_1 Gen._ Forbear, the Duke's at hand. Here, hard at hand, upon my reputation. _Sold._ I must do something now. [_Ex. Sold._ _Sham._ I'll follow you close Sir. _1 Gen._ We must intreat you must not; for the Duke Desires some conference with you. _Sham._ Let me go, As y'are Gentlemen. _2 Gent._ Faith we dare not Sir. _Sham._ Dare ye be false to honor, and yet dare not Do a man justice? give me leave-- _1 Gent._ Good sweet Sir. H'as sent twice for you. _Sham._ Is this brave, or manly? _1 Gent._ I prethee be conform'd. _Sham._ Death-- _Enter Duke._ _2 Gent._ Peace, he's come in troth. _Sham._ Oh have you betraid me to my shame afresh? How am I bound to loath you! _Duke. Shamont_, welcome, I sent twice. _2 Gent._ But my Lord, he never heard on't. _Sham._ Pray pardon him, for his falseness, I did Sir, Both times; I'd rather be found rude, than faithless. _Duke._ I love that bluntness dearly: h'as no vice, But is more manly than some others virtue, That lets it out only for shew or profit. _Sham._ Will't please you quit me, Sir, I've urgent business? _Duke._ Come, you're so hasty now, I sent for you To a better end. _Sham._ And if it be an end, Better or worse, I thank your goodness for't. _Duke._ I've ever kept that bounty in condition, And thankfulness in bloud, which well becomes Both Prince and Subject, that where any wrong Bears my impression, or the hasty figure Of my repented anger, I'm a Law Ev'n to my self, and doom my self most strictly To Justice, and a noble satisfaction: So that, what you, in tenderness of honor, Conceive to be loss to you, which is nothing But curious opinion, I'll restore agen, Although I give you the best part of _Genoa_, And take to boot but thanks for your amends.