We Princes do use, to preferre many for nothing, and to take particular and free knowledg[e], almost in the nature of acquaintance of many; whom we do use only for our pleasures, and [d]o give largely to numbers; more out of policy to be thought liberal, and by that means to make the people strive to deserve our Love; than to reward any particular desert of theirs, to whom we give: and do suffer our selves to hear flatterers, more for recreation Than for love of it, though we seldom hate it: And yet we know all these, and when we please, Can touch the wheel, and turn their names about. _Luc._ I wonder they that know their states so well, should fancy such base slaves. _Duke._ Thou wond'rest _Lucio_, Dost not thou think, if thou wert Duke of _Milan_, Thou should'st be flattered? _Luc._ I know my Lord, I would not. _Duke._ Why so, I thought till I was Duke, I thought I should have left me no more flatterers, than there are now Plain-dealers; and yet for all this my resolution, I am most palpably flattered: the poor man may loath covetousness and flattery, but fortune will alter the mind when the wind turns: there may be well a little conflict, but it will drive the billows before it. _Arrigo_ it grows late, for see, fair _Thetis_ hath undone the barrs To _Phebus_ team; and his unrival'd light, Hath cha[s]'d the mornings modest blush away: Now must we to our love, bright _Paphian_ Queen; Thou _Cytherean_ goddess, that delights In stirring glances, and art still thy self, More toying than thy team of Sparrows be; Thou laughing _Errecina_, oh inspire Her heart with love, or lessen my desire. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Lazarillo _and his boy_. _Laz._ Go run, search, pry in every nook and angle of the Kitchins, Larders, and Pasteries, know what meat's boil'd, bak'd, rost, stew'd, fri'd, or sous'd, at this dinner to be serv'd directly, or indirectly, to every several Table in the Court, be gone. _Boy._ I run, but not so fast as your mouth will do upon the stroke of Eleven. [_Exit Boy._ _Laz._ What an excellent thing did God bestow upon man, when he [did give] him a good stomach! what unbounded graces there are pour'd upon them that have the continual command of the very best of these blessings! 'tis an excellent thing to be a Prince; he is serv'd with such admirable variety of Fare; such innumerable choice of Delicates; his Tables are full fraught with most nourishing food, and his Cubbards heavy laden with rich Wines; his Court is still filled with most [pleasing varieties]: In the Summer, his Palace is full of Green Geese; and in Winter it [swarmeth] Woodcocks,