+Duke.+ His last glass is now turn'd, and runs apace. He gives thee to Dessandro, and is your guest; and That night receives eternal thanks for't. Then (My fair) Dessandro cannot want lustre and honour for Your bed, nor thy commands, what all Castile can give. +Claud.+ I understand not, sir. +Duke.+ Thou shalt in time. O my Claudilla! my best and nearest Joy, our loves have been entire as a flame: one centre To our thoughts and wishes; and crown our bosoms with Delight and safety. But they are come. _Enter +De Castro+ and +Dessandro+._ +Claud.+ I have not known so little of his fame To be a stranger to his worth. Sir, I honour it: Nor am I so proud and dark in my opinion, To think I stand upon myself, but stoop in Honour to one of his deserts and blood. This is The way, my lord, I ever summ'd up man, and set His titles down but for cyphers. +De C.+ Observe. [_Aside._ +Duke.+ Which will most clearly show his merits, and heighten Them in value to you; for, madam, look on him In the spring of his deserts; and you'll say, titles Are but narrow spheres; and if honoured actions Be the soul and breath, he's then above them, And stands in the first rank of men. +Des.+ I shall want life to pay this debt. [_Aside._ +Claud.+ But, with your grace's favour, I must be tender here: For I stand a tall mark to voice and censure; And need not tell your highness, with what strong Expectation the Count de Flame hath long Time visited me. +Duke.+ If you will stand engaged, madam, I am silent. +Claud.+ No, sir--but---- +Duke.+ You expect honour and fortune to your bed: I know Castile owns not a subject (I'll not Except myself; and had I another's freedom, I should Not speak my wishes in a second person) that Looks not with ambition on you: but, madam, weigh Them all; take but off their grains of fortune, He shall hoist them into the air; and to my Wish he's come. Dessandro, your name was Mentioned--happily, I hope. Let me present His value to your grace's hand; and to a sister, Madam, I would say, her bosom. +De C.+ You purchase our poor lives too highly, sir. +Duke.+ I would have rich jewels set to their worth; And shall be proud to give any advantage unto his. The Duchess shall not slight me in't: I will be Heard against the proudest courtship that shall Charm her. Come, my lord, what sport will you Win some ducats at? +De C.+ I will lose some at any your grace pleases. +Duke.+ My brother has got a fortunate hand of late 'Gainst all the court: I cannot rise at even terms From him. +De C.+ I saw him draw deep from your grace last night. +Duke.+ Two thousand ducats; but I expect 'em with interest again.