Act 3 Scene 3
The CARDINAL’S palace in Rome
Enter CARDINAL, FERDINAND, MALATESTE, PESCARA, DELIO, and SILVIO
CARDINAL: Must we turn soldier then?
CARDINAL: He that had the honor
Of taking the French king prisoner?
MALATESTE: The same.
Here’s a plot drawn for a new fortification
The CARDINAL and MALATESTE turn aside to study the plans
DELIO: No employment, my lord;
A marginal note in the muster-book, that he is
A voluntary lord.
FERDINAND: He’s no soldier?
DELIO: He has worn gunpowder in’s hollow tooth, for the tooth-ache.
SILVIO: Then he’ll fight by the book.
SILVIO: Yes, he protests
He would do much for that taffata.
DELIO: I think he would run away from a battle,
To save it from taking prisoner.
SILVIO: He is horribly afraid
Gunpowder will spoil the perfume on’t.
PESCARA: Bosola arriv’d? What should be the business?
Some falling out amongst the cardinals.
These factions amongst great men, they are like
Foxes, when their heads are divided,
They carry fire in their tails, and all the country
About them goes to wrack for’t.
SILVIO: What’s that Bosola?
DELIO: I knew him in Padua; a fantastical scholar,
Like such who study to know how many knots was in
Hercules’ club, of what colour Achilles’ beard was,
Or whether Hector were not troubled
With the tooth-ache.
He hath studied himself half blear-eyed to know
The true symmetry of Caesar’s nose by a shoeing-horn; and this
He did to gain the name of a speculative man.
PESCARA: The Lord Ferdinand laughs.
DELIO: Like a deadly cannon
That lightens ere it smokes.
PESCARA: These are your true pangs of death,
The pangs of life, that struggle with great statesmen.
DELIO: In such a deformed silence, witches whisper their charms.
[They turn to one side, as focus goes to the brothers and Bosola]
CARDINAL: Doth she make religion her riding hood
To keep her from the sun and tempest?
CARDINAL: I will instantly solicit the state of Ancona
To have them banish’d.
BOSOLA: I will.
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.