SCENA III.
Enter Archas, Theodore, 2 Daughters Honora and Viola.
Ar. Carry your self discreetly, it concerns me,
The Duke's come in, none of your froward passions,
Nor no distasts to any: Prethee Theodor,
By my life, boy, 'twill ruine me.
The. I have done Sir,
So there be no foul play he brings along with him.
Ar. What's that to you?
Let him bring what please him,
And whom, and how.
The. So they mean well—
Ar. Is't fit you be a Judge sirrah?
The. 'Tis fit I feel Sir.
Ar. Get a banquet ready,
And trim your selves up handsomly.
The. To what end?
Do you mean to make 'em whores?
Hang up a sign then,
And set 'em out to Livery.
Ar. Whose son art thou?
The. Yours Sir, I hope: but not of your disgraces.
Ar. Full twenty thousand men I have commanded,
And all their minds, with this calm'd all their angers;
And shall a boy of mine own breed too, of mine own blood,
One crooked stick—
The. Pray take your way, and thrive in't,
I'le quit your house; if taint or black dishonour
Light on ye, 'tis your own, I have no share in't.
Yet if it do fall out so, as I fear it,
And partly find it too—
Ar. Hast thou no reverence?
No dutie in thee?
The. This shall shew I obey ye:
I dare not stay: I would have shew'd my love too,
And that you ask as duty, with my life Sir,
Had you but thought me worthy of your hazards,
Which heaven preserve ye from, and keep the Duke too:
And there's an end of my wishes, God be with ye. [Exit.
Ar. Stubborn, yet full of that we all love, honesty.
Enter Burris.
Lord Burris, where's the Duke?
Bur. In the great chamber Sir,
And there stayes till he see you, ye 'have a fine house here.
Ar. A poor contented lodge, unfit for his presence,
Yet all the joy it hath.
Bur. I hope a great one, and for your good, brave Sir.
Ar. I thank ye Lord:
And now my service to the Duke.
Bur. I'le wait on ye. [Exeunt.
Enter Duke, Boroskey, Gent. and Attendants.
Duke. May this be credited?
Bor. Disgrace me else,
And never more with favour look upon me.
Duke. It seems impossible.
Bor. It cannot chuse Sir,
Till your own eyes behold it; but that it is so,
And that by this means the too haughtie Souldier
Has been so cramm'd and fed, he cares not for ye;
Believe, or let me perish: Let your eyes
As you observe the house, but where I point it,
Make stay, and take a view, and then you have found it.
Enter Archas, Burris, 2 Daughters, and Servant.
Du. I'le follow your direction: welcome Archas,
You are welcome home brave Lord, we are come to visit ye,
And thank ye for your service.
Ar. 'Twas so poor Sir,
In true respect of what I owe your Highness,
It merits nothing.
Du. Are these fair ones yours, Lord?
Ar. Their Mother made me think so Sir.
Du. Stand up Ladies:
Beshrew my heart they are fair ones; methinks fitter
The lustre of the Court, than thus live darken'd:
I would see your house Lord Archas, it appears to me
A handsom pile.
Ar. 'Tis neat but no great structure;
I'le be your Graces guide, give me the keyes there.
Du. Lead on, we'l follow ye: begin with the Gallery,
I think that's one.
Arc. 'Tis so, and't please ye, Sir,
The rest above are lodgings all.
Du. Go on, Sir. [Exeunt.