_Ant._ Most true: He never pays debts unless they be shrewd turns, And those he will confess that he doth owe. Last, for his brother there, the cardinal, They that do flatter him most say oracles Hang at his lips; and verily I believe them, For the devil speaks in them. But for their sister, the right noble duchess, You never fixed your eye on three fair medals Cast in one figure, of so different temper. For her discourse, it is so full of rapture, You only will begin then to be sorry When she doth end her speech, and wish, in wonder, She held it less vain-glory to talk much, Than your penance to hear her: whilst she speaks, She throws upon a man so sweet a look, That it were able to raise one to a galliard[104] That lay in a dead palsy, and to dote On that sweet countenance; but in that look There speaketh so divine a continence As cuts off all lascivious and vain hope. Her days are practised in such noble virtue, That sure her nights, nay, more, her very sleeps, Are more in Heaven than other ladies' shrifts. Let all sweet ladies break their flattering glasses, And dress themselves in her. _Delio._ Fie, Antonio, You play the wire-drawer with her commendations. _Ant._ I'll case the picture up: only thus much; All her particular worth grows to this sum,-- She stains the time past, lights the time to come. _Cari._ You must attend my lady in the gallery, Some half an hour hence. _Ant._ I shall. [_Exeunt_ ANTONIO _and_ DELIO. _Ferd._ Sister, I have a suit to you. _Duch._ To me, sir? _Ferd._ A gentleman here, Daniel de Bosola, One that was in the galleys-- _Duch._ Yes, I know him. _Ferd._ A worthy fellow he is: pray, let me entreat for The provisorship of your horse. _Duch._ Your knowledge of him Commends him and prefers him. _Ferd._ Call him hither. [_Exit_ Attendant. We are now upon parting. Good Lord Silvio, Do us commend to all our noble friends At the leaguer. _Silvio._ Sir, I shall. _Ferd._ You are for Milan? _Silvio._ I am. _Duch._ Bring the caroches.[105] We'll bring you down to the haven. [_Exeunt_ DUCHESS, SILVIO, CASTRUCCIO, RODERIGO, GRISOLAN, CARIOLA, JULIA, _and_ Attendants. _Card._ Be sure you entertain that Bosola For your intelligence: I would not be seen in't; And therefore many times I have slighted him When he did court our furtherance, as this morning. _Ferd._ Antonio, the great-master of her household, Had been far fitter. _Card._ You are deceived in him: His nature is too honest for such business.-- He comes: I'll leave you. [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ BOSOLA. _Bos._ I was lured to you. _Ferd._ My brother, here, the cardinal could never Abide you. _Bos._ Never since he was in my debt. _Ferd._ May be some oblique character in your face Made him suspect you.