_Quad._[466] We come, sweet gallants; and grumbling hate lie still, And turn fantastic! He that climbs a hill 220 Must wheel about; the ladder to account Is sly dissemblance: he that means to mount Must lie all level in the prospective Of eager-sighted greatness. Thou wouldst thrive: The Venice state is young, loose, and unknit, Can relish naught but luscious vanities. Go, fit his tooth. O glavering flattery! How potent art thou! Front, look brisk and sleek.-- That such base dirt as you should dare to reek In princes' nostrils!--Well, my scene is long. 230 _All within._ Quadratus! _Qua._ I come, hot bloods. Those that their state would swell, Must bear a counter-face. The devil and hell Confound them all! That's all my prayers exact: So ends our chat;--sound music for the act! [_Exeunt._ [454] _i.e._, _Pedant_.--See p. 373. [Transcriber's Note: Act III, Scene ii, line 100] [455] Cicero, _Off._ i. 22, 77. [456] Chaucer has _tretable_ in the sense of _tractable_, _well-disposed_; but that sense does not suit the present passage. [457] Handkerchief. [458] Shortened form of "prithee." [459] See note, vol. i. p. 114. [460] Dilke refers to Fletcher's _Beggars' Bush_, iv. 3:-- "_Fourth Merchant._ Or if you want fine sugar, 'tis but sending. _Goswin._ No, I can send to _Barbary_." [461] "She has brown hair, and speaks _small_ like a woman."--_Merry Wives_, i. 1. [462] Not marked in old eds. [463] Omitted in ed. 2. [464] Giacomo Zabarella (1533-1589), the Aristotelian commentator, professor of logic and philosophy at Padua. [465] Made notes. [466] Old eds. give this speech to Lampatho. ACT III. SCENE I. _Francisco's house._ _Enter_ FRANCISCO, _half-dressed, in his black doublet and round cap, the rest rich_; JACOMO _bearing his hat and feather_; ANDREA _his doublet and band_; RANDOLFO _his cloak and staff_. _They clothe_ FRANCISCO _whilst_ BIDET _creeps in and observes them. Much of this done whilst the Act is playing._ _Fra._ For God's sake, remember to take special marks of me, or you will ne'er be able to know me. _And._ Why, man? _Fra._ Why, good faith, I scarce know myself; already me thinks I should remember to forget myself; now I am so shining brave. Indeed Francisco was always a sweet youth, for I am a perfumer; but thus brave! I am an alien to it. Would you make me like the drown'd Albano? Must I bear't mainly up? Must I be he? _Ran._ What else, man? O, what else? 10