Duke. Let me give thanks first: our worthy Cosin—
Pas. Your unworthy trouble, Sir;
For which, with all acknowledg'd reverence,
I ask your pardon; and for injury
More known and wilful, I have chose a wife,
Without your counsel, or consent, my Lord.
Duke. A wife? where is she, Sir?
Pas. This noble Gentlewoman.
Duke. How?
Pas. Whose honor my forgetful times much wrong'd.
Duke. He's madder than he was.
1 Gent. I would ha' sworn for him.
Duke. The Cupid, Cosin?
Pas. Yes, this worthy Lady, Sir.