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 I meane to follow thee.

Bos. Let me thinke: I would wish your Grace, to faigne a Pilgrimage To our Lady of Loretto, (scarce seaven leagues From faire Ancona) so may you depart Your Country, with more honour, and your flight Will seeme a Princely progresse, retaining Your usuall traine about you.

Duch. Sir, your direction Shall lead me, by the hand.

Car. In my opinion, She were better progresse to the bathes At Leuca, or go visit the Spaw In Germany, for (if you will beleeve me) I do not like this jesting with religion, This faigned Pilgrimage.

Duch. Thou art a superstitious foole, Prepare us instantly for our departure: Past sorrowes, let us moderately lament them, For those to come, seeke wisely, to prevent them.

Bos. A Polititian is the divells quilted anvell, He fashions all sinnes on him, and the blowes Are never heard, he may worke in a Ladies Chamber, (As here for proofe) what rests, but I reveale All to my Lord? oh, this base quality Of Intelligencer? why, every Quality i'th'world Preferres but gaine, or commendation: Now for this act, I am certaine to be rais'd, "And men that paint weedes, (to the life) are prais'd. Card. Must we turne Souldier then?

Mal. The Emperour,