Duke. I am deaf
To any importunacy, and sorry
For your forgetfulness; you never injur'd
Your worth so much, you ought to be rebuk'd for't:
Pursue good ways, end as you did begin,
'Tis half the guilt to speak for such a sin.
La. This is loves beggery right, that now is ours,
When Ladies love, and cannot shew their powers. [Ex.
Du. La Nove?
1 Gent. My Lord.
Duke. Are these our new Attendants?
Lap. We are my Lord, and will endure as much
As better men, my Lord, and more I trust.
Duke. What's he?
1 Gent. My Lord, a decay'd Gentleman,
That will do any service.
Duke. A decay'd one?
1 Gent. A renounc'd one indeed: for this place only.