De C. I saw him draw deep from your grace last night.
Duke. Two thousand ducats; but I expect 'em
with interest again.
Des. I cannot pawn myself to the unworthy ends
Of flattery and compliment; but this honour
Outbids the value of a thousand lives:
What this poor glimpse of expression can show me in;
Saints are not more unfeigned in their prayers,
Than I to serve you.
Claud. I shall not doubt, how much I may be indebted
To your noble wishes; but let me add, sir, he that
Lays out for me without my warrant, shall scarcely
Put it on my account for thanks—much less, debt.
Des. Not good devotions!
Claud. Them I desire, and shall repay.
Des. Then pay back mine.
Claud. I'm not to learn my prayers, sir.
Des. Teach me yours, that I may turn the virtue
Of their charms back to your bosom.
Claud. Colonel, mine would hardly please you;
I never pray for wars.