended together, shew like leaprosie
The whiter, the fowler: I make it a question
Whether her beggarly brats were ever christned.
Card.
I will instantly sollicite the state of Ancona
To have them banish'd.
Ferd. You are for Loretto?
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