Sham. There's nothing then but death
Can be a pennance fit for that confession.
Sold. But far from any vitious taint.
Sham. Oh Sir,
Vice is a mighty stranger grown to courtship.
Sold. Nay, then the fury of my wrong light on thee.
Enter 1 Gentleman, and others.
1 Gen. Forbear, the Duke's at hand.
Here, hard at hand, upon my reputation.
Sold. I must do something now. [Ex. Sold.
Sham. I'll follow you close Sir.
1 Gen. We must intreat you must not; for the Duke
Desires some conference with you.
Sham. Let me go,
As y'are Gentlemen.