Ant. What sayd you? (He kneeles.)
Duch. Sir,
This goodly roofe of yours is too low built;
I cannot stand upright in’t, nor discourse,
Without I raise it higher: raise yourselfe,
Or if you please, my hand to help you: so.
Ant. Ambition, madam, is a great man’s madnes,
That is not kept in chaines and close-pentoomes,
But in fair lightsome lodgings, and is girt
With the wild noyce of pratling visitants,