_John._ I do beseech your Grace stay there, (For I know you too now) that love and honour I come not to receive; nor can you give it, Till ye appear fair to the world; I must beseech ye Dismiss your train a little. _Duke._ Walk aside, And out of hearing I command ye: Now, Sir. _John._ Last time we met, I was a friend. _Duke._ And Nobly, You did a friends office: let your business Be what it may, you must be still-- _John._ Your pardon, Never a friend to him, cannot be friend To his own honour. _Duke._ In what have I transgress'd it? Ye make a bold breach at the first, Sir. _John._ Bolder, You made that breach that let in infamy, And ruine, to surprise a noble stock. _Duke._ Be plain, Sir. _John._ I will, and short; Ye have wrong'd a Gentleman, Little behind your self, beyond all justice, Beyond mediation of all friends. _Duke._ The man, and manner of wrong? _John._ _Petrucchio_, The wrong, ye have Whor'd his Sister. _Duke._ What's his will in't? _John._ His will is to oppose you like a Gentleman, And single, to decide all. _Duke._ Now stay you, Sir, And hear me with the like belief: this Gentleman, His Sister that you nam'd, 'tis true I have long lov'd, Nor was that love lascivious, as he makes it; As true, I have enjoy'd her: no less truth, I have a Child by her: but that she, or he, Or any of that family are tainted, Suffer disgrace, or ruin, by my pleasures, I wear a Sword to satisfie the world no, And him in this cause when he please; for know, Sir, She is my Wife, contracted before Heaven, (Witness I owe more tye to, than her Brother) Nor will I flye from that name, which long since Had had the Churches approbation, But for his jealous danger. _John._ Sir, your pardon, And all that was my anger, now my service. _Duk._ Fair Sir, I knew I should convert ye; had we But that rough man here now too-- _John._ And ye shall, Sir, Whoa, hoa, hoo. _Duke._ I hope ye have laid no Ambush? _Enter_ Petrucchio. _John._ Only friends. _Duke._ My noble Brother welcome: Come put your anger off, we'll no fighting, Unless you will maintain I am unworthy To bear that name. _Pet._ Do you speak this heartily? _Duke._ Upon my soul, and truly; the first Priest Shall put you out of these doubts. _Pet._ Now I love ye; And I beseech you pardon my suspicions, You are now more than a Brother, a brave friend too. _John._ The good man's over-joy'd. _Enter_ Frederick. _Fred._ How, how, how goes it? _John._ Why, the man has his Mare again, and all's well, _Frederick_, The Duke professes freely he's her Husband. _Fred._ 'Tis a good hearing.