Now, to his face--all comparisons were hateful. Wise was
the courtly peacock, that, being a great minion, and being compared for
beauty by some dottrels that stood by to the kingly eagle, said the
eagle was a far fairer bird than herself, not in respect of her
feathers, but in respect of her long talons: his will grow out in time.
--My gracious lord.
Giov. I pray leave me, sir.
Flam. Your grace must be merry; 'tis I have cause to mourn; for wot
you, what said the little boy that rode behind his father on horseback?
Giov. Why, what said he?
Flam. When you are dead, father, said he, I hope that I shall ride in
the saddle. Oh, 'tis a brave thing for a man to sit by himself! he may
stretch himself in the stirrups, look about, and see the whole compass
of the hemisphere. You 're now, my lord, i' th' saddle.
Giov. Study your prayers, sir, and be penitent:
'Twere fit you 'd think on what hath former been;
I have heard grief nam'd the eldest child of sin. [Exit.
Flam. Study my prayers! he threatens me divinely! I am falling to
pieces already.
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