Yet is not to be pitied!

LE BRET (with a bitter smile):
My Lord Marshal!. . .

THE DUKE:
Pity him not! He has lived out his vows,
Free in his thoughts, as in his actions free!

LE BRET (in the same tone):
My Lord!. . .

THE DUKE (haughtily):
True! I have all, and he has naught;. . .
Yet I were proud to take his hand!
(Bowing to Roxane):
Adieu!

ROXANE:
I go with you.

(The Duke bows to Le Bret, and goes with Roxane toward the steps.)

THE DUKE (pausing, while she goes up):
Ay, true,--I envy him.
Look you, when life is brimful of success
--Though the past hold no action foul--one feels
A thousand self-disgusts, of which the sum
Is not remorse, but a dim, vague unrest;
And, as one mounts the steps of worldly fame,