FOURTH OFFICER. You would have had more money. FIRST OFFICER. He stopped his ears with black wool, and to those came to him for money said he was thick of hearing. SECOND OFFICER. Some said he was an hermaphrodite, for he could not abide a woman. FOURTH OFFICER. How scurvy proud he would look when the treasury was full! Well, let him go. FIRST OFFICER. Yes, and the chippings of the buttery fly after him, to scour his gold chain.[84] DUCHESS. Leave us. Exeunt [Officers.] What do you think of these? BOSOLA. That these are rogues that in 's prosperity, But to have waited on his fortune, could have wish'd His dirty stirrup riveted through their noses, And follow'd after 's mule, like a bear in a ring; Would have prostituted their daughters to his lust; Made their first-born intelligencers;[85] thought none happy But such as were born under his blest planet, And wore his livery: and do these lice drop off now? Well, never look to have the like again: He hath left a sort[86] of flattering rogues behind him; Their doom must follow. Princes pay flatterers In their own money: flatterers dissemble their vices, And they dissemble their lies; that 's justice. Alas, poor gentleman! DUCHESS. Poor! he hath amply fill'd his coffers. BOSOLA. Sure, he was too honest. Pluto,[87] the god of riches, When he 's sent by Jupiter to any man, He goes limping, to signify that wealth That comes on God's name comes slowly; but when he's sent On the devil's errand, he rides post and comes in by scuttles.[88] Let me show you what a most unvalu'd jewel You have in a wanton humour thrown away, To bless the man shall find him. He was an excellent Courtier and most faithful; a soldier that thought it As beastly to know his own value too little As devilish to acknowledge it too much. Both his virtue and form deserv'd a far better fortune: His discourse rather delighted to judge itself than show itself: His breast was fill'd with all perfection, And yet it seemed a private whisp'ring-room, It made so little noise of 't. DUCHESS. But he was basely descended. BOSOLA. Will you make yourself a mercenary herald, Rather to examine men's pedigrees than virtues? You shall want[89] him: For know an honest statesman to a prince Is like a cedar planted by a spring; The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree Rewards it with his shadow: you have not done so. I would sooner swim to the Bermoothes on Two politicians' rotten bladders, tied Together with an intelligencer's heart-string, Than depend on so changeable a prince's favour. Fare thee well, Antonio! Since the malice of the world Would needs down with thee, it cannot be said yet That any ill happen'd unto thee, considering thy fall Was accompanied with virtue. DUCHESS. O, you render me excellent music! BOSOLA. Say you?