_John._ Your pardon, Never a friend to him, cannot be friend To his own honour.
_Duke._ In what have I transgress'd it? Ye make a bold breach at the first, Sir.
_John._ Bolder, You made that breach that let in infamy, And ruine, to surprise a noble stock.
_John._ I will, and short; Ye have wrong'd a Gentleman, Little behind your self, beyond all justice, Beyond mediation of all friends.
_John._ _Petrucchio_, The wrong, ye have Whor'd his Sister.
_John._ His will is to oppose you like a Gentleman, And single, to decide all.
_Duke._ Now stay you, Sir, And hear me with the like belief: this Gentleman, His Sister that you nam'd, 'tis true I have long lov'd, Nor was that love lascivious, as he makes it; As true, I have enjoy'd her: no less truth, I have a Child by her: but that she, or he, Or any of that family are tainted, Suffer disgrace, or ruin, by my pleasures, I wear a Sword to satisfie the world no, And him in this cause when he please; for know, Sir, She is my Wife, contracted before Heaven, (Witness I owe more tye to, than her Brother) Nor will I flye from that name, which long since Had had the Churches approbation, But for his jealous danger.
_John._ Sir, your pardon, And all that was my anger, now my service.
_Duk._ Fair Sir, I knew I should convert ye; had we But that rough man here now too--
_John._ And ye shall, Sir, Whoa, hoa, hoo.
_Duke._ My noble Brother welcome: Come put your anger off, we'll no fighting, Unless you will maintain I am unworthy To bear that name.
_Duke._ Upon my soul, and truly; the first Priest Shall put you out of these doubts.
_Pet._ Now I love ye; And I beseech you pardon my suspicions, You are now more than a Brother, a brave friend too.
_John._ Why, the man has his Mare again, and all's well, _Frederick_, The Duke professes freely he's her Husband.
_John._ Yes, for modest Gentlemen. I must present ye: may it please your Grace, To number this brave Gentleman, my friend, And noble kinsman, amongst those your servants.
_Duke._ O my brave friend! you shower your bounties on me Amongst my best thoughts, Signior, in which number You being worthily dispos'd already, May place your friend to honour me.
_Fred._ My love, Sir, And where your Grace dares trust me, all my service.