_Lap._ How? _1 Gent._ There's no remedy. _Lap._ Marry, the fates forefend: ne'r while I breathe, Sir. _1 Gent._ The Duke will have it so, there's no resisting, He spy'd it i' your forehead. _Lap._ My wife's doing. She thought she should be put below her betters now, And su'd to ha' me a Gentleman agen. _1 Gent._ And very likely, Sir, Marry, I'll give you this comfort when all's done, You'll never pass but for a scurvy one, That's all the help you have: come shew your pace. _Lap._ The heaviest Gentleman that e'er lost place; Bear witness, I am forc'd to't. [_Exit._ _Duke._ Though you have a courser Title yet upon you, Than those that left your places, without blame, 'Tis in your power to make your selves the same: I cannot make you Gentlemen, that's a work Rais'd from your own deservings, merit, manners, And in-born virtue does it. Let your own goodness Make you so great, my power shall make you greater; And more t'encourage you, this I add agen, There's many Grooms, now exact Gentlemen. _Enter_ Shamont. _Sham._ Methinks 'tis strange to me to enter here: Is there in nature such an awful power, To force me to this place? and make me do this? Is mans affection stronger than his Will? His resolution? was I not resolv'd Never to see this place more? Do I bear Within my breast one bloud that confounds th' other? The bloud of Love, and Will, and the last weakest? Had I ten Millions, I would give it all now, I were but past it, or 'twould never come; For I shall never do't, or not do't well, But spoil it utterly betwixt two passions, Yonder's the Duke himself, I will not do't now, Had twenty lives their several sufferings in him. [_Exit._ _Duke._ Who's that went out now? _Pol._ I saw none my Lord. _Duke._ Nor you? _Moul._ I saw the glimpse of one my Lord. _Duke._ What e'er it was, methought it pleas'd me strangely And suddenly my joy was ready for't. Did you not mark it better? _Pol. & Moul._ Troth my Lord, We gave no great heed to't. _Enter_ Shamont. _Sham._ 'Twill not be answer'd, It brings me hither still; by main force hither: Either I must give over to profess humanity, Or I must speak for him. _Duke._ 'Tis here agen: No marvel 'twas so pleasing, 'tis delight And worth it self, now it appears unclouded. _Sham._ My Lord-- He turns away from me: by this hand I am ill-us'd of all sides: 'tis a fault That fortune ever had t'abuse a goodness. _Duke._ Methought you were saying somewhat. _Sham._ Mark the Language, As coy as fate; I see 'twill ne'er be granted. _Duke._ We little look'd in troth to see you here yet. _Sham._ Not till the day after my brother's death, I think.