Fran. There 's great moan made for him.
Flam. 'Faith, for some few hours salt-water will run most plentifully
in every office o' th' court; but, believe it, most of them do weep
over their stepmothers' graves.
Fran. How mean you?
Flam. Why, they dissemble; as some men do that live without compass o'
th' verge.
Fran. Come, you have thrived well under him.
Flam. 'Faith, like a wolf in a woman's breast; I have been fed with
poultry: but for money, understand me, I had as good a will to cozen
him as e'er an officer of them all; but I had not cunning enough to do
it.
Fran. What didst thou think of him? 'faith, speak freely.
Flam. He was a kind of statesman, that would sooner have reckoned how
many cannon-bullets he had discharged against a town, to count his
expense that way, than think how many of his valiant and deserving
subjects he lost before it.
Fran. Oh, speak well of the duke!
Flam. I have done. [Enter Lodovico.
Wilt hear some of my court-wisdom? To reprehend princes is dangerous;
and to over-commend some of them is palpable lying.
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