Dor. Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.
255 Q. Mar. Peace, master marquess, you are malapert:
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
[♦] O, that your young nobility could judge
What ’twere to lose it, and be miserable!
[♦] They that stand high have many blasts to shake them;
[260] And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Glou. Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.
[♦] Dor. It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
[♦] Glou. Yea, and much more: but I was born so high,