Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still’d my brawling discontent.
Exit Boy.
Enter Duke disguised as before.
10 I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth [it] much displeased, but pleased my woe.
Duke. ’Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm
15 To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.