Sham. I take a joy now, to confess it, Sir.
Enter 1 Gent.
1 Gent. My Lord—
Duke. Hear me first, Sir, what e'er your news be:
Set free the Soldier instantly.
1 Gent. 'Tis done, my Lord.
Duke. How?
1 Gent. In effect: 'twas part of my news too,
There's fair hope of your noble kinsman's life, Sir.
Duke. What sayst thou?
1 Gent. And the most admired change
That living flesh e'r had; he's not the man my Lord;
Death cannot be more free from passions, Sir,
Than he is at this instant: he's so meek now,
He makes those seem passionate, was never thought of:
And for he fears his moods have oft disturb'd you, Sir,
He's only hasty now for his forgiveness,
And here behold him, Sir.
Enter Passion, the Cupid, and two Brothers.