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.
SCENE IV.
Enter Theodore, Putskey, and Ancient.
Puts. The Duke gone thither, do you say?
The. Yes marry do I,
And all the Ducklings too; but what they'll do there—
Puts. I hope they'll crown his service.
The. With a Custard;
This is no weather for rewards: they crown his service?
Rather they go to shave his Crown: I was rated
As if I had been a Dog had worried Sheep, out of doors,
For making but a doubt.
Puts. They must now grace him.
The. Mark but the end.
Anc. I am sure they should reward him, they cannot want him.
The. They that want honesty, want any thing.
Puts. The Duke is so noble in his own thoughts.
The. That I grant ye,
If those might only sway him: but 'tis most certain,
So many new born Flies his light gave life to,
Buzze in his beams, Flesh-flies, and Butterflies,
Hornets, and humming Scarabs, that not one honey Bee
That's loaden with true labour, and brings home
Encrease and Credit, can 'scape rifling,
And what she sucks for sweet, they turn to bitterness.
Anc. Shall we go see what they do, and talk our mind to 'em?
Puts. That we have done too much, and to no purpose.
Anc. Shall we be hang'd for him?
I have a great mind to be hang'd now
For doing some brave thing for him; a worse end will take me,
And for an action of no worth; not honour him?
Upon my Conscience, even the Devil, the very Devil
(Not to belie him) thinks him an honest man,
I am sure he has sent him souls any time these twenty years,
Able to furnish all his Fish-markets.
The. Leave thy talking,
And come, let's go to dinner and drink to him,
We shall hear more ere supper time: if he be honour'd,
He has deserv'd it well, and we shall fight for't:
If he be ruin'd, so, we know the worst then,
And for my self, I'll meet it.
Puts. I ne'r fear it. [Exeunt.