The Duchess of Padua
[aside] O wise philosopher! That for thyself dost dig so deep a grave.
[to him] Dost thou mark his words?
Oh, be thou sure I do.
And be not over-scrupulous; clean hands With nothing in them make a sorry show. If you would have the lion's share of life You must wear the fox's skin. Oh, it will fit you; It is a coat which fitteth every man.
Your Grace, I shall remember.
That is well, boy, well. I would not have about me shallow fools, Who with mean scruples weigh the gold of life, And faltering, paltering, end by failure; failure, The only crime which I have not committed: I would have MEN about me. As for conscience, Conscience is but the name which cowardice Fleeing from battle scrawls upon its shield. You understand me, boy?
I do, your Grace, And will in all things carry out the creed Wh