BILIOSO _re-entering_, MALEVOLE _shifteth his speech_. O[380] the father of May-poles! did you never see a fellow whose strength consisted in his breath, respect in his office, religion in[381] his lord, and love in himself? why, then, behold. _Bil._ Signior,-- 260 _Mal._ My right worshipful lord, your court night-cap makes you have a passing high forehead. _Bil._ I can tell you strange news, but I am sure you know them already: the duke speaks much good of you. _Mal._ Go to, then: and shall you and I now enter into a strict friendship? _Bil._ Second one another? _Mal._ Yes. _Bil._ Do one another good offices? _Mal._ Just: what though I called thee old ox, egregious wittol, broken-bellied coward, rotten mummy? yet, since I am in favour---- 272 _Bil._ Words of course, terms of disport. His grace presents you by me a chain, as his grateful remembrance for--I am ignorant for what; marry, ye may impart: yet howsoever--come--dear friend; dost know my son? _Mal._ Your son! _Bil._ He shall eat wood-cocks, dance jigs, make possets, and play at shuttle-cock with any young lord about the court: he has as sweet a lady too; dost know her little bitch? 281 _Mal._ 'Tis a dog, man. _Bil._ Believe me, a she-bitch: O, 'tis a good creature! thou shalt be her servant. I'll make thee acquainted with nothing. 'Tis grown to supper-time; come to my table: that, anything I have, stands open to thee. _Mal._ [_aside to_ CELSO] How smooth to him that is in state of grace, How servile is the rugged'st courtier's face! What profit, nay, what nature would keep down, 290 Are heav'd to them are minions to a crown. Envious ambition never sates his thirst, Till sucking all, he swells and swells, and burst.[382] _Bil._ I shall now leave you with my always-best wishes; only let's hold betwixt us a firm correspondence, a mutual friendly-reciprocal kind of steady-unanimous-heartily-leagued---- _Mal._ Did your signiorship ne'er see a pigeon-house that was smooth, round, and white without, and full of holes and stink within? ha' ye not, old courtier? 300 _Bil._ O, yes, 'tis the form, the fashion of them all. _Mal._ Adieu, my true court-friend; farewell, my dear Castilio.[383] [_Exit_ BILIOSO. _Celso._ Yonder's Mendoza. _Mal._ True, the privy-key. [_Descries_ MENDOZA. _Celso._ I take my leave, sweet lord. _Mal._ 'Tis fit; away! [_Exit_ CELSO. _Enter_ MENDOZA _with three or four Suitors_. _Men._ Leave your suits with me; I can and will: attend my secretary; leave me.