I will be Duchess yet! [She retires.
The Courtiers. Our Duchess yet!
A glorious lady! Worthy love and dread!
I'll stand by her,—and I, whate'er betide!
Gui. [To Valence.] Well done, well done, sir! I care not who knows,
You have done nobly and I envy you—
Though I am but unfairly used, I think:
For when one gets a place like this I hold,
One gets too the remark that its mere wages,
The pay and the preferment, make our prize.