DELIO.  You are welcome to your country, dear Antonio;

        You have been long in France, and you return

        A very formal Frenchman in your habit:

        How do you like the French court?

        ANTONIO.                          I admire it:

        In seeking to reduce both state and people

        To a fix'd order, their judicious king

        Begins at home; quits first his royal palace

        Of flattering sycophants, of dissolute

        And infamous persons, – which he sweetly terms

        His master's master-piece, the work of heaven;

        Considering duly that a prince's court

        Is like a common fountain, whence should flow

        Pure silver drops in general, but if 't chance

        Some curs'd example poison 't near the head,

        Death and diseases through the whole land spread.

        And what is 't makes this blessed government

        But a most provident council, who dare freely

        Inform him the corruption of the times?

        Though some o' the court hold it presumption

        To instruct princes what they ought to do,

        It is a noble duty to inform them

        What they ought to foresee.2– Here comes Bosola,

        The only court-gall; yet I observe his railing

        Is not for simple love of piety:

        Indeed, he rails at those things which he wants;

        Would be as lecherous, covetous, or proud,

        Bloody, or envious, as any man,

        If he had means to be so. – Here's the cardinal.

        BOSOLA.  I do haunt you still.

        CARDINAL.  So.

      BOSOLA. I have done you better service than to be slighted thus.

      Miserable age, where only the reward of doing well is the doing

      of it!

        CARDINAL.  You enforce your merit too much.

      BOSOLA. I fell into the galleys in your service: where, for two

      years together, I wore two towels instead of a shirt, with a knot

      on the shoulder, after the fashion of a Roman mantle. Slighted thus!

      I will thrive some way. Black-birds fatten best in hard weather;

      why not I in these dog-days?

        CARDINAL.  Would you could become honest!

      BOSOLA. With all your divinity do but direct me the way to it.

      I have known many travel far for it, and yet return as arrant knaves

      as they went forth, because they carried themselves always along with

      them. [Exit CARDINAL.] Are you gone? Some fellows, they say,

      are possessed with the devil, but this great fellow were able

      to possess the greatest devil, and make him worse.

        ANTONIO.  He hath denied thee some suit?

      BOSOLA. He and his brother are like plum-trees that grow crooked

      over standing-pools; they are rich and o'erladen with fruit, but none

      but crows, pies, and caterpillars feed on them. Could I be one

      of their flattering panders, I would hang on their ears like a

      horseleech, till I were full, and then drop off. I pray, leave me.

      Who would rely upon these miserable dependencies, in expectation

      to be advanc'd to-morrow? What creature ever fed worse than hoping

      Tantalus? Nor ever died any man more fearfully than he that hoped

      for a pardon. There are rewards for hawks and dogs when they have

      done us service; but for a soldier that hazards his limbs in a

      battle, nothing but a kind of geometry is his last supportation.

        DELIO.  Geometry?

      BOSOLA. Ay, to hang in a fair pair of slings, take his latter swing

      in the world upon an honourable pair of crutches, from hospital

      to hospital. Fare ye well, sir: and yet do not you scorn us;

      for places in the court are but like beds in