+Pir.+ Let us but slight some gull; or his gay dress, Whose clothes and folly are his sense of honour; How will it conjure up his blood, and bend his brow? And can Dessandro want a just and valiant anger To feel the merits of so brave a father, And his own too (kept at a noble height) Rendered disgraced and sullied? He may believe H' has deserv'd better, both in himself and father: But how does his resolution take it? +Samp.+ As fire and air compress'd when (struggling) they Break forth in thunders; or the vexed wind, amongst A grove of trees, spending his scorn and rage. +Pir.+ Men of his soul and constitution cannot Play with their passions, and stroke 'em tame, When so provok'd. The duke! _Enter +Duke De Bereo+, passing over the stage, +De Castro+ whispering with him, +De Loome+, +La Gitterne+, and other Attendants._ +Duke.+ Let him be confident of me, in something More worthy of himself than the command H' has lost; and bid him use my promise. +De C.+ We are the creatures Of your favour; and but own our lives T' acknowledge it. [_Exeunt._ +Pir.+ Here's state embroidery! But pray'e, what holiday things be they that spread So in his train? I don't remember I left Such faces in the court. +Samp.+ The first of them Stalks in a knighthood, like a boy In a Dutch burgher's doublet; and 'tis as much Too wide for him; he has travell'd, and speaks languages, As a barber's boy plays o' th' gittern; and those gay clouts, sir, Came out of's father's shop. +Pir.+ His remnants. The other? That looks like the age to come, Which must be worse than this. +Samp.+ His fortune and industry Has preferr'd him to be barber and pimp; Two men's places, till of late our noblemen, Growing frugal, do find one may do Both the employments. +Pir.+ It is both thriving and genteel. +Samp.+ Genteel indeed; for they have produc'd knights, And made statesmen of broken citizens with the help Of a wife. But he, whose youth and sorrow shows him Like a fair day, set in a cloudy evening is---- +Pir.+ The Lord de Castro--I know him: and methinks Some sparks of his father, great Velasco's, character Shines in this young man through all the darkness Of his fate. +Samp.+ That name alone has glory enough To make him a brave presage to us. The duke's father's character was deriv'd, And circled in himself; and a full age Of men shall rarely show another of So much great and balanc'd man in't. +Pir.+ They are all court-fancies; pageants of state: And want allowance both of brain and soul, To make their blood and titles weight +Samp.+ He was strangely Shuffled to the block.