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.