Pet. I'll find some office
To gratulate thy pains.
Lio. What was the cause,
That you presented him no sooner to us?
We might have bred him up in our affairs,
And he have learnt the fashions of our court,
Which might have render'd him more active.
Duke. Doubt not,
His ingenuity will soon instruct him.
Lio. Then, to confirm him deeper in our friendship,
We here assign our sister for his wife.
What! is he bashful?
Pet. Speaks your grace in earnest?
Lio. What else? I'll have it so.
Duke. Why do you not step and take her?
Pet. Is't not a kind of treason?
Duke. Not if he bid you.
Pet. Divinest lady, are you so content?