Pier. Why, what dost thou with a beard?
Bal. In truth, one told me that my wit was bald, and that a mermaid was half fish and half fish [sic]; and therefore to speak wisely, like one of your counsel, as indeed it hath pleased you to make me, not only being a fool of your counsel, but also to make me of your counsel being a fool: if my wit be bald, and a mermaid be half fish and half conger, then I must be forced to conclude—The
tiring man hath not glued on my beard half fast enough. God’s bores, it will not stick to fall off. 32
Pier. Dost thou know what thou hast spoken all this while?
Bal. O lord, duke, I would be sorry of that. Many men can utter that which no man but themselves can conceive: but I thank a good wit, I have the gift to speak that which neither any man else nor myself understands.
Pier. Thou art wise. He that speaks he knows not what, shall never sin against his own conscience: go to, thou art wise. 40
Bal. Wise? O no, I have a little natural discretion, or so; but for wise, I am somewhat prudent; but for wise, O lord!
Pier. Hold, take those keys, open the castle vault, And put in Mellida.
Bal. And put in Mellida? Well, let me alone.
Pier. Bid Forobosco and Castilio guard;
Endear thyself Piero’s intimate.