3d T. If he be, he's not the first that has been
hanged for treason, I hope. [Exeunt.
Enter the Duke and Claudilla.
Duke. That frown was shot with pretty tyranny
From your brow; but this kiss shall sacrifice
Me to my Claudilla's bosom.
Claud. You'll sully your honour in't; widows
are but rumpled stuff.
Duke. That again! By all my hopes and by
thyself, the next and greatest—
Claud. Your brother's crown's betwixt us.
Duke. I did [that] but to sharp De Flame into some
Expression of his wit and love.
Claud. Alas! he sighs all.
Duke. And, like some crude chaplain, spits most
Of his mind.
Claud. Yet the tame dove can tire me sometimes
With penn'd speeches, when we're alone, and flatter.
I'm resolv'd to bestow him on my woman.