make You a corrupter, me an impudent traitor; And should I take these, they'd take me [to] hell. FERDINAND. Sir, I 'll take nothing from you that I have given. There is a place that I procur'd for you This morning, the provisorship o' the horse; Have you heard on 't? BOSOLA. No. FERDINAND.                  'Tis yours:  is 't not worth thanks? BOSOLA. I would have you curse yourself now, that your bounty   (Which makes men truly noble) e'er should make me A villain. O, that to avoid ingratitude For the good deed you have done me, I must do All the ill man can invent! Thus the devil Candies all sins o'er; and what heaven terms vile, That names he complimental. FERDINAND. Be yourself; Keep your old garb of melancholy; 'twill express You envy those that stand above your reach, Yet strive not to come near 'em. This will gain Access to private lodgings, where yourself May, like a politic dormouse——    BOSOLA. As I have seen some Feed in a lord's dish, half asleep, not seeming To listen to any talk; and yet these rogues Have cut his throat in a dream. What 's my place? The provisorship o' the horse? Say, then, my corruption Grew out of horse-dung:  I am your creature. FERDINAND. Away!        [Exit.]    BOSOLA. Let good men, for good deeds, covet good fame, Since place and riches oft are bribes of shame. Sometimes the devil doth preach.        [Exit.] 

        [Scene III][17]         [Enter FERDINAND, DUCHESS, CARDINAL, and CARIOLA]    CARDINAL. We are to part from you; and your own discretion Must now be your director. FERDINAND. You are a widow:   You know already what man is; and therefore Let not youth, high promotion, eloquence——    CARDINAL. No, Nor anything without the addition, honour, Sway your high blood. FERDINAND. Marry! they are most luxurious[18]   Will wed twice. CARDINAL. O, fie! FERDINAND.                Their livers are more spotted Than Laban's sheep.[19]    DUCHESS. Diamonds are of most value, They say, that have pass'd through most jewellers' hands. FERDINAND. Whores by that rule are precious. DUCHESS. Will you hear me? I 'll never marry. CARDINAL. So most widows say; But commonly that motion lasts no longer Than the turning of an hour-glass:  the funeral sermon And it end both together. FERDINAND. Now hear me:   You live in a rank pasture, here, i' the court; There is a kind of honey-dew that 's deadly;   'T will poison your fame; look to 't. Be not cunning; For they 

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