Pir. Men of his soul and constitution cannot
Play with their passions, and stroke 'em tame,
When so provok'd. The duke!
Enter Duke De Bereo, passing over the stage, De Castro whispering with him, De Loome, La Gitterne, and other Attendants.
Duke. Let him be confident of me, in something
More worthy of himself than the command
H' has lost; and bid him use my promise.
De C. We are the creatures
Of your favour; and but own our lives
T' acknowledge it. [Exeunt.
Pir. Here's state embroidery!
But pray'e, what holiday things be they that spread
So in his train? I don't remember I left
Such faces in the court.
Samp. The first of them
Stalks in a knighthood, like a boy
In a Dutch burgher's doublet; and 'tis as much
Too wide for him; he has travell'd, and speaks languages,
As a barber's boy plays o' th' gittern; and those gay clouts, sir,
Came out of's father's shop.
Pir. His remnants.
The other? That looks like the age to come,
Which must be worse than this.
Samp. His fortune and industry
Has preferr'd him to be barber and pimp;
Two men's places, till of late our noblemen,
Growing frugal, do find one may do
Both the employments.
Pir. It is both thriving and genteel.
Samp. Genteel indeed; for they have produc'd knights,
And made statesmen of broken citizens with the help
Of a wife. But he, whose youth and sorrow shows him
Like a fair day, set in a cloudy evening is——