_Pas._ Does it so? You shall not carry her though Sir, she's my contract. _Sham._ I prethee, thou four Elements ill brued, Torment none but thy self; away I say Thou beast of passion, as the drunkard is The beast of Wine; dishonor to thy making, Thou man in fragments. _Pas._ Hear me, precious Madam. _Sham._ Kneel for thy wits to Heaven. _Pas._ Lady, I'll father it, Who e'er begot it: 'tis the course of greatness. _Sham._ How virtue groans at this! _Pas._ I'll raise the Court, but I'll stay your flight. _Sham._ How wretched is that piece! [_Ex. Pas. Lord._ _1 Gent._ He's the Dukes kinsman, Sir. _Sham._ That cannot take a passion away, Sir, Nor cut a Fit, but one poor hour shorter, He must endure as much as the poorest begger, That cannot change his money; there's th' equality In our impartial Essence: What's the news now? _Enter a Servant._ _Ser._ Your worthy brother, Sir, 'has left his charge, And come to see you. _Enter_ Shamount's _brother, a Soldier_. _Sham._ Oh the noblest welcome That ever came from man, meet thy deservings: Methinks I've all joyes treasure in mine arms now. _Sold._ You are so fortunate in prevention, brother, You always leave the answerer barren, Sir, You comprehend in few words so much worth-- _Sham._ 'Tis all too little for thee: come th'art welcome, So I include all: take especial knowledge pray, Of this dear Gentleman, my absolute friend, That loves a Soldier far above a Mistriss, Thou excellently faithful to 'em both. But love to manhood, owns the purer troth. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Shamont's _brother, a Soldier and a Lady,_ _the Dukes Sister_. _Lady._ There should be in this Gallery--oh th'are here, Pray sit down, believe me Sir, I'm weary. _Sold._ It well becomes a Lady to complain a little Of what she never feels: your walk was short, Madam, You can be but afraid of weariness; Which well employs the softness of your Sex, As for the thing it self, you never came to't. _La._ You're wond'rously well read in Ladies, Sir. _Sold._ Shall I think such a creature as you Madam, Was ever born to feel pain, but in Travel? There's your full portion, Besides a little tooth-ach in the breeding, Which a kind Husband too, takes from you, Madam.