L. Dupe. O take heed of despair, my lord!
Lord. Madam, there is no medicine for this sickness, but only you; your friendship's my safe haven, else I am lost, and shipwrecked.
L. Dupe. Pray tell me what it is.
Lord. Could I express it by sad sighs and groans, or drown it with myself in seas of tears, I should be happy,—would, and would not tell.
L. Dupe. Command whatever I can serve you in; I will be faithful still to all your ends, provided they be just and virtuous.
Lord. That word has stopt me.
L. Dupe. Speak out, my lord, and boldly tell what 'tis.
Lord. Then, in obedience to your commands; your cousin is with child.
L. Dupe. Which cousin?
Lord. Your cousin Christian, here in the house.