Shall wait without unnoted: so I leave you
To your pious thoughts. [Exit.
Achil. 'Tis a strange impudence,
This fellow does put on.
Ach. The wonder great,
He is accepted of.
Achil. Vices, for him,
Make as free way as vertues doe for others.
'Tis the times fault: yet Great ones still have grace'd
To make them sport, or rub them o're with flattery,