+Des.+ I thank the duke; he has a right soul. But, prythee, no more of these sad consolations; They hang upon my heart like pond'rous weights At trembling wires; or like the dull labourings Of that clock, which groan'd out our dear father's Fatal minute. +De C.+ I have done. +Des.+ I could chide this tame and phlegmy vapour From my blood. Our passions melt into soft Murmurs, like hollow springs: The manhood of cold hinds would not be tempted To this sense, but leap with rage into their eyes; Brother, it would; and wake 'em into tempests. A wretched fly would show its spleen. +De C.+ This anger will but show men, where you bleed, And keep the wound still green. +Des.+ The scar will stick for ever. O, the dark hypocrisy and juggling of our times! Great men are slaves to slaves; and we are theirs: The law's a tame wolf cowards and fools May stroke with giving hands: while he shall Couchant lie, and wag the tail; but show His fangs at you and I. A noble wish Is dangerous: is't not, my lord? +Pir.+ What, Dessandro? +Des.+ The vulgar's a kennel of black-mouth'd dogs, That worry men's deserts and fame: my curse Fester in their temples! +De C.+ Prythee, Dessandro, collect these scatter'd thoughts. +Des.+ I'll hollow them through all the world, and say't Again. Worth and honour now are crimes, and giants 'Gainst the state. My lords, shall's be merry, And talk something the hangman may thank Us for? +Pir.+ Treason? I vow, Dessandro, I speak the worst _Ex tempore_ of any man living. +Samp.+ I could mutter it well enough; but I'm to marry A city widow, and buy a place at court. +Pir.+ When I have sold my land, we'll venture on A merry catch, and ever subscribe your servant, Noble Dessandro. +Des.+ I shall find a time and place to pay your lordship The accompt of my engagements. +De C.+ Brother, my attendance calls me to the king; I'll wait upon your lordship, if y'are for the court. +Pir.+ Your lordship's servant thither. [_Exeunt._