Enter Shamount's brother, a Soldier.
Sham. Oh the noblest welcome
That ever came from man, meet thy deservings:
Methinks I've all joyes treasure in mine arms now.
Sold. You are so fortunate in prevention, brother,
You always leave the answerer barren, Sir,
You comprehend in few words so much worth—
Sham. 'Tis all too little for thee: come th'art welcome,
So I include all: take especial knowledge pray,
Of this dear Gentleman, my absolute friend,
That loves a Soldier far above a Mistriss,
Thou excellently faithful to 'em both.
But love to manhood, owns the purer troth. [Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Shamont's brother, a Soldier and a Lady, the Dukes Sister.
Lady. There should be in this Gallery—oh th'are here,
Pray sit down, believe me Sir, I'm weary.
Sold. It well becomes a Lady to complain a little
Of what she never feels: your walk was short, Madam,
You can be but afraid of weariness;
Which well employs the softness of your Sex,
As for the thing it self, you never came to't.
La. You're wond'rously well read in Ladies, Sir.