Duke.
My very worthy cousin, fairly met;
Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see you.

Ang. and Escal.
Happy return be to your royal Grace!

Duke.
Many and hearty thanks be to you both:
We've made enquiry of you, and we hear

Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to publick thanks,
Forerunning more requital.

Ang.
You make my bonds still greater.

Duke.
Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subjects see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand:
And good supporters are you. [As the Duke is going out.

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