CARD. Doth she make religion her riding-hood

To keep her from the sun and tempest?

FERD. That,

That damns her.

Methinks her fault and beauty,

Blended together, shew like leprosy,

The whiter, the fouler. I make it a question Whether her beggarly brats were ever christen'd. CARD. I will instantly solicit the state of Ancona To have them banish'd.

FERD. You are for Loretto:

I shall not be at your ceremony; fare you well.
Write to the duke of Malfi, my young nephew
She had by her first husband, and acquaint him
With's mother's honesty.

Bos. I will.

FERD. Antonio !

A slave that only smell'd of ink and counters,
And never in's life look'd like a gentleman,
But in the audit-time. Go, go presently,
Draw me out an hundred and fifty of our horse,
And meet me at the fort-bridge.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Enter Two PILGRIMS to the Shrine of our Lady of

Loretto.

FIRST PIL. I have not seen a goodlier shrine

than this,

Yet I have visited many.

SECOND PIL. The cardinal of Arragon

Is this day to resign his cardinal's hat:
His sister dutchess likewise is arriv'd
To pay her vow of pilgrimage. I expect
A noble ceremony

FIRST PIL. No question. They come.

[Here the ceremony of the Cardinal's instalment, in the habit of a soldier, performed in delivering up his cross, hat, robes, and ring, at the shrine, and investing him with sword, helmet, shield, and spurs: then Antonio, the Dutchess, and their children, having presented themselves at the shrine, are, by a form of banishment in dumb-shew expressed towards them by the Cardinal and the state of Ancona, banished. During all which ceremony, this ditty is sung, to very solemn musick, by divers churchmen, and then exeunt :

Arms, and honours deck thy story,*
To thy fame's eternal glory:
Adverse fortune ever fly thee;
No disastrous fate come nigh thee.
I alone will sing thy praises,
Whom to honour virtue raises;
And thy study, that divine is,
Bent to martial discipline is.
Lay aside all those robes lie by thee;

Crown thy arts with arms, they'll beautify thee.

* On this song, in the 4to. of 1623, is the following marginal note; "the author disclaims this ditty to be his."

O, worthy of worthiest name, adorn'd in this

manner,

Lead bravely thy forces on, under war's warlike banner!

O, may'st thou prove fortunate in all martial

courses!

Guide thou still by skill in arts and forces:

Victory attend thee nigh, whilst fame sings loud thy

powers;

Triumphant conquest crown thy head, and blessings pour down showers!

FIRST PIL. Here's a strange turn of state! who would have thought

So great a lady would have match'd herself
Unto so mean a person? yet the cardinal
Bears himself much too cruel.

SECOND PIL. They are banish'd.

FIRST PIL. But I would ask what power hath this

state

Of Ancona, to determine of a free prince?

SECOND PIL. They are a free state, sir, and her
brother shew'd

How that the Pope fore-hearing of her looseness,
Hath seiz❜d into the protection of the church
The dukedom, which she held as dowager.
FIRST PIL. But by what justice?
SECOND PIL. Sure I think by none,
Only her brother's instigation.

* much] Omitted in the 4to. of 1640.

FIRST PIL. What was it with such violence he took Off from her finger?

SECOND PIL. "Twas her wedding-ring, Which he vow'd shortly he would sacrifice

To his revenge.

FIRST PIL. Alas, Antonio!

If that a man be thrust into a well,

No matter who sets hand to't, his own weight

Will bring him sooner to th' bottom. Come, let's

hence.

Fortune makes this conclusion general,

All things do help th' unhappy man to fall.

SCENE V.

[Exeunt.

Enter DUTCHESS, ANTONIO, CHILDREN, CARIOLA,

and SERVANTS.

DUTCH. Banish'd Ancona !

ANT. Yes, you see what power

Lightens in great men's breath.

DUTCH. Is all our train

Shrunk to this poor remainder?

*

ANT. These poor men,*

Which have got little in your service, vow

To take

fortune: but your

your

wiser buntings,

Now they are fledg'd, are gone.

DUTCH. They have done wisely.

This puts me in mind of death: physicans thus,
With their hands full of money, use to give o'er

These poor men] The 4to. of 1640, "these are poor men."

3

Their patients.*

ANT. Right the fashion of the world:

From decay'd fortunes every flatterer shrinks;
Men cease to build where the foundation sinks.

DUTCH. I had a very strange dream to night.
ANT. What was't?+

DUTCH. Me thought I wore my coronet of state, And on a sudden all the diamonds

Were chang'd to pearls.

ANT. My interpretation

Is, you'll weep shortly; for to me the pearls

Do signify your tears.

DUTCH. The birds that live i'th' field

On the wild benefit of nature, live

Happier than we; for they may chuse their mates, And carol their sweet pleasures to the spring.

Enter Boso LA with a letter.

Bos. You are happily o'erta'en.

physicians thus,

With their hands full of money, use to give o'er

Their patients] Cited by the commentators on Shakespeare, to defend the reading" thrive" in the following passage of Timon of Athens, under the idea that Webster imitated it;

"His friends, like physicians,

Thrive, give him over."—Act III. Sc. 3.

twas't] The 4to. of 1640, " is't."

The birds that live i'th' field

On the wild benefit of nature] "Think how compassionate

the creatures of the field that onely live on the wilde benefits of Nature, are unto their yong ones."-Middleton's Any thing for a quiet life, 1662, Sig. E 4.