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Scæne 3.
Enter Archas, Theodore, 2 Doughters. Honora and Viola.Ar.
Carry your selfe discreetly, it concernes me,
The Duke's come in, none of your froward passions,
Nor no distastes to any: Prethee Theodor,
By my life, boy, 'twill ruine me.
The.
I have done Sir,
So there be no foule play he brings along with him.
Ar.
What's that to you?
Let him bring what please him,
And whom, and how.
The.
So they meane well—
Ar.
Is't fit you be a Judge sirrah,
The.
'Tis fit I feele Sir.
Ar.
Get a banquet ready,
And trim your selves up hansomly.
The.
To what end?
Doe you meane to make 'em whores?
Hang up a signe then,
And set 'em out to Livery.
Ar.
Whose sonne art thou?
The.
Yours Sir, I hope: but not of your disgraces.
Ar.
Full twenty thousand men I have commanded,
And all their minds with this, calm'd all their angers;
And shall a boy of mine owne breed too, of mine owne bloud,
One crooked stick—
The.
Pray take your way, and thrive in't,
I'le quit your house, if taint or black dishonour
Light on ye, 'tis your owne, I have no share in't.
Yet if it doe fall out so, as I feare it,
And partly find it too—
Ar.
Hast thou no reverence?
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The.
This shall shew I obey ye!
I dare not stay: I would have shew'd my love too,
And that you aske as duty, with my life sir,
Had you but thought me worthy of your hazzards,
Which heaven preserve ye from, and keep the Duke too:
And there's an end of my wishes, God be with ye.
Exit.
Ar.
Stubborne, yet full of that we all love, honesty,
Lord Burris, where's the Duke?
Enter Burris.
Bur.
In the great chamber Sir,
And there stayes till he see you, ye 'have a fine house here.
Ar.
A poore contented lodge, unfit for his presence,
Yet all the joy it hath.
Bur.
I hope a great one, and for your good, brave Sir.
Ar.
I thanke ye Lord:
And now my service to the Duke.
Bur.
I'le wait on ye.
Exeunt.
Enter Duke, Boroskey, Gent. and Attendants.
Du.
May this be credited?
Bor.
Disgrace me else,
And never more with favour looke upon me.
Du.
It seemes impossible.
Bor.
It cannot chuse Sir,
Till your owne eies behold it; but that it is so,
And that by this meanes the too haughtie souldier
Has been so cramm'd and fed, he cares not for ye;
Beleeve, or let me perish: Let your eyes
As you observe the house, but where I point it,
Make stay, and take a view, and then you have found it.
Enter Archas, Burris, 2 Daughters and Servant.
Du.
I'le follow your direction: welcome Archas,
You are welcome home brave Lord, we are come to visit ye,
And thanke ye for your service.
Ar.
'Twas so poore Sir,
In true respect of what I owe your Highnesse,
It merits nothing.
Du.
Are these faire ones yours Lord?
Ar.
Their Mother made me thinke so Sir.
Du.
Stand up Ladies:
Beshrew my heart they are faire ones; methinks fitter
The lustre of the Court, then thus live darken'd:
I would see your house Lord Archas, it appeares to me,
A hansome pile.
Ar.
'Tis neate but no great structure;
I'le be your Graces guide, give me the keyes there.
Du.
Lead on, wee'l follow ye: begin with the Gallery,
I think that's one.
Ar.
'Tis so, and't please ye Sir,
The rest above are lodgings all.
Du.
Goe on Sir.
Exeunt.
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