OLD LADY. I am in haste, sir. BOSOLA. There was a young waiting-woman had a monstrous desire to see the glass-house---- OLD LADY. Nay, pray, let me go. I will hear no more of the glass-house. You are still[47] 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 posterns presently, and call All the officers o' th' court. GRISOLAN. I shall instantly. [Exit.] ANTONIO. Who keeps the key o' th' park-gate? RODERIGO. Forobosco. ANTONIO. Let him bring 't presently. [Re-enter 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' bed-chamber---- 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, We have lost much plate, you know; and but this evening Jewels, to the value of four thousand ducats, Are missing in the duchess' cabinet. Are the gates shut? SERVANT. Yes. ANTONIO. 'Tis the duchess' pleasure Each officer be lock'd into his chamber Till the sun-rising; and to send the keys Of all their chests and of their outward doors Into her bed-chamber. She is very sick. RODERIGO. At her pleasure. ANTONIO. She entreats you take 't not ill: the innocent Shall be the more approv'd by it. BOSOLA. Gentlemen o' the wood-yard, where 's your Switzer now?