_Bos._ Give me leave to be honest in any phrase, in any compliment whatsoever. Shall I confess myself to you? I look no higher than I can reach: they are the gods that must ride on winged horses. A lawyer's mule of a slow pace will both suit my disposition and business; for, mark me, when a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop, they quickly both tire. _Ant._ You would look up to Heaven, but I think The devil, that rules i' the air, stands in your light. _Bos._ O, sir, you are lord of the ascendant, chief man with the duchess; a duke was your cousin-german removed. Say you are lineally descended from King Pepin, or he himself, what of this? search the heads of the greatest rivers in the world, you shall find them but bubbles of water. Some would think the souls of princes were brought forth by some more weighty cause than those of meaner persons: they are deceived, there's the same hand to them; the like passions sway them; the same reason that makes a vicar to go to law for a tithe-pig, and undo his neighbours, makes them spoil a whole province, and batter down goodly cities with the cannon. _Enter_ DUCHESS _and_ Ladies. _Duch._ Your arm, Antonio: do I not grow fat? I am exceeding short-winded.--Bosola, I would have you, sir, provide for me a litter; Such a one as the Duchess of Florence rode in. _Bos._ The duchess used one when she was great with child. _Duch._ I think she did.--Come hither, mend my ruff; Here, when? thou art such a tedious lady; and Thy breath smells of lemon-pills; would thou hadst done! Shall I swoon under thy fingers! I am So troubled with the mother![118] _Bos._ [_Aside._] I fear too much. _Duch._ I have heard you say that the French courtiers Wear their hats on 'fore the king. _Ant._ I have seen it. _Duch._ In the presence? _Ant._ Yes. _Duch._ Why should not we bring up that fashion? 'Tis ceremony more than duty that consists In the removing of a piece of felt: Be you the example to the rest o' the court; Put on your hat first. _Ant._ You must pardon me: I have seen, in colder countries than in France, Nobles stand bare to the prince; and the distinction Methought showed reverently. _Bos._ I have a present for your grace. _Duch._ For me, sir? _Bos._ Apricocks, madam. _Duch._ O, sir, where are they? I have heard of none to-year. _Bos._ [_Aside._] Good; her colour rises. _Duch._ Indeed, I thank you: they are wondrous fair ones. What an unskilful fellow is our gardener! We shall have none this month. _Bos._ Will not your grace pare them? _Duch._ No: they taste of musk, methinks; indeed they do. _Bos._ I know not: yet I wish your grace had pared 'em. _Duch._ Why? _Bos._ I forgot to tell you, the knave gardener, Only to raise his profit by them the sooner, Did ripen them in horse-dung. _Duch._ O, you jest-- You shall judge: pray taste one.