_Fran. de Med._ An hour 'fore day. [_Exit_ ZANCHE. O strange discovery! why, till now we knew not The circumstance of either of their deaths. _Re-enter_ ZANCHE. _Zanche._ You'll wait about midnight in the chapel? _Fran. de Med._ There. [_Exit_ ZANCHE. _Lod._ Why, now our action's justified. _Fran. de Med._ Tush for justice! What harms it justice? we now, like the partridge, Purge the disease with laurel;[85] for the fame Shall crown the enterprize, and quit the shame. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV.--_An Apartment in a Palace at Padua._ _Enter_ FLAMINEO _and_ GASPARO, _at one door; another way_, GIOVANNI, _attended._ _Gas._ The young duke: did you e'er see a sweeter prince? _Flam._ I have known a poor woman's bastard better favoured; this is behind him; now, to his face, all comparisons were hateful. Wise was the courtly peacock that, being a great minion, and being compared for beauty by some dottrels,[86] that stood by, to the kingly eagle, said the eagle was a far fairer bird than herself, not in respect of her feathers, but in respect of her long talons: his will grow out in time.--My gracious lord! _Gio._ I pray, leave me, sir. _Flam._ Your grace must be merry: 'tis I have cause to mourn; for, wot you, what said the little boy that rode behind his father on horseback? _Gio._ Why, what said he? _Flam._ "When you are dead, father," said he, "I hope that I shall ride in the saddle." O, 'tis a brave thing for a man to sit by himself! he may stretch himself in the stirrups, look about, and see the whole compass of the hemisphere. You're now, my lord, i' the saddle. _Gio._ Study your prayers, sir, and be penitent: 'Twere fit you'd think on what hath former bin; I have heard grief named the eldest child of sin. [_Exit._ _Flam._ Study my prayers! he threatens me divinely: I am falling to pieces already. I care not though, like Anacharsis, I were pounded to death in a mortar: and yet that death were fitter for usurers, gold and themselves to be beaten together, to make a most cordial cullis[87] for the devil. He hath his uncle's villainous look already, _In decimo sexto._ _Enter_ Courtier. Now, sir, what are you? _Cour._ It is the pleasure, sir, of the young duke, That you forbear the presence, and all rooms That owe him reverence. _Flam._ So, the wolf and the raven Are very pretty fools when they are young. Is it your office, sir, to keep me out? _Cour._ So the duke wills. _Flam._ Verily, master courtier, extremity is not to be used in all offices: say that a gentlewoman were taken out of her bed about midnight, and committed to Castle Angelo, or to the tower yonder, with nothing about her but her smock, would it not show a cruel part in the gentleman-porter to lay claim to her upper garment, pull it o'er her head and ears, and put her in naked? _Cour._ Very good: you are merry. [_Exit._