_Bil._ My lord, I have some books which have been dedicated to my honour, and I ne'er read 'em, and yet they had very fine names, _Physic for Fortune_,[454] _Lozenges of sanctified sincerity_,[455] very pretty works of curates, scriveners, and schoolmasters. Marry, I remember one Seneca, Lucius Annæus Seneca---- _Pietro._ Out upon him! he writ of temperance and fortitude, yet lived like a voluptuous epicure, and died like an effeminate coward.--Haste thee to Florence: Here, take our letters; see 'em seal'd: away! Report in private to the honour'd duke 30 His daughter's forc'd disgrace; tell him at length We know too much: due compliments[456] advance: There's naught that's safe and sweet but ignorance.[457] [_Exit._ _Enter_ BIANCA. _Bil._ Madam, I am going ambassador for Florence; 'twill be great charges to me. _Bian._ No matter, my lord, you have the lease of two manors come out next Christmas; you may lay your tenants on the greater rack for it: and when you come home again, I'll teach you how you shall get two hundred pounds a-year by your teeth. 40 _Bil._ How, madam? _Bian._ Cut off so much from house-keeping: that which is saved by the teeth, you know, is got by the teeth. _Bil._ 'Fore God, and so I may; I am in wondrous credit, lady. _Bian._ See the use of flattery: I did ever counsel you to flatter greatness, and you have profited well: any man that will do so shall be sure to be like your Scotch barnacle,[458] now a block, instantly a worm, and presently a great goose: this it is to rot and putrefy in the bosom of greatness. 52 _Bil._ Thou art ever my politician. O, how happy is that old lord that hath a politician to his young lady! I'll have fifty gentlemen shall attend upon me: marry, the most of them shall be farmers' sons, because they shall bear their own charges; and they shall go apparelled thus,--in sea-water-green suits, ash-colour cloaks, watchet stockings, and popinjay-green feathers: will not the colours do excellent? 60 _Bian._ Out upon't! they'll look like citizens riding to their friends at Whitsuntide; their apparel just so many several parishes. _Bil._ I'll have it so; and Passarello, my fool, shall go along with me; marry, he shall be in velvet. _Bian._ A fool in velvet! _Bil._ Ay, 'tis common for your fool to wear satin; I'll have mine in velvet. _Bian._ What will you wear, then, my lord? 69