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So to great men the moral may be stretched;
Men oft are valu'd high, when they're most wretched.--
But come, whither you please. I am arm'd 'gainst misery;
Bent to all sways of the oppressor's will:
There 's no deep valley but near some great hill.
Exeunt.
Act IV
Scene I<98>
[Enter] FERDINAND and BOSOLA
FERDINAND. How doth our sister duchess bear herself
In her imprisonment?
BOSOLA. Nobly: I 'll describe her.
She 's sad as one long us'd to 't, and she seems
Rather to welcome the end of misery
Than shun it; a behaviour so noble
As gives a majesty to adversity:
You may discern the shape of loveliness
More perfect in her tears than in her smiles:
She will muse for hours together; and her silence,
Methinks, expresseth more than if she spake.
FERDINAND. Her melancholy seems to be fortified
With a strange disdain.
BOSOLA. 'Tis so; and this restraint,
Like English mastives that grow fierce with tying,
Makes her too passionately apprehend
Those pleasures she is kept from.
FERDINAND. Curse upon her!
I will no longer study in the book
Of another's heart.
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