I knew this fellow seven years in the galleys
For a notorious murder; and ’twas thought
The cardinal suborn’d it: he was releas’d
By the French general, Gaston de Foix,
When he recover’d Naples.
’Tis great pity
He should be thus neglected: I have heard
He’s very valiant. This foul melancholy
Will poison all his goodness; for, I’ll tell you,
If too immoderate sleep be truly said
To be an inward rust unto the soul,
If then doth follow want of action
Breeds all black malcontents; and their close rearing,
Like moths in cloth, do hurt for want of wearing.
Scene II
The same.
Antonio, Delio. Enter Silvio, Castruccio, Julia, Roderigo and Grisolan. | |
Delio |
The presence ’gins to fill: you promis’d me |
Antonio |
The lord cardinal’s |
Enter Ferdinand and Attendants. | |
Ferdinand | Who took the ring oftenest?3 |
Silvio | Antonio Bologna, my lord. |
Ferdinand | Our sister duchess’ great-master of her household? Give him the jewel.—When shall we leave this sportive action, and fall to action indeed? |
Castruccio | Methinks, my lord, you should not desire to go to war in person. |
Ferdinand | Now for some gravity.—Why, my lord? |
Castruccio | It is fitting a soldier arise to be a prince, but not necessary a prince descend to be a captain. |
Ferdinand | No? |
Castruccio | No, my lord; he were far better do it by a deputy. |
Ferdinand | Why should he not as well sleep or eat by a deputy? This might take idle, offensive, and base office from him, whereas the other deprives him of honour. |
Castruccio | Believe my experience, that realm is never long in quiet where the ruler is a soldier. |
Ferdinand | Thou toldest me thy wife could not endure fighting. |
Castruccio | True, my lord. |
Ferdinand | And of a jest she broke of4 a captain she met full of wounds: I have forgot it. |
Castruccio | She told him, my lord, he was a pitiful fellow, to lie, like the children of Ismael, all in tents.5 |
Ferdinand | Why, there’s a wit were able to undo all the chirurgeons6 o’ the city; for although gallants should quarrel, and had drawn their weapons, and were ready to go to it, yet her persuasions would make them put up. |
Castruccio | That she would, my lord.—How do you like my Spanish gennet?7 |
Roderigo | He is all fire. |
Ferdinand | I am of Pliny’s opinion, I think he was begot by the wind; he runs as if he were ballass’d8 with quicksilver. |
Silvio | True, my lord, he reels from the tilt often. |
Roderigo | Ha, ha, ha! |
Grisolan | |
Ferdinand | Why do you laugh? Methinks you that are courtiers should be my touchwood, take fire when I give fire; that is, laugh when I laugh, were the subject never so witty. |
Castruccio | True, my lord: I myself have heard a very good jest, and have scorn’d to seem to have so silly a wit as to understand it. |
Ferdinand | But I can laugh at your fool, my lord. |
Castruccio | He cannot speak, you know, but he makes faces; my lady cannot abide him. |
Ferdinand | No? |
Castruccio | Nor endure to be in merry company; for she says too much laughing, and too much company, fills her too full of the wrinkle. |
Ferdinand | I would, then, have a mathematical instrument made for her face, that she might not laugh out of compass.—I shall shortly visit you at Milan, Lord Silvio. |
Silvio | Your grace shall arrive most welcome. |
Ferdinand | You are a good horseman, Antonio; you have excellent riders in France: what do you think of good horsemanship? |
Antonio | Nobly, my lord: as out of the Grecian horse issued many famous princes, so out of brave horsemanship arise the first sparks of growing resolution, that raise the mind to noble action. |
Ferdinand | You have bespoke it worthily. |
Silvio | Your brother, the lord cardinal, and sister duchess. |
Enter Cardinal, with Duchess and Cariola. | |
Cardinal |
Are the galleys come about? |
Grisolan |
They are, my lord. |
Ferdinand | Here’s the Lord Silvio is come to take his leave. |
Delio |
Now, sir, your promise: what’s that cardinal? |
Antonio | Some such flashes superficially hang on him for form; but observe his inward character: he is a melancholy churchman. The spring in his face is nothing but the engend’ring of toads; where he is jealous of any man, he lays worse plots for them than ever was impos’d on Hercules, for he strews in his way flatterers, panders, intelligencers, atheists, and a thousand such political monsters. He |