Act 2
Scene II
A hall in the same palace.
| Enter Bosala and Old Lady. | |
| Bosola | So, so, there’s no question but her techinessirritability or readiness to take offence42 and most vulturous eating of the apricocks are apparent signs of breeding, now? |
| Old Lady | I am in haste, sir. |
| Bosola | There was a young waiting-woman had a monstrous desire to see the glasshouse— |
| Old Lady | Nay, pray, let me go. I will hear no more of the glasshouse. You are still43 abusing women! |
| Bosola | Who, I? No; only, by the way now and then, mention your frailties. The orange-tree bears ripe and green fruit and blossoms all together; and some of you give entertainment for pure love, but more for more precious reward. The lusty spring smells well; but drooping autumn tastes well. If we have the same golden showers that rained in the time of Jupiter the thunderer, you have the same Danaes still, to hold up their laps to receive them. Didst thou never study the mathematics? |
| Old Lady | What’s that, sir? |
| Bosola | Why, to know the trick how to make a many lines meet in one centre. Go, go, give your foster-daughters good counsel: tell them, that the devil takes delight to hang at a woman’s girdle, like a false rusty watch, that she cannot discern how the time passes. |
| Exit Old Lady. | |
| Enter Antonio, Roderigo, and Grisolan. | |
| Antonio |
Shut up the court-gates. |
| Roderigo |
Why, sir? What’s the danger? |
| Antonio |
Shut up the posternssmall side or back gates presently, and call
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| Grisolan |
I shall instantly. |
| Exit. | |
| Antonio |
Who keeps the key o’ th’ park-gate? |
| Roderigo |
Forobosco. |
| Antonio |
Let him bring’t presently. |
| Reenter Grisolan with Servants. | |
| First Servant | O, gentleman o’ th’ court, the foulest treason! |
| Bosola | Aside. If that these apricocks should be poison’d now, Without my knowledge? |
| First Servant | There was taken even now a Switzer in the duchess’ bedchamber— |
| Second Servant | A Switzer! |
| First Servant | With a pistol— |
| Second Servant | There was a cunning traitor! |
| First Servant | And all the moulds of his buttons were leaden bullets. |
| Second Servant | O wicked cannibal! |
| First Servant | ’Twas a French plot, upon my life. |
| Second Servant | To see what the devil can do! |
| Antonio | Are all the officers here? |
| Servants | We are. |
| Antonio |
Gentlemen,
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| Servant |
Yes. |
| Antonio |
’Tis the duchess’ pleasure
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| Roderigo |
At her pleasure. |
| Antonio |
She entreats you take’t not ill: the innocent
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| Bosola | Gentlemen o’ the wood-yard, where’s your Switzer now? |
| First Servant | By this hand, ’twas credibly reported by one o’ the black guard.44 |
| Exeunt all except Antonio and Delio. | |
| Delio |
How fares it with the duchess? |
| Antonio |
She’s expos’d
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| Delio |
Speak to her all happy comfort. |
| Antonio |
How I do play the fool with mine own danger!
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| Delio |
Do not doubt me. |
| Antonio |
O, ’tis far from me: and yet fear presents me
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| Delio |
Believe it,
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| Exit. | |
| Enter Cariola. | |
| Cariola |
Sir, you are the happy father of a son:
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| Antonio |
Blessed comfort!—
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| Exeunt. |