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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14548 ***
+
+236]                          The Laws of Candy
+
+
+                                A Tragi-Comedy
+
+
+             The works of Beaumont and Fletcher, edited by A.R. Walker
+
+
+
+
+
+Persons Represented in the Play.
+
+
+    Cassilanes, _General of_ Candy.
+    Antinous, _Son to_ Cassilanes, _and his Competitor_.
+    Fernando, _a Venetian Captain, Servant to_ Annophel.
+    Philander, _Prince of_ Cyprus, _passionately in love with_ Erota.
+    Gonzalo, _An ambitious Politick Lord of_ Venice.
+    Gaspero, _Secretary of State_.
+    Melitus, _a Gentleman of_ Candy.
+    Arcanes, _a noble Souldier, Friend to_ Cassilanes.
+    Decius, _Friend to_ Antinous.
+    Porphycio,
+    Possenne, _Senators_.
+    Paolo Michael, _Venetian Ambassadour_.
+    Mochingo, _an ignorant Servant to_ Erota.
+    _Gentlemen._
+    _Souldiers._
+    _Servants._
+
+
+_WOMEN_
+    Erota, _a Princess, imperious, and of an overweaning Beauty_.
+    Annophel, _Daughter to_ Cassilanes.
+    Hyparcha, _Attendant on the Princess_ Erota.
+
+
+
+
+
+      [_The Scene_ Candy]
+
+
+
+
+
+The principal Actors were,
+
+
+    _Joseph Taylor_.
+    _William Eglestone_.
+    _Nicholas Toolie_.
+    _Richard Sharpe_.
+    _John Lowin_.
+    _John Underwood_.
+    _George Birch_.
+    _Thomas Pollard_.
+
+
+
+
+
+237]
+Actus Primus
+
+
+
+
+Scena Prima
+
+      [Enter _Gaspero_, and _Melitus_]
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Sir, you're the very friend I wish'd to meet with,
+      I have a large discourse invites your ear
+      To be an Auditor.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      And what concerns it?
+
+Melitus:
+
+      The sadly thriving progress of the loves
+      Between my Lord, the Prince, and that great Lady,
+      Whose insolence, and never-yet-match'd Pride,
+      Can by no Character be well exprest,
+      But in her only name, the proud _Erota_.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Alas, _Melitus_, I should guess the best
+      Success your Prince could find from her, to be
+      As harsh as the event doth prove: but now
+      'Tis not a time to pity passionate griefs,
+      When a whole Kingdom in a manner lyes
+      Upon its Death-Bed bleeding.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Who can tell
+      Whether or no these plagues at once
+      Hang over this unhappy Land for her sake
+      That is a Monster in it?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Here's the misery
+      Of having a Child our Prince; else I presume
+      The bold _Venetians_ had not dar'd to attempt
+      So bloody an invasion.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Yet I wonder
+      Why (Master Secretary) still the Senate
+      So almost superstitiously adores
+      _Gonzalo_, the _Venetian_ Lord, considering
+      The outrage of his Countrymen--
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      The Senate
+      Is wise, and therein just, for this _Gonzalo_,
+      Upon a Massacre performed at Sea
+      By the Admiral of _Venice_, on a Merchant
+      Of _Candy_, when the cause was to be heard
+      Before the Senate there, in open Court
+      Professed, that the cruelty the Admiral
+      Had shewed, deserved not only fine, but death;
+238]  For _Candy_ then, and _Venice_ were at peace:
+      Since when upon a motion in the Senate,
+      For Conquest of our Land, 'tis known for certain,
+      That only this _Gonzalo_ dar'd to oppose it,
+      His reason was, because it too much savour'd
+      Of lawless and unjust ambition.
+      The Wars were scarce begun, but he (in fear
+      Of quarrels 'gainst his life) fled from his Country,
+      And hither came, where (to confirm his truth)
+      I know, (_Melitus_,) he out of his own store,
+      Hath monied _Cassilanes_ the General.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      What, without other pledges than _Cassilanes_
+      Bare promise of payment?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      No, it may be
+      He has some [pe]tty Lordship to retire to;
+      But thus he hath done; now 'tis fit, _Melitus_,
+      The Senate should be thankful, otherwise
+      They should annihilate one of those Laws
+      For which this Kingdome is throughout the World
+      Unfollowed and admired.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      What Laws are those, Sir?
+      Let me so much importune you.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      You shall,
+      And they be worth your knowledge: briefly thus:
+      Who e'r he be that can detect apparently
+      Another of ingratitude, for any
+      Received Benefit, the Plaintiff may
+      Require the Offenders life; unless he please
+      Freely and willingly to grant remission.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      By which strict Law, the Senate is in danger,
+      Should they neglect _Gonzalo_?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Right, the Law
+      Permits a like equality to Aliens,
+      As to a home-bred Patriot.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Pray Sir, the other?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Know, _Melitus_,
+      The elder _Cretans_ flourished many years,
+      In War, in Peace unparallel'd, and they
+      (To spur heroic Spirits on to Vertue)
+      Enacted that what man so ere he were,
+239]  Did noblest in the field against his enemy,
+      So by the general voice approv'd, and known,
+      Might at his home-return, make his demand
+      For satisfaction, and reward.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      They are
+      Both famous Laws indeed.
+
+      [Enter a Messenger]
+
+Messenger:
+
+      Master Secretary,
+      The Senate is about to sit, and crave
+      Your presence.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      What, so suddenly?
+
+Messenger:
+
+      These Letters
+      Will shew the causes why.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Heaven, thou art great,
+      And worthy to be thanked!
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Your countenance, Sir,
+      Doth promise some good tidings.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      O the best
+      And happiest for this land that e'r was told!
+      All the _Venetian_ Forces are defeated.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      How, Sir?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      And what doth add some delight more,
+      There is amongst the Souldiers a contention
+      Who shall be the triumpher, and it stands
+      Doubtful between a Father and his Son,
+      Old _Cassilanes_, and young _Antinous_.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Why may not both demand it?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      The Law denies it,
+      But where the Souldiers do not all consent,
+      The Parties in contention, are refer'd
+      To plead before the Senate; and from them
+      Upon an open audience to be judg'd
+      The Chief, and then to make demands.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      You ravish me
+      With wonder and delight.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Come; as we walk,
+      I shall more fully inform you.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+
+
+
+240]
+SCENE II
+
+
+      [Enter _Cassilanes_, _Arcanes_, _Antinous_, and _Decius_.]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Admit no Souldier near us till the Senate
+      Have took their places.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      You are obey'd, my Lord.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      _Decius_, fall off.
+
+Decius:
+
+      I shall.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Give leave _Arcanes_:
+      Young man, come nearer to me: who am I?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      It were a sin against the piety
+      Of filial duty, if I should forget
+      The debt I owe my Father on my knee:
+      Your pleasure?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      What, so low? canst thou find joints,
+      Yet be an Elephant? _Antinous_, rise;
+      Thou wilt belye opinion, and rebate
+      The ambition of thy gallantry, that they
+      Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd, should see
+      Their little God of War, kneel to his Father,
+      Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Sir,
+      For proof that I acknowledge you the Author
+      Of giving me my Birth, I have discharg'd
+      A part of my Obedience. But if now
+      You should (as cruel fathers do) proclaim
+      Your right, and Tyrant-like usurp the glory
+      Of my peculiar honours, not deriv'd
+      From successary, but purchas'd with my bloud,
+      Then I must stand first Champion for my self
+      Against all interposers.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Boldly urg'd,
+      And proudly, I could love thee, did not anger
+      Consult with just disdain, in open language
+      To call thee most ungrateful. Say freely,
+      Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereon
+      The reeling pillars of a popular breath
+      Have rais'd thy Giant-like conceit, to add
+      A suffrage to thy Fathers merit? speak.
+241]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Sir, hear me: were there not a Chronicle
+      Well pen'd by all their tongues, who can report
+      What they have seen you do; or had you not
+      Best in your own performance writ your self,
+      And been your own text, I would undertake
+      Alone, without the help of Art, or Character,
+      But only to recount your deeds in Arms,
+      And you should ever then be fam'd a President
+      Of living victory: But as you are
+      Great, and well worthy to be stiled Great,
+      It would betray a poverty of Spirit
+      In me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent,
+      If I should coward-like surrender up
+      The interest which the inheritance of your vertue
+      And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour:
+      My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which any
+      That wears a Sword, and hath but seen me fight,
+      Gives me, I will not share, nor yield one jot,
+      One tittle.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Not to me?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      You are my Father,
+      Yet not to you.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Ambitious Boy, how dar'st thou
+      To tell me, that thou wilt contend?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Had I
+      Been slothful, and not follow'd you in all
+      The streights of death, you might have justly then
+      Reputed me a Bastard: 'tis a cruelty
+      More than to murther Innocents, to take
+      The life of my yet infant-honour from me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      _Antinous_, look upon this badge of age,
+      Thy Father's grey-hair'd beard: full fifty years,
+      (And more than half of this, ere thou wert born)
+      I have been known a Souldier, in which time
+      I found no difference 'twixt War and Peace,
+      For War was Peace to me, and Peace was War.
+      _Antinous_, mark me well; there hath not liv'd
+      These fifty years a man whom _Crete_ prefer'd
+      Before thy Father; let me boldly boast,
+      Thy Father, both for Discipline a[n]d Action
+242]  Hath so long been the first of all his Nation;
+      Now, canst thou think it honest, charitable,
+      Nay humane, being so young, my Son, my Child,
+      Begot, bred, taught by me, by me thy Father,
+      For one days service, and that on thy first,
+      To rob me of a glory which I fought for
+      A half of hundred years?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      My case observes
+      Both equity and presidents; for Sir,
+      That very day whereon you got your Fame,
+      You took it from some other, who was then
+      Chief in repute, as you are now, and has been
+      Perhaps as many years deserving that
+      Which you gain'd in a day, as I have mine.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      But he was not my Father then, _Antinous_;
+      Thou leav'st out that.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Sir, had he been your Father,
+      He had been then immortal; for a Father
+      Heightens his reputation where his Son
+      Inherits it, as when you give us life,
+      Your life is not diminish'd but renew'd
+      In us when you are dead, and we are still
+      Your living Images.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      So be thou curs'd
+      In thy posterity, as I in thee,
+      Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun,
+      Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted
+      Upon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword,
+      And teaching this young Man to manage Arms,
+      That was a raw, fresh Novice in the feats
+      Of Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witness
+      Against this Brat of his Ingratitude?
+      Who, to eclipse the light of my renown,
+      Can no way hope to get a noble Name,
+      But by the treading on his Father's Greatness;
+      Thou wilt not yield?
+
+      [Enter _Arcanes_]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      My life, but not the prize
+      My Sword hath purchas'd.
+243]
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      The Senate,
+      My Lord, are here at hand, and all the Souldiers
+      Begin to throng about them.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Now, _Arcanes_, the--
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      What, Sir?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Trifles will affront us; that
+      Fine fighting Stripling.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Let him have the shame on't;
+      'Please you withdraw on this side.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      My great heart
+      Was never quail'd before.
+
+Decius:
+
+      My Lord, be confident,
+      Let not your Father daunt you.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      _Decius_, whither
+      Must I withdraw?
+
+Decius:
+
+      On this side.--See, the Souldiers
+      Attend your pleasure--courage, Sir; the Senate.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Way for the Senate.
+
+      [Enter  _Porphycio_,  _Possenne_, (three Senators) _Gonzalo_, _Gaspero_,
+      Souldiers]
+
+      My good Lords I know not
+      What tax of arrogance I may incurr,
+      Should I presume, though courted by your Favours,
+      To take a place amongst you; I had rather
+      Give proof of my unfeign'd humility
+      By force, though mean, yet more becoming place,
+      Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      My Lord, your wisdom is both known and try'd;
+      We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship
+      Than your great service to the State deserves.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Will't please you, Sir?
+
+      [Enter _Fernando_ with Souldiers.]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      What's here, my Lord _Porphycio_?
+      It must not be.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      My Lord, you are too modest.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      It is no season to be troublesome,
+      Else--but I have done: your Lordships are observ'd.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Is the demandant ready?
+244]
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      He is ready.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Produce him then.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Before this sacred presence,
+      I, by a general consent, am made
+      The Souldiers voice, and to your gracious Wisedoms,
+      Present as chief in Arms, his Countries Champion,
+      _Cassilanes._
+
+Decius:
+
+      Most reverend Lords, you hear the lesser number
+      Of those who have been Guardians to this Country,
+      Approve this Champion; I, in all their names,
+      Who fought for _Candy_, here present before you
+      The mightiest man in Arms, _Antinous_.
+      Speak fellow Souldiers.
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      _Antinous, Antinous_.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Stand by all, save the two Competitors.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      My Lords, how much your Countrey owes you both,
+      The due reward of your desertful glories
+      Must to Posterity remain: but yet
+      Since, by our Law, one only can make claim
+      To the proposed honours which you both
+      (It seems) have truly merited, take leave
+      Freely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Wherein priority of voice is granted,
+      Lord _Cassilanes_ to you; for that your rare
+      And long experience in the Course of War,
+      As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge
+      Of Order and Civility, for that
+      You are your brave Opponents worthy Father.
+      Say, Country-men, are you content?
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      I, I.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfit
+      It is for me, that all my life time have
+      Been practis'd in the School of Bloud, and Slaughter
+      To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel,
+      Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitcht
+      Another, and another field, like that
+      Which, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter'd,
+      Defeated, and made nothing, then the man
+      That had a heart to think he could but follow
+      (For equal me he should not) through the lanes
+245]  Of danger and amazement, might in that
+      That only of but following me, be happy,
+      Reputed worthy to be made my Rival;
+      For 'tis not, Lords, unknown to those about me,
+      (My fellow Souldiers) first, with what a confidence
+      I led them on to fight, went on still, and
+      As if I could have been a second Nature,
+      As well in heartening them by my example,
+      As by my exhortation, I gave life
+      To quicken courage, to inflame revenge,
+      To heighten resolution; in a word,
+      To out-doe action: It boots not to discover,
+      How that young man, who was not fledg'd nor skill'd
+      In Martial play, was even as ignorant
+      As childish: But I list not to disparage
+      His non-ability: The signal given
+      Of Battel, when our enemies came on,
+      (Directed more by fury, than by warrant
+      Of Policy and Stratagem) I met them,
+      I in the fore-front of the Armies met them;
+      And as if this old weather-beaten body
+      Had been compos'd of cannon-proof, I stood
+      The volleys of their shot. I, I my self
+      Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes:
+      But when we came to handy-stroaks, as often
+      As I lent blows, so often I gave wounds,
+      And every wound a death. I may be bold
+      To justifie a truth, this very sword
+      Of mine slew more than any twain besides:
+      And, which is not the least of all my glorie,
+      When he, this young man, hand to hand in fight,
+      Was by the General of the Venetians,
+      And such as were his retinue, unhors'd,
+      I stept between, and rescu'd him my self,
+      Or horses hoofs had trampled him to dirt;
+      And whilst he was re-mounting, I maintain'd
+      The combate with the gallant General,
+      Till having taken breath, he throng'd before me,
+      Renew'd the fight, and with a fatal blow,'
+      Stole both that honour from me, and his life
+246]  From him, whom I before my self alone,
+      Had more than full three quarters kill'd: a man
+      Well worthy only by this hand to have dy'd,
+      Not by a Boys weak push: I talk too much,
+      But 'tis a fault of age: If to bring home
+      Long peace, long victorie, even to your Capitol;
+      If to secure your Kingdom, wives, and children,
+      Your lives and liberties; if to renown
+      Your honours through the world, to fix your names,
+      Like Blazing stars admir'd, and fear'd by all
+      That have but heard of _Candy_, or a _Cretan_,
+      Be to deserve the approvement of my man-hood,
+      Then thus much have I done: what more, examine
+      The annals of my life; and then consider
+      What I have been, and am. Lords I have said.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      With reverence to the Senate, is it lawfull,
+      Without your Customes breach, to say a word?
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Say on my Lord _Gonzalo_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I have heard,
+      And with no little wonder, such high deeds
+      Of Chivalrie discours'd, that I confess,
+      I do not think the Worthies while they liv'd
+      All nine, deserv'd as much applause, or memorie,
+      As this one: But who can do ought to gain
+      The crown of honour from him, must be somewhat
+      More than a man; you tread a dangerous path,
+      Yet I shall hear you gladly: for believe me,
+      Thus much let me profess, in honours cause,
+      I would not to my Father, nor my King,
+      (My Countries Father) yield: if you transcend
+      What we have heard, I can but only say,
+      That Miracles are yet in use. I fear
+      I have offended.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      You have spoken nobly.
+      _Antinous_ use your priviledge.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Princely Fathers,
+      E're I begin, one suit I have to make,
+      'Tis just, and honourable.
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      Speak, and have it.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      That you would please the souldiers might all stand
+247]  Together by their General.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      'Tis granted.
+      All fall to yonder side: Go on, _Antinous_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I shall be brief and plain: all what my Father
+      (This Countries Patron) hath discours'd, is true.
+      Fellows in Arms: speak you, is't true?
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      True, true.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      It follows, that the blaze of my performance
+      Took light from what I saw him do: and thus
+      A City (though the flame be much more dreadfull)
+      May from a little spark be set on fire;
+      Of all what I have done, I shall give instance
+      Only in three main proofs of my desert.
+      First I sought out (but through how many dangers
+      My Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander,
+      The head of that huge body, whose proud weight
+      Our Land shrunk under, him I found and fought with,
+      Fought with, and slew. Fellows in Arms, speak you,
+      Is't true or not?
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      True, true.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      When he was faln,
+      The hearts of all our adversaries
+      Began to quail, till young _Fernando_, son
+      To the last Duke of _Venice_ gather'd head,
+      And soon renew'd the field, by whose example
+      The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage
+      Had got the better of the day; our men
+      Supposing that their adversaries grew
+      Like _Hydra's_ head, recoyle, and 'gan to flye:
+      I follow'd them; and what I said, they know;
+      The summe on't is; I call'd them back, new rankt them;
+      Led on, they follow'd, shrunk not t[i]ll the end:
+      Fellows in Arms is't true, or no?
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      True, true.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Lastly, to finish all, there was but one,
+      The only great exploit; which was to take
+      _Fernando_ prisoner, and that hand to hand
+      In single fight I did: my self without
+      The help of any arm, save the arm of Heaven.
+      Speak Souldiers, is it true, or no?
+248]
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      _Antinous, Antinous_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Behold my prisoner, Fathers.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      This one man
+      Ruin'd our Army, and hath glorifi'd
+      _Crete_ in her robes of mightiness and conquest.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      We need not use long circumstance of words,
+      _Antinous_ thou art conquerer: the Senate,
+      The souldiers, and thy valour have pronounc'd it.
+
+All:
+
+      _Antinous, Antinous_.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Make thy demand.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Please ye (my Lords) give leave
+      That I may part.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      No _Cassilane_, the Court
+      Should therein be dishonour'd, do not imagin
+      We prize your presence at so slight a rate.
+      Demand, _Antinous_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Thus (my Lords) to witness
+      How far I am from arrogance, or thinking
+      I am more valiant, though more favour'd
+      Than my most matchless father, my demand is,
+      That for a lasting memorie of his name,
+      His deeds, his real, nay his royal worth,
+      You set up in your Capitol in Brass
+      My Fathers Statue, there to stand for ever
+      A Monument and Trophy of his victories,
+      With this Inscription to succeeding ages,
+      _Great_ Cassilanes, _Patron of Candy's Peace_,
+      _Perpetual Triumpher_.
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      It is granted. What more?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      No more.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      How Boy?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Thou art immortal,
+      Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties
+      Of an unconquer'd minde.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      My Prisoner, Lords,
+      To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender:
+      Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give
+      For largess to the Souldiers: the other half
+      To the erection of this monument.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Ambitious villain.
+249]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Thou art all un-imitable.
+      My Lords, to work a certain peace for _Candy_
+      With _Venice_, use _Fernando_ like a Prince;
+      His ransom I'le disburse what e're it be:
+      Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions
+      Of amitie shall be concluded on:
+      Are ye content?
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      We are, and ever rest
+      Both friends and debters to your nobleness.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Souldiers attend me in the Market-place,
+      Fie thither send your largess.
+
+Souldiers:
+
+      _Antinous, Antinous_.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      I have a sute too, Lords.
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      Propose it, 'tis yours, if fit and just.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Let not my services,
+      My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse
+      To you, and to the State, be branded now
+      With Ignominy ne're to be forgotten:
+      Rear me no Monument, unless you mean
+      To have me fam'd a Coward, and be stamp'd so.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      We understand you not.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Proud boy, thou dost,
+      And Tyrant-like insult'st upon my shame.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity,
+      What I did, was but only to inforce
+      The Senates gratitude. I now acknowledge it.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy
+      Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours:
+      He knows no mention can of me be made,
+      But that it ever likewise must be told,
+      How I by him was master'd; and for surety
+      That all succeeding times may so report it,
+      He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs
+      Ingrav'd in Brass: hence, hence proceeds the falshood
+      Of his insinuating piety.
+      Thou art no child of mine: thee and thy bloud,
+      Here in the Capitol, before the Senate,
+      I utterly renounce: So thrift and fate
+      Confirm me; henceforth never see my face,
+      Be, as thou art, a villain to thy Father.
+250]  Lords I must crave your leaves: come, come _Arcanes_.
+
+                                                                          [Ex.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Here's a strange high-born spirit.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      'Tis but heat
+      Of suddain present rage; I dare assure _Antinous_ of his favour.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I not doubt it,
+      He is both a good man, and a good Father.
+      I shall attend your Lordships.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Do _Antinous_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Yes: feast thy Triumphs
+      With applause and pleasures.
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      Lead on.
+
+                                                       [Exeunt. Flor. Cornets.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I utterly renounce--'Twas so?
+      Was't not, my _Decius_?
+
+Decius:
+
+      Pish, you know, my Lord,
+      Old men are cholerick.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      And lastly parted
+      With, never henceforth see my face: O me,
+      How have I lost a Father? Such a Father!
+      Such a one _Decius_! I am miserable,
+      Beyond expression.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Fie, how unbecoming
+      This shews upon your day of fame!
+
+Antinous:
+
+      O mischief!
+      I must no more come near him; that I know,
+      And am assur'd on't.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Say you do not?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      True:
+      Put case I do not: what is _Candy_ then
+      To lost _Antinous_? _Malta_, I resolve
+      To end my dayes in thee.
+
+Decius:
+
+      How's that?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I'le trie
+      All humble means of being reconcil'd,
+      Which if deny'd, then I may justly say,
+      This day has prov'd my worst: _Decius_, my worst.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+
+
+
+
+251]
+Actus Secundus
+
+
+
+
+Scena Prima
+
+      [Enter _Gonzalo_, and _Gaspero_]
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Now to what you have heard; as no man can
+      Better than I, give you her Character;
+      For I have been both nurs'd, and train'd up to
+      Her petulant humours, and been glad to bear them,
+      Her Brother, my late Master, did no less:
+      Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath
+      Made her believe that she is more than woman:
+      And as there did not want those flatterers
+      'Bout the worlds Conquerour, to make him think,
+      And did perswade him that he was a god;
+      So there be those base flies, that will not stick
+      To buzze into her ears she is an Angel,
+      And that the food she feeds on is _Ambrosia_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      She should not touch it then, 'tis Poets fare.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      I may take leave to say, she may as well
+      Determine of her self to be a goddess,
+      With lesser flatterie than he a god:
+      For she does conquer more, although not farther.
+      Every one looks on her, dyes in despair,
+      And would be glad to do it actually,
+      To have the next age tell how worthily,
+      And what good cause he had to perish so:
+      Here beauty is superlative, she knows it,
+      And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve,
+      But ought to perish, and to dye for her:
+      Many great Princes for her love have languish'd,
+      And given themselves a willing sacrifice,
+      Proud to have ended so: And now there is
+      A Prince so madded in his own passions,
+      That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to,
+      And deems it happiness to be her slave.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You talk as if you meant to winde me in,
+      And make me of the number.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye
+      Shall plead for me: I tell you what she is,
+      What she expects, and what she will effect,
+252]  Unless you be the miracle of men,
+      That come with a purpose to behold,
+      And goe away your self.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me,
+      How is she stor'd with wit?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      As with beauty,
+      Infinite, and more to be admired at,
+      Than medled with.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters:
+      And so boldly, so readily, as you would judge
+      It penn'd and studied.
+
+      [Enter  _Erota_,   _Philander_,   _Annophil_,   _Hyparcha_,   _Mochingo_
+Attendants]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      She comes.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      I must leave you then,
+      But my best wishes shall remain with you.
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Still I must thank you.
+      This is the most passionate,
+      Most pitifull Prince,
+      Who in the Caldron of affections,
+      Looks as he had been par-boy'ld.
+
+Philander:
+
+      If I offend with too much loving you,
+      It is a fault that I must still commit,
+      To make your mercy shine the more on me.
+
+Erota:
+
+      You are the self-same creature you condemn,
+      Or else you durst not follow me with hope
+      That I can pity you, who am so far
+      From granting any comfort in this kind,
+      That you and all men else shall perish first:
+      I will live free and single, till I find
+      Something above a man to equal me;
+      Put all your brave _Heroes_ into one,
+      Your Kings and Emperours, and let him come
+      In person of a man, and I should scorn him:
+      Must, and will scorn him.
+      The god of love himself hath lost his eyes,
+      His Bow and Torch extinguish'd, and the Poets
+      That made him first a god, have lost their fire
+253]  Since I appear'd, and from my eyes must steal it.
+      This I dare speak; and let me see the man,
+      Now I have spoke it, that doth, dare deny;
+      Nay, not believe it.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      He is mad that does not.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Have not all the nations of the Earth heard of me?
+      Most come to see me, and seeing me, return'd
+      Full of my praises? teaching their Chroniclers
+      To make their Stories perfect? for where the name,
+      Merely the word of fair _Erota_ stands,
+      It is a lasting History to time,
+      Begetting admiration in the men,
+      And in my own Sex envie: which glorie's lost,
+      When I shall stick my beautie in a cloud,
+      And clearly shine through it.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      This woman's in the altitudes, and he must be
+      A good Astrologer shall know her Zodiack.
+
+Philander:
+
+      For any man to think
+      Himself an able purchaser of you,
+      But in the bargain there must be declar'd
+      Infinite bounty: otherwise I vow,
+      By all that's excellent and gracious in you,
+      I would untenant every hope lodg'd in me,
+      And yield my self up loves, or your own Martyr.
+
+Erota:
+
+      So you shall please us.
+
+Philander:
+
+      O you cannot be
+      So heavenly, and so absolute in all things,
+      And yet retain such cruel tyranny.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I can, I do, I will.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      She is in her
+      Moods, and her Tenses: I'le Grammer with you,
+      And make a trial how I can decline you:
+      By your leave (great Lady.)
+
+Erota:
+
+      What are you?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      A man, a good man, that's a wealthy;
+      A Proper man, and a proud man too; one
+      That understands himself, and knows, unless
+      It be your self, no woman on the Universe deserves him.
+      Nay, Lady, I must tell you too withal,
+      I may make doubt of that, unless you paint
+254]  With better judgement next day than on this;
+      For (plain I must be with you) 'tis a dull Fucus.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Knows any one here what this fellow is?
+
+Attendants:
+
+      He is of _Venice_ (Madam) a great Magnifico,
+      And gracious with the Senate.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Let him keep then among them; what makes he here?
+      Here's state enough where I am: here's a do--
+      You, tell him, if he have ought with us, let him
+      Look lower, and give it in Petition.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Mighty Magnifico, my Mistris bid me tell you,
+      If you have ought with her, you must look lower,
+      And yield it in Petition.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Here is for thee a Ducket.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      You say well Sir, take your own course.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I will not grace you
+      (Lady) so much as take you by the hand;
+      But when I shall vouchsafe to touch your lip,
+      It shall be through your Court a holy-day
+      Proclaimed for so high favour.
+
+Erota:
+
+      This is some
+      Great mans Jester: Sirrah, begon, here is
+      No place to fool in.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Where are the fools you talk of?
+      I do keep two.
+
+Erota:
+
+      No question of it: for
+      In your self you do maintain an hundred.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And besides them I keep a noble train,
+      Statists, and men of aclion: my purse is large and deep,
+      Beyond the reach of riot to draw drie:
+      Fortune did vie with Nature, to bestow
+      (When I was born) her bountie equally:
+      'Tis not amiss you turn your eyes from me;
+      For should you stand and gaze me in the face,
+      You perish would, like _Semele_ by _Jove_:
+      In _Venice_ at this instant there do lye
+      No less than threescore Ladies in their graves,
+      And in their Beds five hundred for my love.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      You lie more than they; yet it becomes him bravel[y];
+      Would I could walk and talk so! I'le endeavour it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Sir, do you know me?
+255]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Yes, you were sister to the late Prince of _Candy_,
+      Aunt to this young one: and I in _Venice_,
+      Am born a Lord; equall to you in fortunes,
+      In shape; I'le say no more, but view.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      There needs no more be said, were I a woman--
+      O he does rarely: in shape; I'le say no more,
+      But view: who could say more, who better?
+      Man is no man, nor woman woman is,
+      Unless they have a pride like one of these.
+      How poor the Prince of _Cyprus_ shews to him!
+      How poor another Lady unto her!
+      Carriage and State makes us seem demi-gods,
+      Humility, like beasts, worms of the Earth.
+
+      [Enter _Antinous_, and _Decius_.]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Royal Lady, I kiss your hand.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Sir, I know you not.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      O my noble Brother, welcom from the wars.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Dear Sister.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Where is my Father, that you come without him?
+      We have news of your success: he has his health I hope?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Yes Sister, he has his health, but is not well.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      How not well? what Riddles do yo[u] utter?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I'le tell you more in private.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Noble Sir,
+      I cannot be unmindfull of your merit,
+      Since I last heard it: you are a hopefull youth,
+      And (indeed) the Soul of _Candy_.
+      I must speak my thoughts.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      The Prince of _Cyprus_ Brother, good _Decius_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I am his Servant.
+
+Philander:
+
+      You are the Patron of your Countrie, Sir,
+      So your unimitable deeds proclaim you,
+      It is no language of my own, but all mens.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Your Enemies must needs acknowledge it:
+      Then do not think it flatterie in your friends,
+      For if they had a heart, they could not want a tongue.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Is this your Brother _Annophil_?
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Yes Madam.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Your name's _Antinous_?
+256]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I am (Lady) that most unfortunate man.
+
+Erota:
+
+      How unfortunate? are you not the Souldier,
+      The Captain of those Captains, that did bring
+      Conquest and Victory home along with you?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I had some share in't; but was the least
+      Of the least worthy.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      O Sir, in your modesty you'ld make
+      A double Conquest: I was an ear-witness
+      When this young man spoke lesser than he acted,
+      And had the Souldiers voice to help him out:
+      But that the Law compell'd him for his honour,
+      To inforce him make a claim for his reward,
+      I well perceive he would have stood the man
+      That he does now, buried his worth in silence.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you,
+      And find more in you than he can relate:
+      You shall attend on me.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam, your pardon.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Deny it not Sir, for it is more honour
+      Than you have gotten i'th' field: for know you shall,
+      Upon _Erota's_ asking, serve _Erota_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I may want answers, Lady,
+      But never want a will to do you service.
+      I came here to my Sister, to take leave,
+      Having enjoyn'd my self to banishment,
+      For some cause that hereafter you may hear,
+      And wish with me I had not the occasion.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      There shall be no occasion to divide us:
+      Dear Madam for my sake use your power,
+      Even for the service that he ought to owe,
+      Must, and does owe to you, his friends, and country.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Upon your Loyalty to the state and me,
+      I do command you Sir, not depart Candy:
+      Am I not your Princess?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      You are a great Lady.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Then shew your self a Servant and a Subject.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I am your vassal.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      You are a Coward; I that dare not fight,
+      Scorn to be vassail to any Prince in _Europe_:
+      Great is my heart with pride, which I'le encrease
+257]  When they are gone, with practise on my Vassals.
+
+Attendants:
+
+      The noble _Cassilane_ is come to see you Madam.
+
+Decius:
+
+      There's comfort in those words, _Antinous_:
+      For here's the place, and persons that have power,
+      To reconcile you to his love again.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      That were a fortunate meeting.
+
+      [Enter _Cassilane_, and _Arcanes_.]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Greatness still wait you Lady.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Good _Cassilane_, we do maintain our greatness,
+      Through your valour.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      My prayers pull daily blessings on thy head,
+      My un-offending child, my _Annophel_.
+      Good Prince, worthy _Gonzalo_! ha? art thou here
+      Before me? in every action art thou ambitious?
+      My duty (Lady) first offered here,
+      And love to thee (my child) though he out-strip me;
+      Thus in the wars he got the start on me,
+      By being forward, but performing less;
+      All the endeavours of my life are lost,
+      And thrown upon that evil of mine own
+      Cursed begetting, whom I shame to father.
+      O that the heat thou rob'dst me of, had burnt
+      Within my Entrails, and begot a feaver,
+      Or some worse sickness, for thou art a disease
+      Sharper than any Physick gives a name to.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Why do you say so?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      O _Annophil_; there is good cause my girle:
+      He has plaid the thief with me, and filch'd away
+      The richest jewel of my life, my honour,
+      Wearing it publickly with that applause,
+      As if he justly did inherit it.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Would I had in my Infancy been laid
+      Within my grave, covered with your blessings rather
+      Than grown up to a man, to meet your curses.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      O that thou hadst.
+      Then I had been the Father of a child,
+      Dearer than thou wert ever unto me,
+      When hope perswaded me I had begot
+      Another self in thee: Out of mine eyes,
+258]  As far as I have thrown thee from my heart,
+      That I may live and dye forgetting thee.
+
+Erota:
+
+      How has he deserv'd this untam'd anger,
+      That when he might have ask't for his reward
+      Some honour for himself, or mass of pelf,
+      He only did request to have erected
+      Your Statue in the Capitol, with Titles
+      Ingrav'd upon't, The Patron of his Countrey?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      That, that's the poison in the gilded cup,
+      The Serpent in the flowers, that stings my honour,
+      And leaves me dead in fame: Gods do a justice,
+      And rip his bosom up, that men may see,
+      Seeing, believe the subtle practises
+      Written within his heart: But I am heated,
+      And do forget this presence, and my self.
+      Your pardon, Lady.
+
+Erota:
+
+      You should not ask, 'less you knew how to give.
+      For my sake _Cassilane_, cast out of your thoughts
+      All ill conceptions of your worthy son,
+      That (questionless) has ignorantly offended,
+      Declared in his penitence.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Bid me dye, Lady, for your sake I'le do it;
+      But that you'l say is nothing, for a man
+      That has out-liv'd his honour: But command me
+      In any thing save that, and _Cassilane_
+      Shall ever be your servant. Come _Annophel_,
+      (My joy in this world) thou shalt live with me,
+      (Retired in some solitarie nook,)
+      The comfort of my age; my dayes are short,
+      And ought to be well spent: and I desire
+      No other witness of them but thy self,
+      And good _Arcanes_.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      I shall obey you Sir.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Noble Sir:
+      If you taste any want of worldly means,
+      Let not that discontent you: know me your friend,
+      That hath, and can supply you.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Sir, I am too much bound to you already,
+      And 'tis not of my cares the least, to give you
+      Fair satisfaction.
+259]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You may imagine I do speak to that end,
+      But trust me, 'tis to make you bolder with me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Sir, I thank you, and may make trial of you,
+      Mean time my service.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Brother be comforted; so long as I continue
+      Within my Fathers love, you cannot long
+      Stand out an Exile: I must goe live with him,
+      And I will prove so good an Orator
+      In your behalf, that you again shall gain him,
+      Or I will stir in him another anger,
+      And be lost with you.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Better I were neglected: for he is hasty,
+      And through the Choler that abounds in him,
+      (Which for the time divides from him his judgement)
+      He may cast you off, and with you his life;
+      For grief will straight surprize him, and that way
+      Must be his death: the sword has try'd too often,
+      And all the deadly Instruments of war
+      Have aim'd at his great heart, but ne're could touch it:
+      Yet not a limb about him wants a scar.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Madam my duty--
+
+Erota:
+
+      Will you be gone?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      I must, Lady, but I shall be ready,
+      When you are pleas'd command me, for your service.
+      Excellent Prince--To all my heartie love,
+      And a good Farewel.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Thanks honest _Cassilane_.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Come _Annophel_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Shall I not wait upon you Sir?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      From hence you shall not stir a foot:
+      Loving _Gonzalo_, it must be all my study
+      To requite you.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      If I may be so fortunate to deserve
+      The name of friend from you, I have enough.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      You are so, and you have made your self so.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I will then preserve it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_ you are my servant, are you not?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      It hath pleased you so to grace me.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Why are you then dejected? you will say,
+      You have lost a father; but you have found a Mistris
+260]  Doubles that loss: be master of your spirit;
+      You have a cause for it, which is my favour.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And mine.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Will no man ease me of this fool?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Your fellow.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_ wait upon us.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I shall Madam.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Nay but Ladie, Ladie.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Sir, you are rude: and if you be the Master
+      Of such means as you do talk of, you should
+      Learn good manners.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      O Lady, you can find a fault in me,
+      But not perceive it in your self: you must, shall hear me:
+      I love you for your pride, 'tis the best vertue
+      In you.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I could hang this fellow now: by whom
+      Are you supported, that you dare do this?
+      Have you not example here in a Prince
+      Transcending you in all things, yet bears himself
+      As doth become a man had seen my beautie?
+      Back to your Country, and your Curtizans,
+      Where you may be admired for your wealth,
+      Which being consum'd, may be a means to gain you
+      The opinion of some wit. Here's nothing
+      To be got but scorn, and loss of time.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Which are things I delight in.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_ follow me.
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      She is vext to the soul.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Let her be vext, 'tis fit she should be so:
+      Give me thy hand _Gonzalo_, thou art in our favour,
+      For we do love to cherish lofty spirits,
+      Such as percusse the Earth, and bound
+      With an erected countenance to the clouds.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      'S-foot, what thing is this?
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      I do love fire-works, because they mount:
+      An Exhalation I profess to adore,
+      Beyond a fixed star, 'tis more illustrious,
+      As every thing rais'd out of smoak is so:
+      Their vertue is in action: what do you think of me?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Troth Sir,
+261]  You are beyond my ghess, I know you not.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Do you know your self?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Yes Sir.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Why you and I are one: I am proud, and
+      Very proud too, that I must tell you; I saw
+      It did become you, cousin _Gonzalo_, prethee
+      Let it be so.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Let it be so good cousin.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      I am no great ones fool.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I hope so, for alliance sake.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Yet I do serve the Mighty, Monstrous, and Magnanimous
+      Invincible _Erota_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      O good cousin, now I have you: I'le meet you in your Coat.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Coat? I have my horse-mans coat I must confess
+      Lin'd through with Velvet, and a Scarlet out-side;
+      If you'll meet me in't, I'le send for't;
+      And cousin you shall see me with much comfort,
+      For it is both a new one, and a right one,
+      It did not come collateral.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Adieu good cousin; at this present I have some business.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Farewel, excellent cousin.
+
+
+
+
+
+Actus Tertius
+
+
+
+
+Scena Prima
+
+      [Enter _Gonzalo_, and _Fernando_.]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      _Candy_, I say, is lost already.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Yes,
+      If to be conqueror be to be lost.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You have it; one days conquest hath undone them.
+      And sold them to their vassalage; for what
+      Have I else toyl'd my brains, profusely emptied
+      My moneys, but to make them slaves to _Venice_,
+      That so in case the sword did lose his edge,
+      Then art might sharpen hers?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      _Gonzalo_ how?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      _Fernando_ thus: you see how through this Land,
+      Both of the best and basest I am honour'd;
+      I only gave the State of _Venice_ notice,
+      When, where, and how to land, or you had found
+262]  A better entertainment: I was he
+      Encourag'd young _Antinous_ to affront
+      The Devil his Father: for the Devil I think
+      Dares not do more in battel.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      But why did ye?
+      I find no such great policie in that.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Indeed _Fernando_, thou canst fight, not plot:
+      Had they continu'd one, they two alone
+      Were of sufficient courage and performance
+      To beat an Armie.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Now by all my hopes,
+      I rather shall admire, than envy vertue.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Why then by all your hopes you'l rather have
+      Your Brains knockt out, than learn how to be wise;
+      You States-man? Well Sir, I did more than this,
+      When _Cassilane_ crav'd from the common treasure
+      Pay for his Souldiers, I strook home, and lent him
+      An hundred thousand Duckets.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Marry Sir,
+      The policy was little, the love l[e]ss,
+      And honesty least of all.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      How say ye by that?
+      Go fight, I say goe fight, I'le talk no more with you,
+      You are insensible.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Well, I shall observe ye.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Why look you Sir, by this means have I got
+      The greatest part of _Cassilanes_ estate
+      Into my hands, which he can ne're redeem,
+      But must of force sink: do you conceive me now?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      So:
+      But why have you importuned the Senate,
+      For me to sojourn with them?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      There's the quintessence,
+      The soul, and grand elixir of my wit:
+      For he (according to his noble nature)
+      Will not be known to want, though he do want,
+      And will be bankrupted so much the sooner,
+      And made the subject of our scorn and laughter.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Here's a perfect plotted stratagem.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Why? could you
+263]  Imagine, that I did not hate in heart
+      My Countryes enemies? yes, yes, _Fernando_,
+      And I will be the man that shall undoe them.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Ye are in a ready way.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I was never out on't.
+
+      [Enter _Gaspero_]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Peace,
+      Here comes a wise Coxcombe, a tame Coward.
+      Now worthy _Gaspero_, what,
+      You come (I know) to be my Lord _Fernando_'s
+      Conducter to old _Cassilane_?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      To wait upon him.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And my Lords the Senators sent you?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      My noble Lord they did.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      My Lord _Fernando_,
+      This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him)
+      Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word,
+      'Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser
+      Than honest, nor more honest than approv'd
+      In truth and faith.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      My Lord.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You may be bold
+      To trust him with your bosom, he'l not deceive
+      If you relie upon him once.
+
+[Fernando]:
+
+      Your name is _Gaspero_?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Your servant.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Go commend me
+      (Right honest _Gaspero_) commend me heartily
+      To noble _Cassilane_, tell him my love
+      Is vow'd to him.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      I shall.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I know you will.
+      My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Sir, you are now my guide.
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Thus my designs
+      Run uncontroul'd; yet _Venice_ though I be
+      Intelligencer to thee, in my brain
+      Are other large Projects: for if proud _Erota_
+      Bend to my lure, I will be _Candy's_ King,
+264]  And Duke of _Venice_ too. Ha? _Venice_ too?
+      O 'twas prettily shov'd in: why not? _Erota_
+      May in her love seal all sure: if she swallow
+      The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet _Candy_
+      Despight of all her power shall be ruin'd.
+
+      [Enter _Cassilane_, _Arcanes_, and _Annophel_]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Urge me no farther _Annopbel_.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      My Lord.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy;
+      For though 'tis true, this solitary life
+      Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child,
+      Yet 'tis the sweetest Guardian to protect
+      Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady
+      Tender and delicate in years and graces,
+      That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure,
+      Is ship-wrackt on the shore; for 'tis much safer
+      To trust the Ocean in a leaking ship,
+      Than follow greatness in the wanton rites
+      Of luxurie and sloth.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      My wishes Sir,
+      Have never soar'd a higher flight, than truly
+      To find occasion wherein I might witness
+      My duty and obedience.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      'Tis well said,
+      Canst thou forbear to laugh _Arcanes_?
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Why Sir?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      To look upon my beggerie, to look upon
+      My patience in my beggerie: Tell me,
+      Does it shew handsom? bravely?
+      Handsom? thou wilt flatter me,
+      And swear that I am miserable.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Nothing
+      More glorifies the noble, and the valiant,
+      Than to despise contempt: if you continue
+      But to enjoy your self, you in your self
+      Enjoy all store besides.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      An excellent change:
+      I that some seven Apprentice-ships commanded
+      A hundred Ministers, that waited on
+265]  My nod, and sometimes twenty thousand souldiers,
+      Am now retir'd, attended in my age
+      By one poor maid, follow'd by one old man.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Sir, you are lower in your own repute
+      Than you have reason for.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      The _Roman_ Captains,
+      I mean the best, such as with their blouds
+      Purchas'd their Countreys peace, the Empires glorie,
+      Were glad at last to get them to some Farmes,
+      Off-from the clamours of the ingratefull great ones,
+      And the unsteady multitude, to live
+      As I do now, and 'twas their blessing too,
+      Let it be ours _Arcanes_.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      I cannot but
+      Applaud your scorn of injuries.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Of injuries?
+      _Arcanes_, _Annophel_, lend both your hands.
+      So, what say ye now?
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Why now my Lord--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      I swear
+      By all my past prosperities; thus standing
+      Between you two, I think my self as great,
+      As mighty, as if in the Capitol
+      I stood amidst the Senators, with all
+      The _Cretan_ subjects prostrate at my feet.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Sir, you are here more safe.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      And more beloved:
+      Why look ye Sirs, I can forget the weakness
+      Of the traduced Souldiers, the negleft
+      Of the fair-spoken Senate, the impietie
+      Of him, the villain, whom (to my dishonour)
+      The World miscalls my son.
+      But by the--
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Sir, remember that you promis'd no occasion
+      Should move your patience.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Thou do'st chide me friendly,
+      He shall not have the honour to be thought upon
+      Amongst us.
+
+      [Enter _a Servant_.]
+
+      Now? the news?
+266]
+
+Servant:
+
+      The Secretarie,
+      With the _Venetian_ prisoner, desire
+      Admittance to your Lordship.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      How? to me?
+      What mysterie is this? _Arcanes_ can they,
+      Thinkst thou, mean any good?
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      My Lord, they dare not
+      Intend ought else but good.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      'Tis true, they dare not;
+      _Arcanes_ welcom them: Come hither _Annophel_,
+      Stand close to me, we'l change our affability
+      Into a form of State: and they shall know
+      Our heart is still our own.
+
+      [Enter _Arcanes_, _Fernando_, and _Gaspero_.]
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      My Lord--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      _Arcanes_,
+      I know them both: _Fernando_, as you are
+      A man of greatness, I should under-value
+      The right my sword hath fought for, to observe
+      Low-fawning complements, but as you are
+      A Captive and a stranger, I can love you,
+      And must be kind. You are welcom.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      'Tis the all
+      Of my ambition.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      And for proof how much
+      He truly honours your heroick vertues,
+      The Senate on his importunity,
+      Commend him to your Lordships guard.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      For what?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      During the time of his abode in _Candy_,
+      To be your houshold guest.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Wherein my Lord,
+      You shall more make me debtor to your nobleness,
+      Than if you had return'd me without ransom.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Are you in earnest Sir?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      My sute to the Senate
+      Shall best resolve you that.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Come hither Secretarie,
+      Look that this be no trick now put upon me:
+267]  For if it be--Sirrah--
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      As I have troth
+      (My Lord) it only is a favour granted
+      Upon _Fernando's_ motion, from himself:
+      Your Lordship must conceive, I'de not partake
+      Ought, but what should concern your honour; Who
+      Has been the prop, our Countries shield, and safety,
+      But the renowned _Cassilane_?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Applause?
+      Is _Gaspero_--puff--nothing--why, young Lord,
+      Would you so much be sequester'd from those
+      That are the blazing Comets of the time,
+      To live a solitary life with me?
+      A man forsaken? all my hospitality
+      Is now contracted to a few; these two,
+      The tempest-wearied Souldier, and this Virgin;
+      We cannot feast your eyes with Masques and Revels,
+      Or Courtly Anticks; the sad Sports we riot in,
+      Are tales of foughten fields, of Martial scars,
+      And things done long ago, when men of courage
+      Were held the best, not those well-spoken Youths,
+      Who only carry Conquest in their tongues:
+      Now stories of this nature are unseasonable
+      To entertain a great Duke's Son with.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Herein
+      Shall my Captivity be made my happiness,
+      Since what I lose in freedom, I regain
+      (With int'rest) by conversing with a Souldier,
+      So matchless for experience, as great _Cassilane_:
+      'Pray Sir, admit me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      If you, come to mock me,
+      I shall be angry.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      By the love I bear
+      To goodness, my intents are honourable.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Then in a word, my Lord, your visitations
+      Shall find all due respect: but I am now
+      Grown old, and have forgot to be an Host;
+      Come when you please, you are welcome.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Sir, I thank you.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Good Sir, be not too urgent; for my Father
+268]  Will soon be mov'd: yet, in a noble way
+      Of courtesie, he is as easily conquer'd.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Lady, your words are like your beauty, powerful;
+      I shall not strive more how to do him service
+      Than how to be your servant.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      She's my Daughter,
+      And does command this House.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      So I conceive her.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Do you hear?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      My honour'd Lord.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Commend me to them:
+      Tell 'em I thank them.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Whom, my Lord?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      The Senate;
+      Why, how come you so dull? O they are gracious,
+      And infinitely grateful--Thou art eloquent,
+      Speak modestly in mentioning my services;
+      And if ought fall out in the By, that must
+      Of meer necessity touch any act
+      Of my deserving praises, blush when you talk on't,
+      Twill make them blush to hear on't.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Why, my Lord--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Nay, nay, you are too wise now; good, observe me.
+      I do not rail against the hopeful Springall,
+      That builds up Monuments in Brass; rears Trophies
+      With Mottoes and Inscriptions, quaint devices
+      Of Poetry and Fiction; let's be quiet.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      You must not cross him.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Not for _Candy_'s Wealth.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      You shall for ever make me yours.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      'Twere pity to double your Captivity.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Who's here, _Decius_?
+
+      [Enter _Decius_]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Ha! _Decius_? who nam'd _Decius_?
+
+Decius:
+
+      My duty to your Lordship, I am bold,
+      Presuming on your noble, and known goodness
+      To--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      What?
+
+Decius:
+
+      Present you with this--
+269]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Letter?
+
+Decius:
+
+      Yes, my honour'd Lord.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      From whom?
+
+Decius:
+
+      'Please you peruse
+      The inside, and you shall find a name subscrib'd,
+      In such humility, in such obedience,
+      That you your self will judge it tyranny
+      Not to receive it favourably.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Hey-day!
+      Good words my Masters: this is Court-infection,
+      And none but Cowards ply them: tell me, _Decius_,
+      Without more circumstance, who is the Sender?
+
+Decius:
+
+      Your most griev'd Son, _Antinous_.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      On my life
+      A Challenge; speak, as thou art worthy, speak;
+      I'll answer't.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Honour'd Sir.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      No honour'd Sirs--
+      Fool your young Idol with such pompous Attributes.
+      Say briefly, what contains it?
+
+Decius:
+
+      'Tis a lowly
+      Petition for your favour.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Rash young man,
+      But that thou art under my own roof, and know'st
+      I dare not any way infringe the Laws
+      Of Hospitality, thou should'st repent
+      Thy bold and rude intrusion. But presume not
+      Again to shew thy Letter, for thy life;
+      _Decius_, not for thy life.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Nay then, (my Lord)
+      I can with-hold no longer; you are too rough,
+      And wrestle against nature with a violence
+      More than becomes a Father; wherein would ye
+      Come nearer to the likeness of God,
+      Than in your being entreated? Let not thirst
+      Of Honour, make you quite forget you are
+      A Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comforts
+      A Father.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      If a memory remain
+      Of my departed Mother; if the purity
+270]  Of her unblemish'd faith deserve to live
+      In your remembrance, let me yet by these
+      Awake your love to my uncomforted Brother.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      I am a Stranger, but so much I tender
+      Your Sons desertful Vertues, that I vow
+      His Sword ne'r conquer'd me so absolutely,
+      As shall your courtesie, if you vouchsafe
+      At all our instances, to new receive him
+      Into your wonted favour.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Sir, you cannot
+      Require more low submission.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Am I not
+      Grown vile yet in your eyes? then by the name
+      Of Father, let me once more sue for him,
+      Who is the only now remaining Branch
+      With me, of that most ancient root, whose Body
+      You are, dear Sir.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      'Tis well, an host of furies
+      Could not have baited me more torturingly,
+      More rudely, or more most unnaturally.
+      _Decius_, I say, let me no more hear from him;
+      For this time go thou hence, and know from me
+      Thou art beholding to me that I have not
+      Kill'd thee already, look to't next, look to't.
+      _Arcanes_ fie, fie _Annophel_.
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      He's gone;
+      Chaf'd beyond sufferance; we must follow him.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Lady, this Letter is to you.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Come with me,
+      For we must speak in private; 'please you, Sir,
+      To see what entertainment our sad house
+      Can yield?
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      I shall attend you, Lady.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      How do you like
+      To sojourn here, my Lord?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      More than to feast
+      With all the Princes of the Earth besides:
+      _Gonzalo_ told me that thou wert honest.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Yes Sir,
+      And you shall find it.
+271]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Shall I?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      All my follies
+      Be else recorded to my shame.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Enough,
+      My heart is here for ever lodg'd.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      The Lady.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      The place admits no time to utter all,
+      But _Gaspero_ if thou wilt prove my friend,
+      I'll say thou art--
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Your Servant; I conceive ye,
+      We'll chuse some fitter leisure.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Never man
+      Was (in a moment) or more bless'd or wretched.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+      [Enter _Hyparcha_ (placing two Chairs) _Antinous_, and _Erota_.]
+
+Erota:
+
+      Leave us.
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      I shall.
+
+                                                                        [Exit.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_, sit down.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I say sit down, I do command you sit;
+      For look what honour thou dost gain by me,
+      I cannot lose it: happy _Antinous_,
+      The graces and the higher Deities
+      Smil'd at thy Birth, and still continue it:
+      Then think that I (who scorn lesser examples)
+      Must do the like: such as do taste my power,
+      And talk of it with fear and reverence,
+      Shall do the same unto the man I favour.
+      I tell thee Youth, thou hast a conquest won,
+      Since thou cam'st home, greater than that last,
+      Which dignified thy Fame, greater than if
+      Thou should'st go out again, and conquer farther;
+      For I am not ashamed to acknowledge
+      My self subdued by thee.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Great Lady--
+
+Erota:
+
+      Sit still, I will not hear thee else; now speak,
+      And speak like my _Antinous_, like my Souldier,
+      Whom _Cupid_, and not _Mars_ hath sent to Battel.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I must (I see) be silent.
+272]
+
+Erota:
+
+      So thou maist;
+      There's greater action in it than in clamour,
+      A look (if it be gracious) will begin the War,
+      A word conclude it; then prove no Coward,
+      Since thou hast such a friendly enemy,
+      That teaches thee to conquer.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      You do amaze me, Madam,
+      I have no skill, no practice in this War,
+      And whether you be serious, or please
+      To make your sport on a dejected man,
+      I cannot rightly guess; but be it as it will,
+      It is a like unhappiness to me:
+      My discontents bear those conditions in them,
+      And lay me out so wretched, no designs
+      (However truly promising a good)
+      Can make me relish ought but a sweet-bitter
+      Voluntary Exile.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Why an Exile?
+      What comfort can there be in those Companions
+      Which sad thoughts bring along with?
+
+      [Enter _Hyparcha_]
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      Madam.
+
+                                                                      [Musick.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Whence comes this well tun'd sound?
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      I know not, Madam.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Listen Wench;
+      What ever friendly hands they are that send it,
+
+                                                                        [Song.
+
+      Let 'em play on; they are Masters of their faculty:
+      Doth it please you, Sir?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      According to the time.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Go to 'em, Wench,
+      And tell 'em, we shall thank 'em; for they have kept
+      As good time to our disposition, as to their instruments;
+      Unless _Antinous_ shall say he loves,
+      There never can be sweeter accents utter'd.
+
+      [Enter _Philander_.]
+
+Philander:
+
+      Let then the heart that did employ those hands,
+      Receive some small share of your thanks with them,
+      'Tis happiness enough that you did like it;
+273]  A fortune unto me, that I should send it
+      In such a lucky minute; but to obtain
+      So gracious welcome did exceed my hopes.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Good Prince, I thank you for't.
+
+Philander:
+
+      O Madam, pour not (too fast) joys on me,
+      But sprinkle 'em so gently I may stand 'em;
+      It is enough at first, you have laid aside
+      Those cruel angry looks out of your eyes,
+      With which (as with your lovely) you did strike
+      All your Beholders in an Ecstasie.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Philander_, you have long profest to love me.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Have I but profest it, Madam?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Nay, but hear me?
+
+Philander:
+
+      More attentively than to an Oracle.
+
+Erota:
+
+      And I will speak more truly, if more can be;
+      Nor shall my language be wrapt up in Riddles,
+      But plain as truth it self; I love this Gentleman,
+      Whose grief has made him so uncapable
+      Of Love, he will not hear, at least not understand it.
+      I, that have lookt with scornful eyes on thee,
+      And other Princes, mighty in their states,
+      And in their friends as fortunate, have now pray'd,
+      In a petitionary kind almost,
+      This man, this well-deserving man, (that I must say)
+      To look upon this beauty, yet you see
+      He casts his eyes rather upon the ground,
+      Than he will turn 'em this way; _Philander_,
+      You look pale; I'll talk no more.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Pray go forward; I would be your Martyr,
+      To dye thus, were immortally to live.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Will you go to him then, and speak for me?
+      You have loved longer, but not ferventer,
+      Know how to speak, for you have done it like
+      An Orator, even for your self; then how will you for me
+      Whom you profess to love above your self.
+
+Philander:
+
+      The Curses of Dissemblers follow me
+      Unto my Grave, and if I do not so.
+
+Erota:
+
+      You may (as all men do) speak boldlier, better
+      In their friends cause still, than in your own;
+      But speak your utmost, yet you cannot feign,
+274]  I will stand by, and blush to witness it.
+      Tell him, since I beheld him, I have lost
+      The happiness of this life, food, and rest;
+      A quiet bosome, and the state I went with.
+      Tell him how he has humbled the proud,
+      And made the living but a dead _Erota_.
+      Tell him withal, that she is better pleas'd
+      With thinking on him, than enjoying these.
+      Tell him--_Philander_, Prince; I talk in vain
+      To you, you do not mark me.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Indeed I do.
+
+Erota:
+
+      But thou dost look so pale,
+      As thou wilt spoil the story in relating.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Not, if I can but live to tell it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      It may be you have not the heart.
+
+Philander:
+
+      I have a will I am sure how e'r my heart
+      May play the Coward, but if you please, I'll try.
+
+Erota:
+
+      If a kiss will strengthen thee, I give you leave
+      To challenge it, nay, I will give it you.
+
+Philander:
+
+      O that a man should taste such heavenly bliss,
+      And be enjoyn'd to beg it for another!
+
+Erota:
+
+      Alas, it is a misery I grieve
+      To put you to, and I will suffer rather
+      In his tyranny, than thou in mine.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Nay Madam, since I cannot have your love,
+      I will endeavour to deserve your pity;
+      For I had rather have within the grave
+      Your love, than you should want it upon earth.
+      But how can I hope, with a feeble tongue
+      To instruct him in the rudiments of love,
+      When your most powerful Beauty cannot work it?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Do what thou wilt (_Philander_) the request
+      Is so unreasonable, that I quit thee of it.
+      I desire now no more but the true patience,
+      And fortitude of Lovers, with those helps
+      Of sighs and tears, which I think is all the Physick--
+
+Philander:
+
+      O if he did but hear you 'twere enough;
+      And I will 'wake him from his Apoplexie.
+      _Antinous._
+
+Antinous:
+
+      My Lord?
+275]
+
+Philander:
+
+      Nay, 'pray,
+      No courtesie to me, you are my Lord,
+      (Indeed you are) for you command her heart
+      That commands mine; nor can you want to know it.
+      For look you, she that told it you in words,
+      Explains it now more passionately in tears;
+      Either thou hast no heart, or a marble one,
+      If those drops cannot melt it; prithee look up
+      And see how sorrow sits within her eyes,
+      And love the grief she goes with (if not her)
+      Of which thou art the Parent; and never yet
+      Was there (by Nature) that thing made so stony
+      But it would love what ever it begot.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      He that begot me did beget these cares
+      Which are good issues, though happily by him
+      Esteemed Monsters: Nay, the ill-judging World
+      Is likely enough to give them those Characters.
+
+Philander:
+
+      What's this to love, and to the Lady? he's old,
+      Wrathful, perverse, self-will'd, and full of anger,
+      Which are his faults; but let them not be thine;
+      He thrusts you from his love, she pulls thee on;
+      He doubts your Vertues, she doth double them;
+      O either use thine own eyes, or take mine,
+      And with them my heart, then thou wilt love her,
+      Nay, dote upon her more than on thy duty,
+      And men will praise thee equally for it,
+      Neglecting her, condemn thee as a man
+      Unworthy such a fortune: O _Antinous_,
+      'Tis not the friendship that I bear to thee,
+      But her command, that makes me utter this;
+      And when I have prevail'd, let her but say,
+      _Philander_, you must dye or this is nothing,
+      It shall be done together with a breath,
+      With the same willingness I live to serve her.
+
+Erota:
+
+      No more, _Philander_.
+
+Philander:
+
+      All I have done, is little yet to purpose,
+      But ere I leave him I will perceive him blush;
+      And make him feel the passions that I do,
+      And every true Lover will assist me in't,
+      And lend me their sad sighs to blow it home,
+276]  For _Cupid_ wants a Dart to wound this bosome.
+
+Erota:
+
+      No more, no more, _Philander_, I can endure no more,
+      Pray let him go; go good _Antinous_, make peace
+      With your own mind, no matter though I perish.
+
+                                                                          [Ex.
+
+
+
+
+
+Actus Quartus
+
+
+
+
+Scena Prima
+
+      [Enter _Hyparcha_, and _Mochingo_]
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      I Cannot help it.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Nor do I require it,
+      The malady needs no Physician,
+      Help hospital people.
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      I am glad to hear
+      You are so valiant.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Valiant?
+      Can any man be proud that is not valiant?
+      Foolish Woman, what would'st thou say? thou--
+      know not what to call thee.
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      I can you,
+      For I can call you Coxcomb, Ass, and Puppy.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      You do doe it, I thank you.
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      That you'll lose a Fortune,
+      Which a Cobler better deserves than thou dost.
+
+Mochingo:
+
+      Do not provoke my magnanimity,
+      For when I am incens'd I am insensible,
+      Go tell thy Lady, that hath sent me word
+      She will discard me, that I discard her,
+      And throw a scorn upon her, which I would not,
+      But that she does me wrong.
+
+      [Enter _Erota_, and _Antinous_.]
+
+Erota:
+
+      Do you not glory in your Conquest more,
+      To take some great man Prisoner, than to kill him?
+      And shall a Lady find less mercy from you,
+      That yields her self your Captive, and for her Ransome,
+      Will give the Jewel of her life, her heart,
+      Which she hath lockt from all men but thy self?
+      For shame (_Antinous_) throw this dulness off;
+      Art thou a man no where but in the field?
+277]
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      He must hear Drums, and Trumpets ere he sleeps,
+      And at this instant dreams he's in his Armour;
+      These iron-hearted Souldiers are so cold,
+      Till they be beaten to a Womans Arms,
+      And then they love 'em better than their own;
+      No Fort can hold them out.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      What pity it is (Madam) that your self,
+      Who are all Excellence, should become so wretched,
+      To think on such a Wretch as Grief hath made me!
+      Seldome despairing men look up to Heaven,
+      Although it still speak to 'em in its Glories;
+      For when sad thoughts perplex the mind of man,
+      There is a Plummet in the heart that weighs,
+      And pulls us (living) to the dust we came from;
+      Did you but see the miseries you pursue,
+      (As I the happiness that I avoid
+      That doubles my afflictions) you would flye
+      Unto some Wilderness, or to your Grave,
+      And there find better Comforts than in me,
+      For Love and Cares can never dwell together.
+
+Erota:
+
+      They should,
+      If thou hadst but my Love and I thy Cares.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      What wild Beast in the Desart but would be
+      Taught by this Tongue to leave his Cruelty,
+      Though all the beauties of the face were vail'd!
+      But I am savager than any Beast,
+      And shall be so till _Decius_ does arrive,
+      Whom with so much submission I have sent
+      Under my hand, that if he do not bring
+      His Benediction back, he must to me
+      Be much more cruel than I to you.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Is't but your Fathers pardon you desire?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      With his love, and then nothing next that, like yours.
+
+      [Enter _Decius_]
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Decius_ is come.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      O welcome Friend; if I apprehend not
+      Too much of joy, there's comfort in thy looks.
+
+Erota:
+
+      There is indeed; I prithee _Decius_ speak it.
+
+Decius:
+
+      How! prithee _Decius_! this Woman's strangely alter'd.
+278]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Why dost not speak (good friend) and tell me how
+      The reverend Blessing of my life receiv'd
+      My humble lines; wept he for joy?
+
+Decius:
+
+      No, there's a Letter will inform you more;
+      Yet I can tell you what I think will grieve you,
+      The Old Man is in want and angry still,
+      And poverty is the Bellows to the Coal
+      More than distaste from you as I imagine.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      What's here? how's this? It cannot be! now sure
+      My griefs delude my senses.
+
+Erota:
+
+      In his looks
+      I read a world of Changes; _Decius_, mark
+      With what a sad amazement he surveys
+      The News; canst thou guess what 'tis?
+
+Decius:
+
+      None good, I fear.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I fear so too; and then--
+
+Antinous:
+
+      It is her hand.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Are you not well?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Too well: if I were ought
+      But Rock, this Letter would conclude my miseries,
+      Peruse it (Lady) and resolve me then,
+      In what a case I stand.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Sir, the worst is,
+      Your Fathers lowness and distaste.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      No, _Decius_,
+      My Sister writes _Fernando_ has made suit
+      For love to her; and to express sincerely
+      His constant truth, hath like a noble Gentleman,
+      Discovered plots of treachery; contriv'd
+      By false _Gonzalo_, not intending more
+      The utter ruine of our house, than generally
+      _Candies_ Confusion.
+
+Decius:
+
+      'Tis a generous part
+      Of young _Fernando_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      'Tis, and I could wish
+      All thrift to his affections, _Decius_.
+      You find the sum on't, Madam.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Yes, I do.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      And can you now yet think a heart opprest
+      With such a throng of cares, can entertain
+279]  An amorous thought? Love frees all toils but one,
+      Calamity and it can ill agree.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Wil't please you speak my doom?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Alas, great Lady,
+      Why will you flatter thus a desperate Man
+      That is quite cast away? O had you not
+      Procur'd the Senates Warrant to enforce
+      My stay, I had not heard of these sad News.
+      What would ye have me do?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Love me, or kill me,
+      One word shall sentence either; for as Truth
+      Is just, if you refuse me, I am resolute
+      Not to out-live my thraldome.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Gentle Lady.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Say, must I live, or dye?
+
+Decius:
+
+      My Lord, how can you
+      Be so inexorable? here's Occasion
+      Of succouring your Father in his wants
+      Securely profer'd, pray Sir, entertain it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      What is my sentence?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      What you please to have it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      As thou art gentle speak those words again.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam, you have prevail'd; yet give me leave
+      Without offence, ere I resign the interest
+      Your heart hath in my heart, to prove your secresie.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_, 'tis the greatest argument
+      Of thy affections to me.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam, thus then,
+      My Father stands for certain sums engag'd
+      To treacherous _Gonzalo_; and has morgag'd
+      The greatest part of his estate to him;
+      If you receive this Morgage, and procure
+      Acquittance from _Gonzalo_ to my Father,
+      I am what you would have me be.
+
+Erota:
+
+      You'll love me then?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Provided (Madam) that my Father know not
+      I am an Agent for him.
+
+Erota:
+
+      If I fail
+      In this, I am unworthy to be lov'd.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Then (with your favour) thus I seal my truth,
+280]  To day, and _Decius_ witness how unchangingly
+      I shall still love _Erota_.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Thou hast quickned
+      A dying heart, _Antinous_.
+
+Decius:
+
+      This is well;
+      Much happiness to both.
+
+      [Enter _Hyparcha_]
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      The Lord _Gonzalo_
+      Attends you, Madam.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Comes as we could wish,
+      Withdraw _Antinous_, here's a Closet, where
+      You may partake his errand; let him enter.
+
+      [_Enter_ Gonzalo]
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam you must be wary.
+
+                                                                         [Exit
+
+Erota:
+
+      Fear it not,
+      I will be ready for him; to entertain him
+      With smiling Welcome. Noble Sir, you take
+      Advantage of the time; it had been fit
+      Some notice of your presence might have fashion'd
+      A more prepared state.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Do you mock me, Madam?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Trust me, you wrong your judgment, to repute
+      My Gratitude a fault; I have examin'd
+      Your portly carriage, and will now confess
+      It hath not slightly won me.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      The Wind's turn'd;
+      I thought 'twould come to this; it pleas'd us, Madam,
+      At our last interview, to mention Love;
+      Have you consider'd on't?
+
+Erota:
+
+      With more than common
+      Content: but Sir, if what you spoke you meant,
+      (As I have cause to doubt) then--
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      What, (sweet Lady?)
+
+Erota:
+
+      Methinks we should lay by this form of stateliness;
+      Loves Courtship is familiar, and for instance,
+      See what a change it hath begot in me,
+      I could talk humbly now, as Lovers use.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And I, and I, we meet in one self-centre
+281]  Of blest Consent.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I hope my weakness, Sir,
+      Shall not deserve neglect; but if it prove so
+      I am not the first Lady has been ruin'd
+      By being too credulous; you will smart for't one day.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Angel-like Lady, let me be held a Villain,
+      If I love not sincerely.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Would I knew it.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Make proof by any fit Command.
+
+Erota:
+
+      What, do you mean to marry me?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      How! mean? nay more, I mean
+      To make you Empress of my Earthly Fortunes,
+      Regent of my desires, for did you covet
+      To be a real Queen, I could advance you.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Now I perceive you slight me, and would make me
+      More simple than my Sexes frailty warrants.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      But say your mind, and you shall be a Queen.
+
+Erota:
+
+      On those Conditions, call me yours.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Enough.
+      But are we safe?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Assuredly.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      In short,
+      Yet, Lady, first be plain; would you not chuse
+      Much rather to prefer your own Sun-rising,
+      Than any's else though ne'r so near entituled
+      By Blood, or right of Birth?
+
+Erota:
+
+      'Tis a question
+      Needs not a resolution.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Good; what if
+      I set the Crown of _Candy_ on your head?
+
+Erota:
+
+      I were a Queen indeed then.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Madam, know
+      There's but a Boy 'twixt you and it; suppose him
+      Transhap'd into an Angel.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Wise _Gonzalo_,
+      I cannot but admire thee.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      'Tis worth thinking on;
+      Besides, your Husband shall be Duke of _Venice_.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Gonzalo_, Duke of _Venice_?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You are mine you say?
+282]
+
+Erota:
+
+      Pish: you but dally with me; and would lull me
+      In a rich golden dream.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You are too much distrustfull of my truth.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Then you must give me leave to apprehend
+      The means, and manner how.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Why thus--
+
+Erota:
+
+      You shall not,
+      We may be over-heard; Affairs and counsels
+      Of such high nature, are not to be trusted
+      Not to the Air it self, you shall in writing,
+      Draw out the full design; which if effected,
+      I am as I profess.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      O I applaud
+      Your ready care, and secresie.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Gonzalo_,
+      There is a bar yet, 'twixt our hopes and us,
+      And that must be remov'd.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      What is't?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Old _Cassilane_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Ha? fear not him: I build upon his ruines
+      Already.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I would find a smoother course
+      To shift him off.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      As how?
+
+Erota:
+
+      We'l talk in private,
+      I have a ready plot.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      I shall adore you.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+      [Enter _Fernando_, a[n]d _Annophel_]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Madam, although I hate unnoble practices,
+      And therefore have perform'd no more than what
+      I ought, for honours safety: yet _Annophel_,
+      Thy love hath been the spur, to urge me forward
+      For speedier diligence.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Sir your own fame
+      And memory will best reward themselves.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      All gain is loss (sweet beauty) if I miss
+      My comforts here: The Brother and the Sister
+      Have double conquer'd me, but thou maist triumph.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Good Sir, I have a Father.
+283]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Yes, a brave one;
+      Could'st thou obscure thy beauty, yet the happiness
+      Of being but his Daughter, were a dower
+      Fit for a Prince: what say ye?
+
+Annophel:
+
+      You have deserv'd
+      As much as I should grant.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      By this fair hand
+      I take possession.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      What in words I dare not,
+      Imagine in my silence.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Thou art all vertue.
+
+      [Enter _Cassilanes_, and _Arcanes_]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      I'le tell thee how: _Baldwin_ the Emperour,
+      Pretending title, more through tyranny,
+      Than right of conquest, or descent, usurp'd
+      The stile of Lord o're all the _Grecian_ Islands,
+      And under colour of an amity
+      With _Creet_, prefer'd the Marquess _Mountferato_
+      To be our Governor; the _Cretians_ vex'd
+      By the ambitious _Turks_, in hope of aid
+      From the Emperour, receiv'd for General,
+      This _Mountferato_; he (the wars appeased)
+      Plots with the state of _Venice_ and takes money
+      Of them for _Candy_: they paid well, he steals
+      Away in secret; since which time, that right
+      The state of _Venice_ claims o're _Candy_, is
+      By purchase, not inheritance or Conquest:
+      And hence grows all our quarrel.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      So an Usurer
+      Or Lumbard-Jew, might with some bags of trash,
+      Buy half the Western world.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Mony, _Arcanes_,
+      Is now a God on Earth: it cracks virginities,
+      And turns a Christian, Turk;
+      Bribes justice, cut-throats honour, does what not?
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Not captives _Candy_.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Nor makes thee dishonest,
+      Nor me a Coward---Now Sir, here is homely,
+      But friendly entertainment.
+284]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Sir, I find it.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      And like it, do ye not?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      My repair speaks for me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      _Fernando_ we are speaking off--how this?
+
+      [Enter _Gonzalo_, and _Gaspero_, with a Casket]
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Your friend, and servant.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Creditors, my Lord,
+      Are Masters and no Servants: as the world goes,
+      Debters are very slaves to those to whom
+      They have been beholding to; in which respect,
+      I should fear you _Gonzalo_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Me, my Lord?
+      You owe me nothing.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      What, nor love, nor mony?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Yes, love, I hope, not mony.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      All this braverie
+      Will scarcely make that good.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      'Tis done already:
+      See Sir, your Mortgage which I only took,
+      In case you and your son had in the wars
+      Miscarried: I yield it up again: 'tis yours.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Are ye so conscionable?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      'Tis your own.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Pish, pish, I'le not receive what is not mine,
+      That were a dangerous business.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Sir, I am paid for't,
+      The summes you borrowed, are return'd; The bonds
+      Cancel'd, and your acquittance formerly seal'd:
+      Look here Sir, _Gaspero_ is witness to it.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      My honoured Lord, I am.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      My Lord _Fernando_,
+      _Arcanes_ and the rest, you all shall testifie,
+      That I acquit Lord _Cassilane_ for ever,
+      Of any debts to me.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      'Tis plain and ample:
+      Fortune will once again smile on us fairly.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      But hark ye, hark ye, if you be in earnest,
+      Whence comes this bounty? or whose is't?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      In short,
+285]  The great _Erota_ by this Secretary,
+      Return'd me my full due.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      _Erota_? why
+      Should she do this?
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      You must ask her the cause,
+      She knows it best.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      So ho, _Arcanes_, none
+      But women pity us? soft-hearted women?
+      I am become a brave fellow now, _Arcanes_,
+      Am I not?
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Why Sir, if the gracious Princess
+      Have took more special notice of your services,
+      And means to be more thankfull than some others,
+      It were an injury to gratitude,
+      To disesteem her favours.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Sir she ever
+      For your sake most respectively lov'd me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      The Senate, and the body of this Kingdom
+      Are herein (let me speak it without arrogance)
+      Beholding to her: I will thank her for it;
+      And if she have reserv'd a means whereby
+      I may repay this bounty with some service,
+      She shall be then my Patroness: come Sirs,
+      We'I taste a cup of wine together now.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      _Fernando_, I must speak with you in secret.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      You shall--Now _Gaspero_, all's well.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      There's news
+      You must be acquainted with.
+      Come, there is no master-piece in Art, like Policie.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+
+
+
+
+Actus Quintus
+
+
+
+
+Scena Prima.
+
+      [Enter _Fernando_, and _Michael_]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      The Senate is inform'd at full.
+
+Michael:
+
+      _Gonzalo_
+      Dreams not of my arrival yet.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Nor thinks
+      'Tis possible his plots can be discover'd:
+      He fats himself with hopes of Crowns, and Kingdoms,
+286]  And laughs securely, to imagine how
+      He means to gull all but himself: when truly,
+      None is so grosly gull'd as he.
+
+Michael:
+
+      There was never
+      A more arch villain.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Peace, the Senate comes.
+
+      [Enter _Porphicio_, _Pos._ Senators, and _Gaspero_, Attend]
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      How closely Treason cloaks it self in forms
+      Of Civil honesty!
+
+Possenne:
+
+      And yet how palpably
+      Does heaven reveal it!
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Gracious Lords.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      The Embassadour,
+      Lord _Paulo Michael_, Advocate
+      To the great Duke of _Venice_.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      You are most welcome,
+      Your Master is a just and noble Prince.
+
+Michael:
+
+      My Lords, he bad me say, that you may know
+      How much he scorns, and (as good Princes ought)
+      Defies base indirect, and godless treacheries;
+      To your more Sacred wisdomes he refers
+      The punishment due to the false _Gonzalo_,
+      Or else to send him home to _Venice_.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Herein
+      The Duke is royal: _Gaspero_, the Prince
+      Of _Cyprus_ answer'd he would come.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      My Lords,
+      He will not long be absent.
+
+      [Enter _Philander_, and _Melitus_]
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      You _Fernando_,
+      Have made the State your debter: worthy Prince,
+      We shall be sutors to you for your presence,
+      In hearing, and determining of matters
+      Greatly concerning _Candy_.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Fathers, I am
+      A stranger.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Why, the cause, my Lord, concerns
+      A stranger: please you seat your self.
+287]
+
+Philander:
+
+      How e're
+      Unfit, since you will have it so, my Lords,
+      You shall command me.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      You my Lord _Fernando_,
+      With the Ambassador, withdraw a while.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      My Lords, we shall.
+
+                                                                          [Ex.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Melitus, and the Secretary,
+      Give notice to _Gonzalo_, that the Senate
+      Requires his presence.
+
+                                                        [Ex. _Gas._ and _Mel._
+
+      [Enter _Cassilane_, and _Arca_]
+
+Philander:
+
+      What concerns the business?
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Thus noble Prince--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Let me alone, thou troublest me,
+      I will be heard.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      You know not what you do.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Forbear: who's he that is so rude? what's he that dares
+      To interrupt our counsels?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      One that has guarded,
+      Those Purple robes from Cankers worse than Moths,
+      One that hath kept your fleeces on your backs,
+      That would have been snatch'd from you: but I see
+      'Tis better now to be a Dog, a Spaniel
+      In times of Peace, then boast the bruised scars,
+      Purchas'd with loss of bloud in noble wars,
+      My Lords, I speak to you.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Lord _Cassilane_,
+      We know not what you mean.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Yes, you are set
+      Upon a bench of justice; and a day
+      Will come (hear this, and quake ye potent great ones)
+      When you your selves shall stand before a judge,
+      Who in a pair of scales will weigh your actions,
+      Without abatement of one grain: as then
+      You would be found full weight, I charge ye fathers
+      Let me have justice now.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Lord _Cassilane_,
+      What strange distemperature provokes distrust
+      Of our impartiality? be sure
+      We'l flatter no mans injuries.
+288]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      'Tis well;
+      You have a Law, Lords, that without remorse
+      Dooms such as are belepred with the curse
+      Of foul ingratitude unto death.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      We have.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Then do me justice.
+
+      [Enter _Antinous_, _Decius_, _Erota_, _Hyparcha_.]
+
+Decius:
+
+      Mad-man, whither run'st thou?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Peace _Decius_, I am deaf.
+
+Hyparcha:
+
+      Will you forget
+      Your greatness, and your modesty?
+
+Erota Hyparcha:
+
+      leave, I will not hear.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Lady; great, gentle, Lady.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Prethee young man forbear to interrupt me,
+      Triumph not in thy fortunes; I will speak.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      More uproars yet! who are they that disturb us?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      The viper's come; his fears have drawn him hither,
+      And now, my Lords, be Ch[ro]nicled for ever,
+      And give me justice against this vile Monster,
+      This bastard of my bloud.
+
+Erota:
+
+      'Tis justice, Fathers,
+      I sue for too: and though I might command it,
+      (If you remember Lords, whose child I was)
+      Yet I will humbly beg it; this old wretch
+      Has forfeited his life to me.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Tricks, tricks;
+      Complots, devices, 'twixt these pair of young-ones,
+      To blunt the edge of your well temper'd Swords,
+      Wherewith you strike offenders, Lords, but I
+      Am not a baby to be fear'd with bug-bears,
+      'Tis justice I require.
+
+Erota:
+
+      And I.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      You speak too tenderly; and too much like yourself
+      To mean a cruelty; which would make monstrous
+      Your Sex: yet for the loves sake, which you once
+      Pleas'd to pretend, give my griev'd Father leave
+      To urge his own revenge; you have no cause
+      For yours: keep peace about ye.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Will you hear me?
+289]
+
+Philander:
+
+      Here's some strange novelty.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Sure we are mock'd,
+      Speak one at once: say wherein hath your Son
+      Transgress'd the Law?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      O the gross mists of dulness!
+      Are you this Kingdomes Oracles, yet can be
+      So ignorant? first hear, and then consider.
+      That I begot him, gave him birth and life,
+      And education, were, I must confess,
+      But duties of a Father: I did more;
+      I taught him how to manage Arms, to dare
+      An Enemy; to court both death and dangers;
+      Yet these were but additions to compleat
+      A well accomplish'd Souldier: I did more yet.
+      I made him chief Commander in the field
+      Next to my self, and gave him the full prospeft
+      Of honour, and preferment; train'd him up
+      In all perfections of a Martiallist:
+      But he unmindful of his gratitude,
+      You know with what contempt of my deserts,
+      First kick'd against mine honour, scorned all
+      My services; then got the palm of glory
+      Unto himself: yet not content with this,
+      He (lastly) hath conspir'd my death, and sought
+      Means to engage me to this Lady's debt,
+      Whose bounty all my whole estate could never
+      Give satisfaction to: now honoured Fathers,
+      For this cause only, if your Law be law,
+      And you the Ministers of justice; then
+      Think of this strange ingratitude in him.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Can this be so _Antinous_?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      'Tis all true,
+      Nor hath my much wrong'd father limn'd my faults
+      In colours half so black, as in themselves,
+      My guilt hath dy'd them: were there mercy left,
+      Yet mine own shame would be my Executioner:
+      Lords, I am guilty.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Thou beliest, _Antinous_,
+      Thine innocence: alas, my Lords, he's desperate,
+      And talks he knows not what: you must not credit
+290]  His lunacy; I can my self disprove
+      This accusation: _Cassilane_, be yet
+      More mercifull; I beg it.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Time, not fate,
+      The world, or what is in it, shall not alter
+      My resolution: he shall dye.
+
+Erota:
+
+      The Senats
+      Prayers, or weeping Lovers, shall not alter
+      My resolution: thou shalt dye.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Why Madam,
+      Are ye all Marble?
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Leave your shifts _Antinous_,
+      What plead you to your Fathers accusation?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Most fully guilty.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      You have doom'd your self,
+      We cannot quit you now.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      A burthen'd conscience
+      Will never need a hang-man: hadst thou dar'd
+      To have deni'd it, then this Sword of mine
+      Should on thy head have prov'd thy tongue a lyar.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Thy sword? wretched old man, thou hast liv'd too long
+      To carry peace or comfort to thy grave;
+      Thou art a man condemn'd: my Lords, this tyrant
+      Had perish'd but for me, I still suppli'd
+      His miserable wants; I sent his Daughter
+      Mony to buy him food; the bread he eat,
+      Was from my purse: when he (vain-gloriously)
+      To dive into the peoples hearts, had pawn'd
+      His birth-right, I redeem'd it, sent it to him,
+      And for requitall, only made my suite,
+      That he would please to new receive his son
+      Into his favour, for whose love I told him
+      I had been still so friendly: but then he
+      As void of gratitude, as all good nature,
+      Distrafted like a mad man, poasted hither
+      To pull this vengeance on himself, and us;
+      For why, my Lords, since by the Law, all means
+      Is blotted out of your commission,
+      As this hard hearted Father hath accus'd
+      Noble _Antinous_, his unblemished Son,
+291]  So I accuse this Father, and crave judgement.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      All this is but deceit, meer trifles forg'd
+      By combination to defeat the process
+      Of Justice, I will have _Antinous_ life.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      Sir, what do ye mean?
+
+Erota:
+
+      I will have _Cassilane's_.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Cunning and cruel Lady, runs the stream
+      Of your affections this way? have you not
+      Conquest enough by treading on my grave?
+      Unless you send me thither in a shrowd
+      Steept in my fathers bloud? as you are woman,
+      As the protests of love you vow'd were honest;
+      Be gentler to my Father.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Cassilane,
+      Thou hast a heart of flint: let my intreaties,
+      My tears, the Sacrifice of griefs unfeigned,
+      Melt it: yet be a Father to thy son,
+      Unmask thy long besotted judgement, see
+      A low obedience kneeling at the feet
+      Of nature, I beseech you.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Pish, you cozen
+      Your hopes: your plots are idle: I am resolute.
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Antinous_, urge no further.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Hence thou Sorcery
+      Of a beguiling softness, I will stand,
+      Like the earths center, unmov'd; Lords your breath
+      Must finish these divisions: I confess
+      Civility doth teach I should not speak
+      Against a Lady of her birth, so high
+      As great _Erota_, but her injuries
+      And thankless wrongs to me, urge me to cry
+      Aloud for justice, Fathers.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Whither run you?
+
+Antinous:
+
+      For (honoured fathers) that you all may know
+      That I alone am not unmatchable
+      In crimes of this condition, lest perhaps
+      You might conceive, as yet the case appears,
+      That this foul stain, and guilt runs in a bloud;
+      Before this presence, I accuse this Lady
+      Of as much vile ingratitude to me.
+292]
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Impudent Traitor!
+
+Philander:
+
+      Her? O spare _Antinous_;
+      The world reputes thee valiant, do not soyle
+      All thy past nobleness with such a cowardize.
+      As murthering innocent Ladies will stamp on thee.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Brave Prince, with what unwillingness I force
+      Her follies, and in those her sin, be witness,
+      All these about me: she is bloudy minded,
+      And turns the justice of the Law to rigor:
+      It is her cruelites, not I accuse her:
+      Shall I have Audience?
+
+Erota:
+
+      Let him speak my Lords.
+
+Decius:
+
+      Your memory will rot.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Cast all your eyes
+      On this, what shall I call her? truthless woman,
+      When often in my discontents, the sway
+      Of her unruly bloud, her untam'd passion,
+      (Or name it as you list) had hour by hour
+      Solicited my love, she vow'd at last
+      She could not, would not live unless I granted
+      What she long sued for: I in tender pity,
+      To save a Lady of her birth from ruine,
+      Gave her her life, and promis'd to be hers:
+      Nor urg'd I ought from her, but secresie,
+      And then enjoyn'd her to supply such wants
+      As I perceiv'd my Fathers late engagements
+      Had made him subject to; what shall I heap up
+      Long repetitions? she to quit my pity,
+      Not only hath discover'd to my Father
+      What she had promis'd to conceal, but also
+      Hath drawn my life into this fatal forfeit;
+      For which since I must dye, I crave a like
+      Equality of justice against her;
+      Not that I covet bloud, but that she may not
+      Practise this art of falsehood on some other,
+      Perhaps more worthy of her love hereafter.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      If this be true--
+
+Erota:
+
+      My Lords, be as the Law is,
+      Indifferent, upright, I do plead guilty:
+      Now Sir, what glory have you got by this?
+293]  'Las man, I meant not to outlive thy doom,
+      Shall we be friends in death?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Hear me, the villain
+      Scandals her, honour'd Lords.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Leave off to doat,
+      And dye a wise man.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      I am over-reach'd,
+      And master'd in my own resolution.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Will ye be wilfull Madam? here's the curse
+      Of loves disdain.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Why sit you like dumb Statues?
+      Demur no longer.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      _Cassilane_, _Erota_,
+      _Antinous_, death ye ask; and 'tis your dooms,
+      You in your follies liv'd, dye in your follies.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      I am reveng'd, and thank you for it.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Yes, and I: _Antlnous_ hath been gracious.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Sir, may I presume to crave a blessing from you
+      Before we part?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Yes, such a one as Parents
+      Bestow on cursed sons, now now, I laugh
+      To see how those poor younglings are both cheated
+      Of life and comfort: look ye, look ye, Lords,
+      I go but some ten minutes (more or less)
+      Before my time, but they have finely cozen'd
+      Themselves of many, many hopefull years
+      Amidst their prime of youth and glory; now
+
+      [Enter _Annophel_]
+
+      My vengeance is made full. Welcom my joy,
+      Thou com'st to take a seasonable blessing
+      From thy half buried Fathers hand; I am dead
+      Already girle, and so is she and he,
+      We all are worms-meat now.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      I have heard all;
+      Nor shall you dye alone: Lords on my knees
+      I beg for justice too.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      'Gainst whom, for what?
+
+Annophel:
+
+      First let me be resolv'd; does the Law favour
+      None, be they ne're so mighty?
+294]
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Not the greatest.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Then justly I accuse of foul ingratitude
+      My Lords, you of the Senate all, not one
+      Excepted.
+
+Possenne Porphycio:
+
+      Us?
+
+Philander:
+
+      _Annophel_--
+
+Annophel:
+
+      You are the Authors
+      Of this unthrifty bloud-shed; when your enemies
+      Came marching to your gates, your children suck'd not
+      Safe at their Mothers breasts, your very Cloysters
+      Were not secure, your starting-holes of refuge
+      Not free from danger, nor your lives your own:
+      In this most desperate Ecstasie, my Father,
+      This aged man, not only undertook
+      To guard your lives, but did so; and beat off
+      The daring foe; for you he pawn'd his lands,
+      To pay your Souldiers, who without their pay
+      Refus'd to strike a blow: but, Lords, when peace
+      Was purchas'd for you, and victorie brought home,
+      Where was your gratitude, who in your Coffers
+      Hoarded the rustic treasure which was due
+      To my unminded Father? he was glad
+      To live retir'd in want, in penurie,
+      Whilst you made feasts of surfeit, and forgot
+      Your debts to him: The sum of all is this,
+      You have been unthankfull to him; and I crave
+      The rigor of the Law against you all.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      My Royal spirited daughter!
+
+Erota:
+
+      _Annophel_
+      Thou art a worthy wench; let me embrace thee.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Lords, why do ye keep your seats? they are no places
+      For such as are offenders.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Though our ignorance
+      Of _Cassilanes_ engagements might asswage
+      Severity of justice, yet to shew
+      How no excuse should smooth a breach of Law,
+      I yield me to the trial of it.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      So must I:
+      Great Prince of _Cyprus_, you are left
+      The only Moderator in this difference;
+295]  And as you are a Prince be a Protector
+      To wofull _Candy_.
+
+Philander:
+
+      What a Scene of miserie
+      Hath thine obdurate frowardness (old man)
+      Drawn on thy Countries bosom? and for that
+      Thy proud ambition could not mount so high
+      As to be stil'd thy Countries only Patron,
+      Thy malice hath descended to the depth
+      Of Hell, to be renowned in the Title
+      Of the destroyer? dost thou yet perceive
+      What curses all posterity will brand
+      Thy grave with? that at once hast rob'd this Kingdom
+      Of honour and of safety.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Children yet unborn
+      Will stop their ears when thou art nam'd.
+
+Arcanes:
+
+      The world will be too little to contain
+      The memorie of this detested deed;
+      The Furies will abhorr it.
+
+Decius:
+
+      What the sword
+      Could not enforce, your peevish thirst of honour
+      (A brave, cold, weak, imaginarie fame)
+      Hath brought on _Candy: Candy_ groans, not these
+      That are to die.
+
+Philander:
+
+      'Tis happiness enough
+      For them, that they shall not survive to see
+      The wounds wherewith thou stab'st the land that gave
+      Thee life and name.
+
+Decius:
+
+      'Tis _Candy's_ wrack shall feel--
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      The mischief of your folly.
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      _Annophel_--
+
+Annophel:
+
+      I will not be entreated.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Prethee _Annophel_.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Why would ye urge me to a mercy which
+      You in your self allow not?
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      'Tis the Law,
+      That if the party who complains, remit
+      The offender, he is freed: is't not so Lords?
+
+Porphycio Possenne:
+
+      'Tis so.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      _Antinous_, By my shame observe
+      What a close witch-craft popular applause is:
+296]  I am awak'd, and with clear eyes behold
+      The Lethargie wherein my reason long
+      Hath been be-charm'd: live, live, my matchless son,
+      Blest in thy Fathers blessing; much more blest
+      In thine own vertues: let me dew thy cheeks
+      With my unmanly tears: Rise, I forgive thee:
+      And good _Antinous_, if I shall be thy Father
+      Forgive me: I can speak no more.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Dear Sir,
+      You new beget me now--Madam your pardon,
+      I heartily remit you.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I as freely
+      Discharge thee _Cassilane_.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      My gracious Lords,
+      Repute me not a blemish to my Sex,
+      In that I strove to cure a desperate evil
+      With a more violent remedy: your lives,
+      Your honours are your own.
+
+Philander:
+
+      Then with consent
+      Be reconcil'd on all sides: Please you Fathers
+      To take your places.
+
+Possenne:
+
+      Let us again ascend,
+      With joy and thankfulness to Heaven: and now
+      To other business Lords.
+
+      [Enter _Gaspero_, and _Melitus_, with _Gonzalo_]
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Two hours and more Sir,
+      The Senate hath been set.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      And I not know it?
+      Who sits with them?
+
+Melitus:
+
+      My Lord, the Prince of _Cyprus_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Gaspero,
+      Why how comes that to pass?
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Some weighty cause
+      I warrant you.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Now Lords the business? ha?
+      Who's here, _Erota_?
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      Secretarie do your charge
+      Upon that Traitor.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Traitor?
+297]
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Yes, _Gonzalo_, Traitor,
+      Of treason to the peace and state of _Candy_,
+      I do arrest thee.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Me? thou Dog?
+
+      [Enter _Fernando_, and _Michael_]
+
+Michael:
+
+      With Licence
+      From this grave Senate, I arrest thee likewise
+      Of treason to the State of _Venice_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Ha?
+      Is _Michael_ here? nay then I see
+      I am undone.
+
+Erota:
+
+      I shall not be your Queen,
+      Your Dutchess, or your Empress.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Dull, dull brain.
+      O I am fool'd!
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Look Sir, do you know this hand?
+
+Michael:
+
+      Do you know this Seal? First, Lords, he writes to _Venice_,
+      To make a perfect league, during which time
+      He would in private keep some Troops in pay,
+      Bribe all the Centinels throughout this Kingdom,
+      Corrupt the Captains; at a Banquet poyson
+      The Prince, and greatest Peers, and in conclusion
+      Yield _Candy_ slave to _Venice_.
+
+Gaspero:
+
+      Next, he contracted
+      With the Illustrious Princess, the Lady _Erota_,
+      In hope of marriage with her, to deliver
+      All the _Venetian_ gallantry, and strength,
+      Upon their first arrival, to the mercy
+      Of her and _Candy_.
+
+Erota:
+
+      This is true, _Gonzalo_.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      Let it be true: what then?
+
+Possenne:
+
+      My Lord Ambassadour,
+      What's your demand?
+
+Michael:
+
+      As likes the State of _Candy_,
+      Either to sentence him as he deserves
+      Here, or to send him like a slave to _Venice_.
+
+Porphycio:
+
+      We shall advise upon it.
+
+Gonzalo:
+
+      O the Devils,
+      That had not thrust this trick into my pate--
+298]  A Politician fool? destruction plague
+      _Candy_ and _Venice_ both.
+
+Possenne Porphycio:
+
+      Away with him.
+
+Melitus:
+
+      Come Sir, I'le see you safe.
+
+                                                        [Exeunt _Gonz._ _Mel._
+
+Erota:
+
+      Lords, e're you part
+      Be witness to another change of wonder;
+      _Antinous_, now be bold, before this presence,
+      Freely to speak, whether or no I us'd
+      The humblest means affection could contrive,
+      To gain thy love.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Madam, I must confess it,
+      And ever am your servant.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Yes _Antinous_,
+      My servant, for my Lord thou shalt be never:
+      I here disclaim the interest thou hadst once
+      In my too passionate thoughts. Most noble Prince,
+      If yet a relique of thy wonted flames
+      Live warm within thy bosom, then I blush not
+      To offer up the assurance of my faith,
+      To thee that hast deserv'd it best.
+
+Philander:
+
+      O Madam,
+      You play with my calamity.
+
+Erota:
+
+      Let heaven
+      Record my truth for ever.
+
+Philander:
+
+      With more joy
+      Than I have words to utter, I accept it.
+      I also pawn you mine.
+
+Erota:
+
+      The man that in requital
+      Of noble and un-sought affection
+      Grows cruel, never lov'd, nor did _Antinous_.
+      Yet herein (Prince) ye are beholding to him;
+      For his neglect of me humbled a pride,
+      Which to a vertuous wife had been a Monster.
+
+Philander:
+
+      For which I'le rank him my deserving friend.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      Much comfort dwell with you, as I could wish
+      To him I honour most.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      O my _Antinous_,
+      My own, my own good son.
+
+Fernando:
+
+      One suit I have to make.
+
+Philander:
+
+      To whom _Fernando_?
+299]
+
+Fernando:
+
+      Lord _Cassilane_ to you.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      To me?
+
+Fernando:
+
+      This Lady
+      Hath promised to be mine.
+
+Annophel:
+
+      Your blessing Sir;
+      Brother your love.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      You cannot Sir bestow her
+      On a more noble Gentleman.
+
+Cassilanes:
+
+      Saist thou so?
+      _Antinous_ I confirm it. Here _Fernando_,
+      Live both as one; she is thine.
+
+Antinous:
+
+      And herein Sister,
+      I honour you for your wise setled love.
+      This is a day of Triumph, all Contentions
+      Are happily accorded: _Candy's_ peace
+      Secur'd, and _Venice_ vow'd a worthy friend.
+
+                                                                      [Exeunt.
+
+
+
+
+
+460]
+APPENDIX
+
+
+
+
+THE LAWS OF CANDY
+
+
+The following variations are those of the 1st folio unless otherwise stated
+
+
+    p. 236
+        ll.  2--43. Not in 1st folio. _[e-Text transcriber's note: This is the
+        whole of the front matter, including cast and actor  lists,  with  the
+        exception of the title]_
+
+
+    p. 237
+        l. 9. insolencie.
+        l. 19. these many plagues.
+
+
+    p. 238
+        l. 15. 2nd folio] pretty.
+        l. 16. But this.
+        l. 21. are these.
+
+
+    p. 241
+        l. 40. 2nd folio _misprints_] aud.
+
+
+    p. 242
+        l. 12. and had.
+
+
+    p. 243
+        l. 31. you sit? [_omits_ Sir].
+
+
+    p. 245
+        l. 7. And as if.
+        l. 18. fuerie, then warrant,
+
+
+    p. 247
+        l. 32. 2nd folio] tell.
+
+
+    p. 248
+        l. 11. Lord.
+        l. 13. Cassilanes.
+
+
+461]
+
+
+    p. 249
+        l. 9. add debters.
+
+
+    p. 251
+        l. 31. so manded.
+
+
+    p. 252
+        l. 11. so bold.
+
+
+    p. 253
+        l. 8. teaching there.
+
+
+    p. 254
+        l. 34. by Iolus.
+        l. 38. 2nd folio _misprints_] bravel.
+
+
+    p. 255
+        l. 3. I am borne.
+        l. 22. 2nd folio _misprints_] your.
+
+
+    p. 257
+        ll. 33 and 34.
+
+              --with your blessings,
+              Then growne.
+        l. 37. even unto.
+
+
+    p. 259
+        l. 33. _Omits_ If.
+
+
+    p. 260
+        l. 32. percusseere the.
+
+
+    p. 262
+        l. 20. 2nd folio] loss.
+        l. 25. 2nd folio] Erot.
+
+
+    p. 266
+        l. 16. 2nd folio] Casp.
+
+
+    p. 267
+        l. 16. This tempest-wearied.
+        l. 30. Pray.
+
+
+    p. 269
+        l. 4. Please.
+        l. 13. Your much.
+
+
+    p. 270
+        l. 30. please.
+
+
+    p. 271
+        l. 21. thou didst.
+        l. 22. lose by it.
+
+
+    p. 272
+        ll. 13 and 17. _Adds stage directions_] Musick. Musick againe.
+        l. 22. _Omits stage direction_] Musick.
+
+
+    p. 273
+        l. 4. for it.
+        l. 18. griefes.
+        l. 24. _A missing bracket has been added at the end of the line_.
+
+
+    p. 274
+        l. 38. wake.
+
+
+    p. 275
+        l. 1. pray.
+        l. 23. thy owne.
+
+
+    p. 277
+        l. 7. is it.
+        l. 27. do arive.
+        l. 31. crueller.
+
+
+    p. 279
+        l. 3. please ye.
+        l. 9. would you.
+        l. 30. 'has more 'gag'd.
+
+
+    p. 280
+        l. 31. spake.
+
+
+    p. 281
+        l. 10. do ye.
+        l. 40. Ye are.
+
+
+    p. 282
+        l. 20. He? feare.
+        l. 28. 2nd folio _misprints_] aod.
+
+
+    p. 283
+        l. 29. So a.
+
+
+    p. 286
+        l. 7. Porphino.
+        l. 18. 2nd folio _misprints_] Mie.
+
+
+    p. 288
+        l. 18. 2nd folio _misprints_] Chornicled.
+        l. 25. 'Has.
+
+
+    p. 291
+        l. 15. intreates.
+
+
+    p. 299
+        l. 16. _Adds_ Finis.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Laws of Candy
+by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14548 ***