Note 22 — LECTURES ON THE DRAMATIC LITERATURE OF THE AGE OF ELIZABETH (continued 2)

‘Am I not thy Duchess?

Bosola. Thou art some great woman, sure; for riot begins to sit on thy forehead (clad in gray hairs) twenty years sooner than on a merry milkmaid’s. Thou sleep’st worse than if a mouse should be forced to take up his lodging in a cat’s ear: a little infant that breeds its teeth, should it lie with thee, would cry out, as if thou wert the more unquiet bed-fellow.

Duch. I am Duchess of Malfy still.’