Duke. Report abroad speaks him as liberally;
And in my thoughts Fortune deserves but ill,
That she detain'd thus long her favours from him.
Lio. That will I make amends for.
Gas. Happy hour,
And happy me to see it! Now I perceive
He has more wit than myself.
Pet. What must I do?
Duke. What must you do? go straight and kneel before him,
And thank his highness for his love.
Pet. I can't speak,
I am so overcome with sudden gladness;
Yet I'll endeavour it. [He kneels.] Most mighty sovereign,
Thus low I bow in humble reverence,
To kiss the basis of your regal throne.
Lio. Rise up.
Pet. Your grace's servant.
Lio. We admit you
Our nearest favourite in place and council.
Duke. Go to, you are made for ever. [Aside.