FIRST PILGRIM. Here 's a strange turn of state! who would have thought So great a lady would have match'd herself Unto so mean a person? Yet the cardinal Bears himself much too cruel. SECOND PILGRIM. They are banish'd. FIRST PILGRIM. But I would ask what power hath this state Of Ancona to determine of a free prince? SECOND PILGRIM. They are a free state, sir, and her brother show'd How that the Pope, fore-hearing of her looseness, Hath seiz'd into th' protection of the church The dukedom which she held as dowager. FIRST PILGRIM. But by what justice? SECOND PILGRIM. Sure, I think by none, Only her brother's instigation. FIRST PILGRIM. What was it with such violence he took Off from her finger? SECOND PILGRIM. 'Twas her wedding-ring; Which he vow'd shortly he would sacrifice To his revenge. FIRST PILGRIM. Alas, Antonio! If that a man be thrust into a well, No matter who sets hand to 't, his own weight Will bring him sooner to th' bottom. Come, let 's hence. Fortune makes this conclusion general, All things do help th' unhappy man to fall. Exeunt. Scene V[95] [Enter] DUCHESS, ANTONIO, Children, CARIOLA, and Servants DUCHESS. Banish'd Ancona! ANTONIO. Yes, you see what power Lightens in great men's breath. DUCHESS. Is all our train Shrunk to this poor remainder? ANTONIO. These poor men Which have got little in your service, vow To take your fortune: but your wiser buntings,[96] Now they are fledg'd, are gone. DUCHESS. They have done wisely. This puts me in mind of death: physicians thus, With their hands full of money, use to give o'er Their patients. ANTONIO. Right the fashion of the world: ]From decay'd fortunes every flatterer shrinks; Men cease to build where the foundation sinks. DUCHESS. I had a very strange dream to-night. ANTONIO. What was 't? DUCHESS. Methought I wore my coronet of state, And on a sudden all the diamonds Were chang'd to pearls. ANTONIO. My interpretation Is, you 'll weep shortly; for to me the pearls Do signify your tears. DUCHESS. The birds that live i' th' field On the wild benefit of nature live Happier than we; for they may choose their mates, And carol their sweet pleasures to the spring. [Enter BOSOLA with a letter] BOSOLA. You are happily o'erta'en. DUCHESS. From my brother? BOSOLA. Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand your brother All love and safety.