_Ador._ I will move him.--Sir! _Ful._ If you've a suit, show water[133], I am blind else. _Ador._ A suit; yet of a nature not to prove The quarry[134] that you hawk for: if your words Are not like Indian wares, and every scruple To be weigh'd and rated, one poor syllable, Vouchsafed in answer of a fair demand, Cannot deserve a fee. _Ful._ It seems you are ignorant, I neither speak nor hold my peace for nothing; And yet, for once, I care not if I answer One single question, gratis. _Ador._ I much thank you. Hath the ambassador audience, sir, to-day? _Ful._ Yes. _Ador._ At what hour? _Ful._ I promised not so much. A syllable you begg'd, my charity gave it; Move me no further. [_Exit._ _Ast._ This you wonder at: With me, 'tis usual. _Ador._ Pray you, sir, what is he? _Ast._ No gentleman, yet a lord. He hath some drops Of the king's blood running in his veins, derived Some ten degrees off. His revenue lies In a narrow compass, the king's ear; and yields him Every hour a fruitful harvest. Men may talk Of three crops in a year in the Fortunate Islands, Or profit made by wool; but, while there are suitors, His sheepshearing, nay, shaving to the quick, Is in every quarter of the moon, and constant. In the time of trussing a point,[135] he can undo, Or make a man: his play or recreation, Is to raise this up, or pull down that; and, though He never yet took orders, makes more bishops In Sicily, than the pope himself. _Enter_ BERTOLDO, GASPARO, ANTONIO, _and a Servant_. _Ador._ Most strange! _Ast._ The presence fills. He in the Malta habit[136] Is the king's natural brother. _Ador._ I understand you. _Bert._ With this jewel Presented to Camiola, prepare, This night, a visit for me. [_Exit Servant._] I shall have Your company, gallants, I perceive, if that The king will hear of war. _Ant._ You are, sir, A knight of Malta, and, as I have heard, Have served against the Turk. _Bert._ 'Tis true. _Ant._ Pray you, show us The difference between the city valour, And service in the field. _Bert._ 'Tis somewhat more Than roaring in a tavern or a brothel, Or to steal a constable[137] from a sleeping watch, Then burn their halberds; or, safe guarded by Your tenant's sons, to carry away a May-pole From a neighbour village. You will not find there Your masters of dependencies[138] to take up A drunken brawl, or, to get you the names Of valiant chevaliers, fellows that will be, For a cloak with thrice-dyed velvet, and a cast suit, Kick'd down the stairs. A knave with a provant sword[139], If you bear not yourself both in and upright, Will slash your scarlets and your plush a new way; Or, with the hilts, thunder about your ears Such music as will make your worships dance To the doleful tune of _Lachrymæ_[140].