diff options
| -rw-r--r-- | .gitattributes | 3 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14548-0.txt | 5085 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14548-h/14548-h.htm | 5428 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | LICENSE.txt | 11 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | README.md | 2 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/14548-h.zip | bin | 0 -> 54527 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/14548-h/14548-h.htm | 5844 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/14548.txt | 5474 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/14548.zip | bin | 0 -> 49314 bytes |
9 files changed, 21847 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/14548-0.txt b/14548-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3efce13 --- /dev/null +++ b/14548-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5085 @@ +*** 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 *** diff --git a/14548-h/14548-h.htm b/14548-h/14548-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..339a23a --- /dev/null +++ b/14548-h/14548-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,5428 @@ +<?xml version="1.0"?> +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" +"/usr/share/emacs/site-lisp/tei-emacs/xml/dtds/xhtml/xhtml1-transitional.dtd" []> +<html> +<!--THIS FILE IS GENERATED FROM AN XML MASTER. + DO NOT EDIT--><head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"/> +<title>Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10): The Laws of Candy</title> + +<style type="text/css"> + +<!-- * { font-family: Times;} --> + P { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + BODY { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; } + + .pagenum { text-indent: 0em; position: absolute; left: 1%; right: 5%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: right } + .sidenote { text-indent: 0em; position: absolute; left: 91%; right: 100%; width: 9%; font-size: 10pt; + text-align: center; font-weight: bold; } + + .hidden { display: none; } + .center { text-align: center; } + .right { text-align: right; } + .left { text-align: left; } + + .toc { list-style-type: none; text-align: center; } + .toc BR { display: none; } + .toc .header { font-size: 2em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; } + .toc .volume TD { font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; height: 3em; } + .toc .book TD { font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.2em; height: 3em; } + .toc .chapter TD { font-weight: normal; } + .toc .figure TD { font-weight: normal; font-size: 1.2em; } + .toc HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .titlepage { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .titlepage SPAN { display: block; } + .titlepage .main { font-size: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .sub { font-size: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .byline { font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .byline SPAN { display: block; } + .titlepage .byline .docauthor { font-size: 1.5em; } + .titlepage UL { margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage LI { list-style-type: none; } + + .head LI { list-style-type: none; } + + .center .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.75em; } + .center .head HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .volume .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.75em; } + .volume .head HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .book .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .book .head HR { width: 75%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; color: gray; } + + .chapter .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 0em;} + .chapter .head HR { width: 50%; } + + .sp .speaker { font-weight: bold; margin-left: -10%; margin-bottom: 0em; padding-right: 2em; } + .sp .speaker-center { font-weight: bold; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 1em; } + .sp .speaker-right { text-align: right; } + .sp .speech { text-indent: 0em; margin-left: 3em; margin-top: -1em; margin-bottom: 0em; } + .sp .lg { text-indent: 0em; margin-left: 0em; } + + .l-F { text-indent: 10em; } + .l-M { text-indent: 5em; } + + .stage-right { display: inline; position: absolute; right: 5%; margin-top: -1em; text-align: right; } + .stage-left { text-align: left; } + .stage-center { text-align: center; } + .stage-other { text-align: center; } + + .castlist { text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-size: 1.25em; } + .castlist HR { width: 50%; } + .castlist .head { font-weight: bold; font-size: +1.5em; } + .castlist P { text-align: center; } + .castlist UL { list-style-type: none; } + + .mainscene { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: +1.5em; } + .mainscene HR { width: 50%; } + + .act .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 2em; } + .act HR { width: 75%; } + + .scene .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .scene HR { width: 50%; } + + .appendix .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 2em; } + .appendix HR { width: 75%; } + .appendix UL {} + .appendix UL UL { margin-top: -2em; margin-left: 6em; } +</style> + +<meta name="author" content="Beaumont, Francis (1584-1616); Fletcher, John (1579-1625)"/> +<meta name="generator" content="Text Encoding Initiative Consortium XSLT stylesheets"/> +<meta name="DC.Title" content="Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10): The Laws of Candy"/> +<meta name="DC.Type" content="Text"/> +<meta name="DC.Format" content="text/html"/> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14548 ***</div> + +fs<a name="TOP"></a> +<div class="titlepage"> +<span class="main">The Laws of Candy</span> +<span class="sub">A Tragi-Comedy</span> +<div class="byline">The works of Beaumont and Fletcher, edited by A.R. Walker</div> +</div> + +<div class="castlist"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.1"></a>Persons Represented in the Play.</div> + + +<p> +</p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4521654"></a> +Cassilanes, <i>General of</i> Candy. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521668"></a> +Antinous, <i>Son to</i> Cassilanes, <i>and his +Competitor</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521690"></a> +Fernando, <i>a Venetian Captain, Servant +to</i> Annophel. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521706"></a> +Philander, <i>Prince of</i> Cyprus, <i>passionately +in love with</i> Erota. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521729"></a> +Gonzalo, <i>An ambitious Politick Lord +of</i> Venice. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521744"></a> +Gaspero, <i>Secretary of State</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521758"></a> +Melitus, <i>a Gentleman of</i> Candy. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521772"></a> +Arcanes, <i>a noble Souldier, Friend to</i> +Cassilanes. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521787"></a> +Decius, <i>Friend to</i> Antinous. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521801"></a> +Porphycio, +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521807"></a> +Possenne, <i>Senators</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521821"></a> +Paolo Michael, <i>Venetian Ambassadour</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521835"></a> +Mochingo, <i>an ignorant Servant to</i> +Erota. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521849"></a><i>Gentlemen.</i> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521861"></a><i>Souldiers.</i> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521873"></a><i>Servants.</i> +</li> +</ul> +<p> +</p> + +<p> +</p> +<p><em><i>WOMEN</i></em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4521909"></a> +Erota, <i>a Princess, imperious, and of +an overweaning Beauty</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521925"></a> +Annophel, <i>Daughter to</i> Cassilanes. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521939"></a> +Hyparcha, <i>Attendant on the Princess</i> +Erota. +</li> +</ul> +<p> +</p> + +</div> + +<div class="mainscene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.2"></a><i>The Scene</i> Candy</div> + +<p></p> +</div> + +<div class="castlist"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.3"></a> +The principal Actors were, +</div> + + +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4522018"></a><i>Joseph Taylor</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4522031"></a><i>William Eglestone</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4522044"></a><i>Nicholas Toolie</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537212"></a><i>Richard Sharpe</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537223"></a><i>John Lowin</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537234"></a><i>John Underwood</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537246"></a><i>George Birch</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537257"></a><i>Thomas Pollard</i>.</li> +</ul> +</div> + + + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-236"></a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-237"></a></span> + + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.1"></a>Actus Primus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4537316"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero, <i>and</i> Melitus</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Sir, you're the very friend I wish'd to meet with,<br /> +I have a large discourse invites your ear<br /> +To be an Auditor.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And what concerns it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>The sadly thriving progress of the loves<br /> +Between my Lord, the Prince, and that great Lady,<br /> +<a name="ref237-9"></a>Whose insolence, and never-yet-match'd Pride,<br /> +Can by no Character be well exprest,<br /> +But in her only name, the proud <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Alas, <i>Melitus</i>, I should guess the best<br /> +Success your Prince could find from her, to be<br /> +As harsh as the event doth prove: but now<br /> +'Tis not a time to pity passionate griefs,<br /> +When a whole Kingdom in a manner lyes<br /> +Upon its Death-Bed bleeding.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Who can tell<br /> +<a name="ref237-19"></a>Whether or no these plagues at once<br /> +Hang over this unhappy Land for her sake<br /> +That is a Monster in it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Here's the misery<br /> +Of having a Child our Prince; else I presume<br /> +The bold <i>Venetians</i> had not dar'd to attempt<br /> +So bloody an invasion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Yet I wonder<br /> +Why (Master Secretary) still the Senate<br /> +So almost superstitiously adores<br /> +<i>Gonzalo</i>, the <i>Venetian</i> Lord, considering<br /> +The outrage of his Countrymen--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Senate<br /> +Is wise, and therein just, for this <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +Upon a Massacre performed at Sea<br /> +By the Admiral of <i>Venice</i>, on a Merchant<br /> +Of <i>Candy</i>, when the cause was to be heard<br /> +Before the Senate there, in open Court<br /> +Professed, that the cruelty the Admiral<br /> +Had shewed, deserved not only fine, but death;<br /> +For <i>Candy</i> then, and <i>Venice</i> were at peace:<br /> +Since when upon a motion in the Senate,<br /> +For Conquest of our Land, 'tis known for certain,<br /> +That only this <i>Gonzalo</i> dar'd to oppose it,<br /> +His reason was, because it too much savour'd<br /> +Of lawless and unjust ambition.<br /> +The Wars were scarce begun, but he (in fear<br /> +Of quarrels 'gainst his life) fled from his Country,<br /> +And hither came, where (to confirm his truth)<br /> +I know, (<i>Melitus</i>,) he out of his own store,<br /> +Hath monied <i>Cassilanes</i> the General.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>What, without other pledges than <i>Cassilanes</i><br /> +Bare promise of payment?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>No, it may be<br /> +<a name="ref238-15"></a>He has some [pe]tty Lordship to retire to;<br /> +<a name="ref238-16"></a>But thus he hath done; now 'tis fit, <i>Melitus</i>,<br /> +The Senate should be thankful, otherwise<br /> +They should annihilate one of those Laws<br /> +For which this Kingdome is throughout the World<br /> +Unfollowed and admired.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p> +<a name="ref238-21"></a>What Laws are those, Sir?<br /> +Let me so much importune you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>You shall,<br /> +And they be worth your knowledge: briefly thus:<br /> +Who e'r he be that can detect apparently<br /> +Another of ingratitude, for any<br /> +Received Benefit, the Plaintiff may<br /> +Require the Offenders life; unless he please<br /> +Freely and willingly to grant remission.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>By which strict Law, the Senate is in danger,<br /> +Should they neglect <i>Gonzalo</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Right, the Law<br /> +Permits a like equality to Aliens,<br /> +As to a home-bred Patriot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Pray Sir, the other?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Know, <i>Melitus</i>,<br /> +The elder <i>Cretans</i> flourished many years,<br /> +In War, in Peace unparallel'd, and they<br /> +(To spur heroic Spirits on to Vertue)<br /> +Enacted that what man so ere he were,<br /> +Did noblest in the field against his enemy,<br /> +So by the general voice approv'd, and known,<br /> +Might at his home-return, make his demand<br /> +For satisfaction, and reward.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>They are<br /> +Both famous Laws indeed.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter a Messenger</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Messenger</p>Master Secretary,<br /> +The Senate is about to sit, and crave<br /> +Your presence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>What, so suddenly?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Messenger</p>These Letters<br /> +Will shew the causes why.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Heaven, thou art great,<br /> +And worthy to be thanked!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Your countenance, Sir,<br /> +Doth promise some good tidings.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>O the best<br /> +And happiest for this land that e'r was told!<br /> +All the <i>Venetian</i> Forces are defeated.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>How, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And what doth add some delight more,<br /> +There is amongst the Souldiers a contention<br /> +Who shall be the triumpher, and it stands<br /> +Doubtful between a Father and his Son,<br /> +Old <i>Cassilanes</i>, and young <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Why may not both demand it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Law denies it,<br /> +But where the Souldiers do not all consent,<br /> +The Parties in contention, are refer'd<br /> +To plead before the Senate; and from them<br /> +Upon an open audience to be judg'd<br /> +The Chief, and then to make demands.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>You ravish me<br /> +With wonder and delight.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Come; as we walk,<br /> +I shall more fully inform you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-240"></a></span> + +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4539017"></a>SCENE II</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilanes, Arcanes, Antinous, <i>and</i> Decius.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Admit no Souldier near us till the Senate<br /> +Have took their places.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You are obey'd, my Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p> +<i>Decius</i>, fall off.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>I shall.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Give leave <i>Arcanes</i>:<br /> +Young man, come nearer to me: who am I?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It were a sin against the piety<br /> +Of filial duty, if I should forget<br /> +The debt I owe my Father on my knee:<br /> +Your pleasure?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What, so low? canst thou find joints,<br /> +Yet be an Elephant? <i>Antinous</i>, rise;<br /> +Thou wilt belye opinion, and rebate<br /> +The ambition of thy gallantry, that they<br /> +Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd, should see<br /> +Their little God of War, kneel to his Father,<br /> +Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir,<br /> +For proof that I acknowledge you the Author<br /> +Of giving me my Birth, I have discharg'd<br /> +A part of my Obedience. But if now<br /> +You should (as cruel fathers do) proclaim<br /> +Your right, and Tyrant-like usurp the glory<br /> +Of my peculiar honours, not deriv'd<br /> +From successary, but purchas'd with my bloud,<br /> +Then I must stand first Champion for my self<br /> +Against all interposers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Boldly urg'd,<br /> +And proudly, I could love thee, did not anger<br /> +Consult with just disdain, in open language<br /> +To call thee most ungrateful. Say freely,<br /> +Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereon<br /> +The reeling pillars of a popular breath<br /> +Have rais'd thy Giant-like conceit, to add<br /> +A suffrage to thy Fathers merit? speak.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-241"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, hear me: were there not a Chronicle<br /> +Well pen'd by all their tongues, who can report<br /> +What they have seen you do; or had you not<br /> +Best in your own performance writ your self,<br /> +And been your own text, I would undertake<br /> +Alone, without the help of Art, or Character,<br /> +But only to recount your deeds in Arms,<br /> +And you should ever then be fam'd a President<br /> +Of living victory: But as you are<br /> +Great, and well worthy to be stiled Great,<br /> +It would betray a poverty of Spirit<br /> +In me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent,<br /> +If I should coward-like surrender up<br /> +The interest which the inheritance of your vertue<br /> +And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour:<br /> +My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which any<br /> +That wears a Sword, and hath but seen me fight,<br /> +Gives me, I will not share, nor yield one jot,<br /> +One tittle.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Not to me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You are my Father,<br /> +Yet not to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ambitious Boy, how dar'st thou<br /> +To tell me, that thou wilt contend?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Had I<br /> +Been slothful, and not follow'd you in all<br /> +The streights of death, you might have justly then<br /> +Reputed me a Bastard: 'tis a cruelty<br /> +More than to murther Innocents, to take<br /> +The life of my yet infant-honour from me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, look upon this badge of age,<br /> +Thy Father's grey-hair'd beard: full fifty years,<br /> +(And more than half of this, ere thou wert born)<br /> +I have been known a Souldier, in which time<br /> +I found no difference 'twixt War and Peace,<br /> +For War was Peace to me, and Peace was War.<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, mark me well; there hath not liv'd<br /> +These fifty years a man whom <i>Crete</i> prefer'd<br /> +Before thy Father; let me boldly boast,<br /> +<a name="ref241-40"></a>Thy Father, both for Discipline a[n]d Action<br /> +Hath so long been the first of all his Nation;<br /> +Now, canst thou think it honest, charitable,<br /> +Nay humane, being so young, my Son, my Child,<br /> +Begot, bred, taught by me, by me thy Father,<br /> +For one days service, and that on thy first,<br /> +To rob me of a glory which I fought for<br /> +A half of hundred years?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My case observes<br /> +Both equity and presidents; for Sir,<br /> +That very day whereon you got your Fame,<br /> +You took it from some other, who was then<br /> +<a name="ref242-12"></a>Chief in repute, as you are now, and has been<br /> +Perhaps as many years deserving that<br /> +Which you gain'd in a day, as I have mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>But he was not my Father then, <i>Antinous</i>;<br /> +Thou leav'st out that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, had he been your Father,<br /> +He had been then immortal; for a Father<br /> +Heightens his reputation where his Son<br /> +Inherits it, as when you give us life,<br /> +Your life is not diminish'd but renew'd<br /> +In us when you are dead, and we are still<br /> +Your living Images.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>So be thou curs'd<br /> +In thy posterity, as I in thee,<br /> +Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun,<br /> +Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted<br /> +Upon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword,<br /> +And teaching this young Man to manage Arms,<br /> +That was a raw, fresh Novice in the feats<br /> +Of Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witness<br /> +Against this Brat of his Ingratitude?<br /> +Who, to eclipse the light of my renown,<br /> +Can no way hope to get a noble Name,<br /> +But by the treading on his Father's Greatness;<br /> +Thou wilt not yield?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Arcanes</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My life, but not the prize<br /> +My Sword hath purchas'd.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-243"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>The Senate,<br /> +My Lord, are here at hand, and all the Souldiers<br /> +Begin to throng about them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Now, <i>Arcanes</i>, the--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>What, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Trifles will affront us; that<br /> +Fine fighting Stripling.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Let him have the shame on't;<br /> +'Please you withdraw on this side.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My great heart<br /> +Was never quail'd before.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My Lord, be confident,<br /> +Let not your Father daunt you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p> +<i>Decius</i>, whither<br /> +Must I withdraw?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>On this side.--See, the Souldiers<br /> +Attend your pleasure--courage, Sir; the Senate.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Way for the Senate.<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Porphycio, Possenne, (<i>three Senators</i>) Gonzalo, Gaspero, <i>Souldiers</i></p> +My good Lords I know not<br /> +What tax of arrogance I may incurr,<br /> +Should I presume, though courted by your Favours,<br /> +To take a place amongst you; I had rather<br /> +Give proof of my unfeign'd humility<br /> +By force, though mean, yet more becoming place,<br /> +Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lord, your wisdom is both known and try'd;<br /> +We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship<br /> +Than your great service to the State deserves.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p> +<a name="ref243-31"></a>Will't please you, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter </i>Fernando <i>with Souldiers</i>.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What's here, my Lord <i>Porphycio</i>?<br /> +It must not be.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>My Lord, you are too modest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>It is no season to be troublesome,<br /> +Else--but I have done: your Lordships are observ'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Is the demandant ready?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-244"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>He is ready.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Produce him then.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Before this sacred presence,<br /> +I, by a general consent, am made<br /> +The Souldiers voice, and to your gracious Wisedoms,<br /> +Present as chief in Arms, his Countries Champion,<br /> +<i>Cassilanes.</i><br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Most reverend Lords, you hear the lesser number<br /> +Of those who have been Guardians to this Country,<br /> +Approve this Champion; I, in all their names,<br /> +Who fought for <i>Candy</i>, here present before you<br /> +The mightiest man in Arms, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +Speak fellow Souldiers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Stand by all, save the two Competitors.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lords, how much your Countrey owes you both,<br /> +The due reward of your desertful glories<br /> +Must to Posterity remain: but yet<br /> +Since, by our Law, one only can make claim<br /> +To the proposed honours which you both<br /> +(It seems) have truly merited, take leave<br /> +Freely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Wherein priority of voice is granted,<br /> +Lord <i>Cassilanes</i> to you; for that your rare<br /> +And long experience in the Course of War,<br /> +As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge<br /> +Of Order and Civility, for that<br /> +You are your brave Opponents worthy Father.<br /> +Say, Country-men, are you content?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>I, I.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfit<br /> +It is for me, that all my life time have<br /> +Been practis'd in the School of Bloud, and Slaughter<br /> +To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel,<br /> +Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitcht<br /> +Another, and another field, like that<br /> +Which, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter'd,<br /> +Defeated, and made nothing, then the man<br /> +That had a heart to think he could but follow<br /> +(For equal me he should not) through the lanes<br /> +Of danger and amazement, might in that<br /> +That only of but following me, be happy,<br /> +Reputed worthy to be made my Rival;<br /> +For 'tis not, Lords, unknown to those about me,<br /> +(My fellow Souldiers) first, with what a confidence<br /> +I led them on to fight, went on still, and<br /> +<a name="ref245-7"></a>As if I could have been a second Nature,<br /> +As well in heartening them by my example,<br /> +As by my exhortation, I gave life<br /> +To quicken courage, to inflame revenge,<br /> +To heighten resolution; in a word,<br /> +To out-doe action: It boots not to discover,<br /> +How that young man, who was not fledg'd nor skill'd<br /> +In Martial play, was even as ignorant<br /> +As childish: But I list not to disparage<br /> +His non-ability: The signal given<br /> +Of Battel, when our enemies came on,<br /> +<a name="ref245-18"></a>(Directed more by fury, than by warrant<br /> +Of Policy and Stratagem) I met them,<br /> +I in the fore-front of the Armies met them;<br /> +And as if this old weather-beaten body<br /> +Had been compos'd of cannon-proof, I stood<br /> +The volleys of their shot. I, I my self<br /> +Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes:<br /> +But when we came to handy-stroaks, as often<br /> +As I lent blows, so often I gave wounds,<br /> +And every wound a death. I may be bold<br /> +To justifie a truth, this very sword<br /> +Of mine slew more than any twain besides:<br /> +And, which is not the least of all my glorie,<br /> +When he, this young man, hand to hand in fight,<br /> +Was by the General of the Venetians,<br /> +And such as were his retinue, unhors'd,<br /> +I stept between, and rescu'd him my self,<br /> +Or horses hoofs had trampled him to dirt;<br /> +And whilst he was re-mounting, I maintain'd<br /> +The combate with the gallant General,<br /> +Till having taken breath, he throng'd before me,<br /> +Renew'd the fight, and with a fatal blow,'<br /> +Stole both that honour from me, and his life<br /> +From him, whom I before my self alone,<br /> +Had more than full three quarters kill'd: a man<br /> +Well worthy only by this hand to have dy'd,<br /> +Not by a Boys weak push: I talk too much,<br /> +But 'tis a fault of age: If to bring home<br /> +Long peace, long victorie, even to your Capitol;<br /> +If to secure your Kingdom, wives, and children,<br /> +Your lives and liberties; if to renown<br /> +Your honours through the world, to fix your names,<br /> +Like Blazing stars admir'd, and fear'd by all<br /> +That have but heard of <i>Candy</i>, or a <i>Cretan</i>,<br /> +Be to deserve the approvement of my man-hood,<br /> +Then thus much have I done: what more, examine<br /> +The annals of my life; and then consider<br /> +What I have been, and am. Lords I have said.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>With reverence to the Senate, is it lawfull,<br /> +Without your Customes breach, to say a word?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Say on my Lord <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I have heard,<br /> +And with no little wonder, such high deeds<br /> +Of Chivalrie discours'd, that I confess,<br /> +I do not think the Worthies while they liv'd<br /> +All nine, deserv'd as much applause, or memorie,<br /> +As this one: But who can do ought to gain<br /> +The crown of honour from him, must be somewhat<br /> +More than a man; you tread a dangerous path,<br /> +Yet I shall hear you gladly: for believe me,<br /> +Thus much let me profess, in honours cause,<br /> +I would not to my Father, nor my King,<br /> +(My Countries Father) yield: if you transcend<br /> +What we have heard, I can but only say,<br /> +That Miracles are yet in use. I fear<br /> +I have offended.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You have spoken nobly.<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> use your priviledge.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Princely Fathers,<br /> +E're I begin, one suit I have to make,<br /> +'Tis just, and honourable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Speak, and have it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>That you would please the souldiers might all stand<br /> +Together by their General.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>'Tis granted.<br /> +All fall to yonder side: Go on, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I shall be brief and plain: all what my Father<br /> +(This Countries Patron) hath discours'd, is true.<br /> +Fellows in Arms: speak you, is't true?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It follows, that the blaze of my performance<br /> +Took light from what I saw him do: and thus<br /> +A City (though the flame be much more dreadfull)<br /> +May from a little spark be set on fire;<br /> +Of all what I have done, I shall give instance<br /> +Only in three main proofs of my desert.<br /> +First I sought out (but through how many dangers<br /> +My Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander,<br /> +The head of that huge body, whose proud weight<br /> +Our Land shrunk under, him I found and fought with,<br /> +Fought with, and slew. Fellows in Arms, speak you,<br /> +Is't true or not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>When he was faln,<br /> +The hearts of all our adversaries<br /> +Began to quail, till young <i>Fernando</i>, son<br /> +To the last Duke of <i>Venice</i> gather'd head,<br /> +And soon renew'd the field, by whose example<br /> +The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage<br /> +Had got the better of the day; our men<br /> +Supposing that their adversaries grew<br /> +Like <i>Hydra's</i> head, recoyle, and 'gan to flye:<br /> +I follow'd them; and what I said, they know;<br /> +The summe on't is; I call'd them back, new rankt them;<br /> +<a name="ref247-32"></a>Led on, they follow'd, shrunk not t[i]ll the end:<br /> +Fellows in Arms is't true, or no?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Lastly, to finish all, there was but one,<br /> +The only great exploit; which was to take<br /> +<i>Fernando</i> prisoner, and that hand to hand<br /> +In single fight I did: my self without<br /> +The help of any arm, save the arm of Heaven.<br /> +Speak Souldiers, is it true, or no?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-248"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Behold my prisoner, Fathers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>This one man<br /> +Ruin'd our Army, and hath glorifi'd<br /> +<i>Crete</i> in her robes of mightiness and conquest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>We need not use long circumstance of words,<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> thou art conquerer: the Senate,<br /> +The souldiers, and thy valour have pronounc'd it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">All</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Make thy demand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<a name="ref248-11"></a>Please ye (my Lords) give leave<br /> +That I may part.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p> +<a name="ref248-13"></a>No <i>Cassilane</i>, the Court<br /> +Should therein be dishonour'd, do not imagin<br /> +We prize your presence at so slight a rate.<br /> +Demand, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Thus (my Lords) to witness<br /> +How far I am from arrogance, or thinking<br /> +I am more valiant, though more favour'd<br /> +Than my most matchless father, my demand is,<br /> +That for a lasting memorie of his name,<br /> +His deeds, his real, nay his royal worth,<br /> +You set up in your Capitol in Brass<br /> +My Fathers Statue, there to stand for ever<br /> +A Monument and Trophy of his victories,<br /> +With this Inscription to succeeding ages,<br /> +<i>Great</i> Cassilanes, <i>Patron of Candy's Peace</i>,<br /> +<i>Perpetual Triumpher</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>It is granted. What more?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>No more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>How Boy?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thou art immortal,<br /> +Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties<br /> +Of an unconquer'd minde.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My Prisoner, Lords,<br /> +To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender:<br /> +Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give<br /> +For largess to the Souldiers: the other half<br /> +To the erection of this monument.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ambitious villain.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-249"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thou art all un-imitable.<br /> +My Lords, to work a certain peace for <i>Candy</i><br /> +With <i>Venice</i>, use <i>Fernando</i> like a Prince;<br /> +His ransom I'le disburse what e're it be:<br /> +Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions<br /> +Of amitie shall be concluded on:<br /> +Are ye content?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We are, and ever rest<br /> +<a name="ref249-9"></a>Both friends and debters to your nobleness.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Souldiers attend me in the Market-place,<br /> +Fie thither send your largess.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I have a sute too, Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Propose it, 'tis yours, if fit and just.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Let not my services,<br /> +My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse<br /> +To you, and to the State, be branded now<br /> +With Ignominy ne're to be forgotten:<br /> +Rear me no Monument, unless you mean<br /> +To have me fam'd a Coward, and be stamp'd so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>We understand you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Proud boy, thou dost,<br /> +And Tyrant-like insult'st upon my shame.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity,<br /> +What I did, was but only to inforce<br /> +The Senates gratitude. I now acknowledge it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy<br /> +Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours:<br /> +He knows no mention can of me be made,<br /> +But that it ever likewise must be told,<br /> +How I by him was master'd; and for surety<br /> +That all succeeding times may so report it,<br /> +He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs<br /> +Ingrav'd in Brass: hence, hence proceeds the falshood<br /> +Of his insinuating piety.<br /> +Thou art no child of mine: thee and thy bloud,<br /> +Here in the Capitol, before the Senate,<br /> +I utterly renounce: So thrift and fate<br /> +Confirm me; henceforth never see my face,<br /> +Be, as thou art, a villain to thy Father.<br /> +Lords I must crave your leaves: come, come <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Here's a strange high-born spirit.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>'Tis but heat<br /> +Of suddain present rage; I dare assure +<i>Antinous</i> of his favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I not doubt it,<br /> +He is both a good man, and a good Father.<br /> +I shall attend your Lordships.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Do <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes: feast thy Triumphs<br /> +With applause and pleasures.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Lead on.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>. <i>Flor. Cornets</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I utterly renounce--'Twas so?<br /> +Was't not, my <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Pish, you know, my Lord,<br /> +Old men are cholerick.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And lastly parted<br /> +With, never henceforth see my face: O me,<br /> +How have I lost a Father? Such a Father!<br /> +Such a one <i>Decius</i>! I am miserable,<br /> +Beyond expression.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Fie, how unbecoming<br /> +This shews upon your day of fame!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>O mischief!<br /> +I must no more come near him; that I know,<br /> +And am assur'd on't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Say you do not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>True:<br /> +Put case I do not: what is <i>Candy</i> then<br /> +To lost <i>Antinous</i>? <i>Malta</i>, I resolve<br /> +To end my dayes in thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>How's that?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I'le trie<br /> +All humble means of being reconcil'd,<br /> +Which if deny'd, then I may justly say,<br /> +This day has prov'd my worst: <i>Decius</i>, my worst.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"> [<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-251"></a></span> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.2"></a>Actus Secundus</div> +<div class="acene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4544995"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Gaspero</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Now to what you have heard; as no man can<br /> +Better than I, give you her Character;<br /> +For I have been both nurs'd, and train'd up to<br /> +Her petulant humours, and been glad to bear them,<br /> +Her Brother, my late Master, did no less:<br /> +Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath<br /> +Made her believe that she is more than woman:<br /> +And as there did not want those flatterers<br /> +'Bout the worlds Conquerour, to make him think,<br /> +And did perswade him that he was a god;<br /> +So there be those base flies, that will not stick<br /> +To buzze into her ears she is an Angel,<br /> +And that the food she feeds on is <i>Ambrosia</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She should not touch it then, 'tis Poets fare.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I may take leave to say, she may as well<br /> +Determine of her self to be a goddess,<br /> +With lesser flatterie than he a god:<br /> +For she does conquer more, although not farther.<br /> +Every one looks on her, dyes in despair,<br /> +And would be glad to do it actually,<br /> +To have the next age tell how worthily,<br /> +And what good cause he had to perish so:<br /> +Here beauty is superlative, she knows it,<br /> +And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve,<br /> +But ought to perish, and to dye for her:<br /> +Many great Princes for her love have languish'd,<br /> +And given themselves a willing sacrifice,<br /> +Proud to have ended so: And now there is<br /> +<a name="ref251-31"></a>A Prince so madded in his own passions,<br /> +That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to,<br /> +And deems it happiness to be her slave.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You talk as if you meant to winde me in,<br /> +And make me of the number.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye<br /> +Shall plead for me: I tell you what she is,<br /> +What she expects, and what she will effect,<br /> +Unless you be the miracle of men,<br /> +That come with a purpose to behold,<br /> +And goe away your self.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me,<br /> +How is she stor'd with wit?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>As with beauty,<br /> +Infinite, and more to be admired at,<br /> +Than medled with.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters:<br /> +<a name="ref252-11"></a>And so boldly, so readily, as you would judge<br /> +It penn'd and studied.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Erota, Philander, Annophil, Hyparcha, Mochingo, <i>Attendants</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She comes.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I must leave you then,<br /> +But my best wishes shall remain with you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Still I must thank you.<br /> +This is the most passionate,<br /> +Most pitifull Prince,<br /> +Who in the Caldron of affections,<br /> +Looks as he had been par-boy'ld.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>If I offend with too much loving you,<br /> +It is a fault that I must still commit,<br /> +To make your mercy shine the more on me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You are the self-same creature you condemn,<br /> +Or else you durst not follow me with hope<br /> +That I can pity you, who am so far<br /> +From granting any comfort in this kind,<br /> +That you and all men else shall perish first:<br /> +I will live free and single, till I find<br /> +Something above a man to equal me;<br /> +Put all your brave <i>Heroes</i> into one,<br /> +Your Kings and Emperours, and let him come<br /> +In person of a man, and I should scorn him:<br /> +Must, and will scorn him.<br /> +The god of love himself hath lost his eyes,<br /> +His Bow and Torch extinguish'd, and the Poets<br /> +That made him first a god, have lost their fire<br /> +Since I appear'd, and from my eyes must steal it.<br /> +This I dare speak; and let me see the man,<br /> +Now I have spoke it, that doth, dare deny;<br /> +Nay, not believe it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>He is mad that does not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Have not all the nations of the Earth heard of me?<br /> +Most come to see me, and seeing me, return'd<br /> +<a name="ref253-8"></a>Full of my praises? teaching their Chroniclers<br /> +To make their Stories perfect? for where the name,<br /> +Merely the word of fair <i>Erota</i> stands,<br /> +It is a lasting History to time,<br /> +Begetting admiration in the men,<br /> +And in my own Sex envie: which glorie's lost,<br /> +When I shall stick my beautie in a cloud,<br /> +And clearly shine through it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>This woman's in the altitudes, and he must be<br /> +A good Astrologer shall know her Zodiack.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>For any man to think<br /> +Himself an able purchaser of you,<br /> +But in the bargain there must be declar'd<br /> +Infinite bounty: otherwise I vow,<br /> +By all that's excellent and gracious in you,<br /> +I would untenant every hope lodg'd in me,<br /> +And yield my self up loves, or your own Martyr.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>So you shall please us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O you cannot be<br /> +So heavenly, and so absolute in all things,<br /> +And yet retain such cruel tyranny.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I can, I do, I will.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She is in her<br /> +Moods, and her Tenses: I'le Grammer with you,<br /> +And make a trial how I can decline you:<br /> +By your leave (great Lady.)<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>What are you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>A man, a good man, that's a wealthy;<br /> +A Proper man, and a proud man too; one<br /> +That understands himself, and knows, unless<br /> +It be your self, no woman on the Universe deserves him.<br /> +Nay, Lady, I must tell you too withal,<br /> +I may make doubt of that, unless you paint<br /> +With better judgement next day than on this;<br /> +For (plain I must be with you) 'tis a dull Fucus.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Knows any one here what this fellow is?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Attendants</p>He is of <i>Venice</i> (Madam) a great Magnifico,<br /> +And gracious with the Senate.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let him keep then among them; what makes he here?<br /> +Here's state enough where I am: here's a do--<br /> +You, tell him, if he have ought with us, let him<br /> +Look lower, and give it in Petition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Mighty Magnifico, my Mistris bid me tell you,<br /> +If you have ought with her, you must look lower,<br /> +And yield it in Petition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Here is for thee a Ducket.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You say well Sir, take your own course.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I will not grace you<br /> +(Lady) so much as take you by the hand;<br /> +But when I shall vouchsafe to touch your lip,<br /> +It shall be through your Court a holy-day<br /> +Proclaimed for so high favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>This is some<br /> +Great mans Jester: Sirrah, begon, here is<br /> +No place to fool in.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Where are the fools you talk of?<br /> +I do keep two.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No question of it: for<br /> +In your self you do maintain an hundred.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And besides them I keep a noble train,<br /> +Statists, and men of aclion: my purse is large and deep,<br /> +Beyond the reach of riot to draw drie:<br /> +Fortune did vie with Nature, to bestow<br /> +(When I was born) her bountie equally:<br /> +'Tis not amiss you turn your eyes from me;<br /> +For should you stand and gaze me in the face,<br /> +<a name="ref254-34"></a>You perish would, like <i>Semele</i> by <i>Jove</i>:<br /> +In <i>Venice</i> at this instant there do lye<br /> +No less than threescore Ladies in their graves,<br /> +And in their Beds five hundred for my love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p> +<a name="ref254-38"></a>You lie more than they; yet it becomes him bravel[y];<br /> +Would I could walk and talk so! I'le endeavour it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, do you know me?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-255"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes, you were sister to the late Prince of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +Aunt to this young one: and I in <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +<a name="ref255-3"></a>Am born a Lord; equall to you in fortunes,<br /> +In shape; I'le say no more, but view.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>There needs no more be said, were I a woman--<br /> +O he does rarely: in shape; I'le say no more,<br /> +But view: who could say more, who better?<br /> +Man is no man, nor woman woman is,<br /> +Unless they have a pride like one of these.<br /> +How poor the Prince of <i>Cyprus</i> shews to him!<br /> +How poor another Lady unto her!<br /> +Carriage and State makes us seem demi-gods,<br /> +Humility, like beasts, worms of the Earth.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Antinous, <i>and</i> Decius.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Royal Lady, I kiss your hand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, I know you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>O my noble Brother, welcom from the wars.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Dear Sister.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Where is my Father, that you come without him?<br /> +We have news of your success: he has his health I hope?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Yes Sister, he has his health, but is not well.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p> +<a name="ref255-22"></a>How not well? what Riddles do yo[u] utter?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I'le tell you more in private.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Noble Sir,<br /> +I cannot be unmindfull of your merit,<br /> +Since I last heard it: you are a hopefull youth,<br /> +And (indeed) the Soul of <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +I must speak my thoughts.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>The Prince of <i>Cyprus</i> Brother, good <i>Decius</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am his Servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>You are the Patron of your Countrie, Sir,<br /> +So your unimitable deeds proclaim you,<br /> +It is no language of my own, but all mens.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your Enemies must needs acknowledge it:<br /> +Then do not think it flatterie in your friends,<br /> +For if they had a heart, they could not want a tongue.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Is this your Brother <i>Annophil</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Yes Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Your name's <i>Antinous</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-256"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am (Lady) that most unfortunate man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>How unfortunate? are you not the Souldier,<br /> +The Captain of those Captains, that did bring<br /> +Conquest and Victory home along with you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I had some share in't; but was the least<br /> +Of the least worthy.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O Sir, in your modesty you'ld make<br /> +A double Conquest: I was an ear-witness<br /> +When this young man spoke lesser than he acted,<br /> +And had the Souldiers voice to help him out:<br /> +But that the Law compell'd him for his honour,<br /> +To inforce him make a claim for his reward,<br /> +I well perceive he would have stood the man<br /> +That he does now, buried his worth in silence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you,<br /> +And find more in you than he can relate:<br /> +You shall attend on me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, your pardon.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Deny it not Sir, for it is more honour<br /> +Than you have gotten i'th' field: for know you shall,<br /> +Upon <i>Erota's</i> asking, serve <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I may want answers, Lady,<br /> +But never want a will to do you service.<br /> +I came here to my Sister, to take leave,<br /> +Having enjoyn'd my self to banishment,<br /> +For some cause that hereafter you may hear,<br /> +And wish with me I had not the occasion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>There shall be no occasion to divide us:<br /> +Dear Madam for my sake use your power,<br /> +Even for the service that he ought to owe,<br /> +Must, and does owe to you, his friends, and country.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Upon your Loyalty to the state and me,<br /> +I do command you Sir, not depart Candy:<br /> +Am I not your Princess?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You are a great Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Then shew your self a Servant and a Subject.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am your vassal.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You are a Coward; I that dare not fight,<br /> +Scorn to be vassail to any Prince in <i>Europe</i>:<br /> +Great is my heart with pride, which I'le encrease<br /> +When they are gone, with practise on my Vassals.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Attendants</p>The noble <i>Cassilane</i> is come to see you Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>There's comfort in those words, <i>Antinous</i>:<br /> +For here's the place, and persons that have power,<br /> +To reconcile you to his love again.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>That were a fortunate meeting.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, <i>and</i> Arcanes.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Greatness still wait you Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Good <i>Cassilane</i>, we do maintain our greatness,<br /> +Through your valour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My prayers pull daily blessings on thy head,<br /> +My un-offending child, my <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +Good Prince, worthy <i>Gonzalo</i>! ha? art thou here<br /> +Before me? in every action art thou ambitious?<br /> +My duty (Lady) first offered here,<br /> +And love to thee (my child) though he out-strip me;<br /> +Thus in the wars he got the start on me,<br /> +By being forward, but performing less;<br /> +All the endeavours of my life are lost,<br /> +And thrown upon that evil of mine own<br /> +Cursed begetting, whom I shame to father.<br /> +O that the heat thou rob'dst me of, had burnt<br /> +Within my Entrails, and begot a feaver,<br /> +Or some worse sickness, for thou art a disease<br /> +Sharper than any Physick gives a name to.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Why do you say so?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O <i>Annophil</i>; there is good cause my girle:<br /> +He has plaid the thief with me, and filch'd away<br /> +The richest jewel of my life, my honour,<br /> +Wearing it publickly with that applause,<br /> +As if he justly did inherit it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Would I had in my Infancy been laid<br /> +<a name="ref257-33"></a>Within my grave, covered with your blessings rather<br /> +<a name="ref257-34"></a>Than grown up to a man, to meet your curses.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O that thou hadst.<br /> +Then I had been the Father of a child,<br /> +<a name="ref257-37"></a>Dearer than thou wert ever unto me,<br /> +When hope perswaded me I had begot<br /> +Another self in thee: Out of mine eyes,<br /> +As far as I have thrown thee from my heart,<br /> +That I may live and dye forgetting thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>How has he deserv'd this untam'd anger,<br /> +That when he might have ask't for his reward<br /> +Some honour for himself, or mass of pelf,<br /> +He only did request to have erected<br /> +Your Statue in the Capitol, with Titles<br /> +Ingrav'd upon't, The Patron of his Countrey?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>That, that's the poison in the gilded cup,<br /> +The Serpent in the flowers, that stings my honour,<br /> +And leaves me dead in fame: Gods do a justice,<br /> +And rip his bosom up, that men may see,<br /> +Seeing, believe the subtle practises<br /> +Written within his heart: But I am heated,<br /> +And do forget this presence, and my self.<br /> +Your pardon, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You should not ask, 'less you knew how to give.<br /> +For my sake <i>Cassilane</i>, cast out of your thoughts<br /> +All ill conceptions of your worthy son,<br /> +That (questionless) has ignorantly offended,<br /> +Declared in his penitence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Bid me dye, Lady, for your sake I'le do it;<br /> +But that you'l say is nothing, for a man<br /> +That has out-liv'd his honour: But command me<br /> +In any thing save that, and <i>Cassilane</i><br /> +Shall ever be your servant. Come <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +(My joy in this world) thou shalt live with me,<br /> +(Retired in some solitarie nook,)<br /> +The comfort of my age; my dayes are short,<br /> +And ought to be well spent: and I desire<br /> +No other witness of them but thy self,<br /> +And good <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I shall obey you Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Noble Sir:<br /> +If you taste any want of worldly means,<br /> +Let not that discontent you: know me your friend,<br /> +That hath, and can supply you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Sir, I am too much bound to you already,<br /> +And 'tis not of my cares the least, to give you<br /> +Fair satisfaction.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-259"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You may imagine I do speak to that end,<br /> +But trust me, 'tis to make you bolder with me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Sir, I thank you, and may make trial of you,<br /> +Mean time my service.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Brother be comforted; so long as I continue<br /> +Within my Fathers love, you cannot long<br /> +Stand out an Exile: I must goe live with him,<br /> +And I will prove so good an Orator<br /> +In your behalf, that you again shall gain him,<br /> +Or I will stir in him another anger,<br /> +And be lost with you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Better I were neglected: for he is hasty,<br /> +And through the Choler that abounds in him,<br /> +(Which for the time divides from him his judgement)<br /> +He may cast you off, and with you his life;<br /> +For grief will straight surprize him, and that way<br /> +Must be his death: the sword has try'd too often,<br /> +And all the deadly Instruments of war<br /> +Have aim'd at his great heart, but ne're could touch it:<br /> +Yet not a limb about him wants a scar.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Madam my duty--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will you be gone?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I must, Lady, but I shall be ready,<br /> +When you are pleas'd command me, for your service.<br /> +Excellent Prince--To all my heartie love,<br /> +And a good Farewel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Thanks honest <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Come <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Shall I not wait upon you Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>From hence you shall not stir a foot:<br /> +Loving <i>Gonzalo</i>, it must be all my study<br /> +To requite you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref259-33"></a>If I may be so fortunate to deserve<br /> +The name of friend from you, I have enough.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>You are so, and you have made your self so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I will then preserve it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> you are my servant, are you not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It hath pleased you so to grace me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Why are you then dejected? you will say,<br /> +You have lost a father; but you have found a Mistris<br /> +Doubles that loss: be master of your spirit;<br /> +You have a cause for it, which is my favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will no man ease me of this fool?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your fellow.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> wait upon us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I shall Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Nay but Ladie, Ladie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, you are rude: and if you be the Master<br /> +Of such means as you do talk of, you should<br /> +Learn good manners.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O Lady, you can find a fault in me,<br /> +But not perceive it in your self: you must, shall hear me:<br /> +I love you for your pride, 'tis the best vertue<br /> +In you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I could hang this fellow now: by whom<br /> +Are you supported, that you dare do this?<br /> +Have you not example here in a Prince<br /> +Transcending you in all things, yet bears himself<br /> +As doth become a man had seen my beautie?<br /> +Back to your Country, and your Curtizans,<br /> +Where you may be admired for your wealth,<br /> +Which being consum'd, may be a means to gain you<br /> +The opinion of some wit. Here's nothing<br /> +To be got but scorn, and loss of time.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Which are things I delight in.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> follow me.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"><i>[Exit.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She is vext to the soul.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Let her be vext, 'tis fit she should be so:<br /> +Give me thy hand <i>Gonzalo</i>, thou art in our favour,<br /> +For we do love to cherish lofty spirits,<br /> +<a name="ref260-32"></a>Such as percusse the Earth, and bound<br /> +With an erected countenance to the clouds.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'S-foot, what thing is this?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>I do love fire-works, because they mount:<br /> +An Exhalation I profess to adore,<br /> +Beyond a fixed star, 'tis more illustrious,<br /> +As every thing rais'd out of smoak is so:<br /> +Their vertue is in action: what do you think of me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Troth Sir,<br /> +You are beyond my ghess, I know you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Do you know your self?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Why you and I are one: I am proud, and<br /> +Very proud too, that I must tell you; I saw<br /> +It did become you, cousin <i>Gonzalo</i>, prethee<br /> +Let it be so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Let it be so good cousin.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>I am no great ones fool.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I hope so, for alliance sake.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Yet I do serve the Mighty, Monstrous, and Magnanimous<br /> +Invincible <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O good cousin, now I have you: I'le meet you in your Coat.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Coat? I have my horse-mans coat I must confess<br /> +Lin'd through with Velvet, and a Scarlet out-side;<br /> +If you'll meet me in't, I'le send for't;<br /> +And cousin you shall see me with much comfort,<br /> +For it is both a new one, and a right one,<br /> +It did not come collateral.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Adieu good cousin; at this present I have some business.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Farewel, excellent cousin.<br /> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.3"></a>Actus Tertius</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4551178"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Fernando.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Candy</i>, I say, is lost already.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Yes,<br /> +If to be conqueror be to be lost.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You have it; one days conquest hath undone them.<br /> +And sold them to their vassalage; for what<br /> +Have I else toyl'd my brains, profusely emptied<br /> +My moneys, but to make them slaves to <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +That so in case the sword did lose his edge,<br /> +Then art might sharpen hers?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i> how?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Fernando</i> thus: you see how through this Land,<br /> +Both of the best and basest I am honour'd;<br /> +I only gave the State of <i>Venice</i> notice,<br /> +When, where, and how to land, or you had found<br /> +A better entertainment: I was he<br /> +Encourag'd young <i>Antinous</i> to affront<br /> +The Devil his Father: for the Devil I think<br /> +Dares not do more in battel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>But why did ye?<br /> +I find no such great policie in that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Indeed <i>Fernando</i>, thou canst fight, not plot:<br /> +Had they continu'd one, they two alone<br /> +Were of sufficient courage and performance<br /> +To beat an Armie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Now by all my hopes,<br /> +I rather shall admire, than envy vertue.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why then by all your hopes you'l rather have<br /> +Your Brains knockt out, than learn how to be wise;<br /> +You States-man? Well Sir, I did more than this,<br /> +When <i>Cassilane</i> crav'd from the common treasure<br /> +Pay for his Souldiers, I strook home, and lent him<br /> +An hundred thousand Duckets.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Marry Sir,<br /> +<a name="ref262-20"></a>The policy was little, the love l[e]ss,<br /> +And honesty least of all.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>How say ye by that?<br /> +Go fight, I say goe fight, I'le talk no more with you,<br /> +You are insensible.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p> +<a name="ref262-25"></a>Well, I shall observe ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why look you Sir, by this means have I got<br /> +The greatest part of <i>Cassilanes</i> estate<br /> +Into my hands, which he can ne're redeem,<br /> +But must of force sink: do you conceive me now?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>So:<br /> +But why have you importuned the Senate,<br /> +For me to sojourn with them?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>There's the quintessence,<br /> +The soul, and grand elixir of my wit:<br /> +For he (according to his noble nature)<br /> +Will not be known to want, though he do want,<br /> +And will be bankrupted so much the sooner,<br /> +And made the subject of our scorn and laughter.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Here's a perfect plotted stratagem.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why? could you<br /> +Imagine, that I did not hate in heart<br /> +My Countryes enemies? yes, yes, <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +And I will be the man that shall undoe them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Ye are in a ready way.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I was never out on't.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Peace,<br /> +Here comes a wise Coxcombe, a tame Coward.<br /> +Now worthy <i>Gaspero</i>, what,<br /> +You come (I know) to be my Lord <i>Fernando</i>'s<br /> +Conducter to old <i>Cassilane</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>To wait upon him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And my Lords the Senators sent you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My noble Lord they did.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>My Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him)<br /> +Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word,<br /> +'Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser<br /> +Than honest, nor more honest than approv'd<br /> +In truth and faith.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You may be bold<br /> +To trust him with your bosom, he'l not deceive<br /> +If you relie upon him once.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">[Fernando]</p>Your name is <i>Gaspero</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Go commend me<br /> +(Right honest <i>Gaspero</i>) commend me heartily<br /> +To noble <i>Cassilane</i>, tell him my love<br /> +Is vow'd to him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I shall.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I know you will.<br /> +My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, you are now my guide.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"><i>[Exit.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thus my designs<br /> +Run uncontroul'd; yet <i>Venice</i> though I be<br /> +Intelligencer to thee, in my brain<br /> +Are other large Projects: for if proud <i>Erota</i><br /> +Bend to my lure, I will be <i>Candy's</i> King,<br /> +And Duke of <i>Venice</i> too. Ha? <i>Venice</i> too?<br /> +O 'twas prettily shov'd in: why not? <i>Erota</i><br /> +May in her love seal all sure: if she swallow<br /> +The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet <i>Candy</i><br /> +Despight of all her power shall be ruin'd.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, Arcanes, <i>and</i> Annophel</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Urge me no farther <i>Annopbel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy;<br /> +For though 'tis true, this solitary life<br /> +Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child,<br /> +Yet 'tis the sweetest Guardian to protect<br /> +Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady<br /> +Tender and delicate in years and graces,<br /> +That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure,<br /> +Is ship-wrackt on the shore; for 'tis much safer<br /> +To trust the Ocean in a leaking ship,<br /> +Than follow greatness in the wanton rites<br /> +Of luxurie and sloth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My wishes Sir,<br /> +Have never soar'd a higher flight, than truly<br /> +To find occasion wherein I might witness<br /> +My duty and obedience.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well said,<br /> +Canst thou forbear to laugh <i>Arcanes</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>To look upon my beggerie, to look upon<br /> +My patience in my beggerie: Tell me,<br /> +Does it shew handsom? bravely?<br /> +Handsom? thou wilt flatter me,<br /> +And swear that I am miserable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Nothing<br /> +More glorifies the noble, and the valiant,<br /> +Than to despise contempt: if you continue<br /> +But to enjoy your self, you in your self<br /> +Enjoy all store besides.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>An excellent change:<br /> +I that some seven Apprentice-ships commanded<br /> +A hundred Ministers, that waited on<br /> +My nod, and sometimes twenty thousand souldiers,<br /> +Am now retir'd, attended in my age<br /> +By one poor maid, follow'd by one old man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, you are lower in your own repute<br /> +Than you have reason for.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The <i>Roman</i> Captains,<br /> +I mean the best, such as with their blouds<br /> +Purchas'd their Countreys peace, the Empires glorie,<br /> +Were glad at last to get them to some Farmes,<br /> +Off-from the clamours of the ingratefull great ones,<br /> +And the unsteady multitude, to live<br /> +As I do now, and 'twas their blessing too,<br /> +Let it be ours <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>I cannot but<br /> +Applaud your scorn of injuries.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Of injuries?<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i>, <i>Annophel</i>, lend both your hands.<br /> +So, what say ye now?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why now my Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I swear<br /> +By all my past prosperities; thus standing<br /> +Between you two, I think my self as great,<br /> +As mighty, as if in the Capitol<br /> +I stood amidst the Senators, with all<br /> +The <i>Cretan</i> subjects prostrate at my feet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir, you are here more safe.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>And more beloved:<br /> +Why look ye Sirs, I can forget the weakness<br /> +Of the traduced Souldiers, the negleft<br /> +Of the fair-spoken Senate, the impietie<br /> +Of him, the villain, whom (to my dishonour)<br /> +The World miscalls my son.<br /> +But by the--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, remember that you promis'd no occasion<br /> +Should move your patience.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Thou do'st chide me friendly,<br /> +He shall not have the honour to be thought upon<br /> +Amongst us.<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> a Servant.</p> +Now? the news?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-266"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Servant</p>The Secretarie,<br /> +With the <i>Venetian</i> prisoner, desire<br /> +Admittance to your Lordship.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>How? to me?<br /> +What mysterie is this? <i>Arcanes</i> can they,<br /> +Thinkst thou, mean any good?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>My Lord, they dare not<br /> +Intend ought else but good.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis true, they dare not;<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> welcom them: Come hither <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +Stand close to me, we'l change our affability<br /> +Into a form of State: and they shall know<br /> +Our heart is still our own.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Arcanes, Fernando, <i>and</i> Gaspero.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>My Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<a name="ref266-16"></a><p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +I know them both: <i>Fernando</i>, as you are<br /> +A man of greatness, I should under-value<br /> +The right my sword hath fought for, to observe<br /> +Low-fawning complements, but as you are<br /> +A Captive and a stranger, I can love you,<br /> +And must be kind. You are welcom.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>'Tis the all<br /> +Of my ambition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And for proof how much<br /> +He truly honours your heroick vertues,<br /> +The Senate on his importunity,<br /> +Commend him to your Lordships guard.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>For what?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>During the time of his abode in <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +To be your houshold guest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Wherein my Lord,<br /> +You shall more make me debtor to your nobleness,<br /> +Than if you had return'd me without ransom.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Are you in earnest Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My sute to the Senate<br /> +Shall best resolve you that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Come hither Secretarie,<br /> +Look that this be no trick now put upon me:<br /> +For if it be--Sirrah--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>As I have troth<br /> +(My Lord) it only is a favour granted<br /> +Upon <i>Fernando's</i> motion, from himself:<br /> +Your Lordship must conceive, I'de not partake<br /> +Ought, but what should concern your honour; Who<br /> +Has been the prop, our Countries shield, and safety,<br /> +But the renowned <i>Cassilane</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Applause?<br /> +Is <i>Gaspero</i>--puff--nothing--why, young Lord,<br /> +Would you so much be sequester'd from those<br /> +That are the blazing Comets of the time,<br /> +To live a solitary life with me?<br /> +A man forsaken? all my hospitality<br /> +Is now contracted to a few; these two,<br /> +<a name="ref267-16"></a>The tempest-wearied Souldier, and this Virgin;<br /> +We cannot feast your eyes with Masques and Revels,<br /> +Or Courtly Anticks; the sad Sports we riot in,<br /> +Are tales of foughten fields, of Martial scars,<br /> +And things done long ago, when men of courage<br /> +Were held the best, not those well-spoken Youths,<br /> +Who only carry Conquest in their tongues:<br /> +Now stories of this nature are unseasonable<br /> +To entertain a great Duke's Son with.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Herein<br /> +Shall my Captivity be made my happiness,<br /> +Since what I lose in freedom, I regain<br /> +(With int'rest) by conversing with a Souldier,<br /> +So matchless for experience, as great <i>Cassilane</i>:<br /> +<a name="ref267-30"></a>'Pray Sir, admit me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>If you, come to mock me,<br /> +I shall be angry.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>By the love I bear<br /> +To goodness, my intents are honourable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Then in a word, my Lord, your visitations<br /> +Shall find all due respect: but I am now<br /> +Grown old, and have forgot to be an Host;<br /> +Come when you please, you are welcome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, I thank you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Good Sir, be not too urgent; for my Father<br /> +Will soon be mov'd: yet, in a noble way<br /> +Of courtesie, he is as easily conquer'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Lady, your words are like your beauty, powerful;<br /> +I shall not strive more how to do him service<br /> +Than how to be your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>She's my Daughter,<br /> +And does command this House.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>So I conceive her.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Do you hear?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My honour'd Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Commend me to them:<br /> +Tell 'em I thank them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Whom, my Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The Senate;<br /> +Why, how come you so dull? O they are gracious,<br /> +And infinitely grateful--Thou art eloquent,<br /> +Speak modestly in mentioning my services;<br /> +And if ought fall out in the By, that must<br /> +Of meer necessity touch any act<br /> +Of my deserving praises, blush when you talk on't,<br /> +Twill make them blush to hear on't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Why, my Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Nay, nay, you are too wise now; good, observe me.<br /> +I do not rail against the hopeful Springall,<br /> +That builds up Monuments in Brass; rears Trophies<br /> +With Mottoes and Inscriptions, quaint devices<br /> +Of Poetry and Fiction; let's be quiet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You must not cross him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Not for <i>Candy</i>'s Wealth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>You shall for ever make me yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>'Twere pity to double your Captivity.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Who's here, <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Decius</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ha! <i>Decius</i>? who nam'd <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My duty to your Lordship, I am bold,<br /> +Presuming on your noble, and known goodness<br /> +To--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Present you with this--<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-269"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Letter?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Yes, my honour'd Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>From whom?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p> +<a name="ref269-4"></a>'Please you peruse<br /> +The inside, and you shall find a name subscrib'd,<br /> +In such humility, in such obedience,<br /> +That you your self will judge it tyranny<br /> +Not to receive it favourably.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Hey-day!<br /> +Good words my Masters: this is Court-infection,<br /> +And none but Cowards ply them: tell me, <i>Decius</i>,<br /> +Without more circumstance, who is the Sender?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p> +<a name="ref269-13"></a>Your most griev'd Son, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>On my life<br /> +A Challenge; speak, as thou art worthy, speak;<br /> +I'll answer't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Honour'd Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>No honour'd Sirs--<br /> +Fool your young Idol with such pompous Attributes.<br /> +Say briefly, what contains it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis a lowly<br /> +Petition for your favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Rash young man,<br /> +But that thou art under my own roof, and know'st<br /> +I dare not any way infringe the Laws<br /> +Of Hospitality, thou should'st repent<br /> +Thy bold and rude intrusion. But presume not<br /> +Again to shew thy Letter, for thy life;<br /> +<i>Decius</i>, not for thy life.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Nay then, (my Lord)<br /> +I can with-hold no longer; you are too rough,<br /> +And wrestle against nature with a violence<br /> +More than becomes a Father; wherein would ye<br /> +Come nearer to the likeness of God,<br /> +Than in your being entreated? Let not thirst<br /> +Of Honour, make you quite forget you are<br /> +A Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comforts<br /> +A Father.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>If a memory remain<br /> +Of my departed Mother; if the purity<br /> +Of her unblemish'd faith deserve to live<br /> +In your remembrance, let me yet by these<br /> +Awake your love to my uncomforted Brother.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>I am a Stranger, but so much I tender<br /> +Your Sons desertful Vertues, that I vow<br /> +His Sword ne'r conquer'd me so absolutely,<br /> +As shall your courtesie, if you vouchsafe<br /> +At all our instances, to new receive him<br /> +Into your wonted favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Sir, you cannot<br /> +Require more low submission.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Am I not<br /> +Grown vile yet in your eyes? then by the name<br /> +Of Father, let me once more sue for him,<br /> +Who is the only now remaining Branch<br /> +With me, of that most ancient root, whose Body<br /> +You are, dear Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well, an host of furies<br /> +Could not have baited me more torturingly,<br /> +More rudely, or more most unnaturally.<br /> +<i>Decius</i>, I say, let me no more hear from him;<br /> +For this time go thou hence, and know from me<br /> +Thou art beholding to me that I have not<br /> +Kill'd thee already, look to't next, look to't.<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> fie, fie <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>He's gone;<br /> +Chaf'd beyond sufferance; we must follow him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Lady, this Letter is to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Come with me,<br /> +<a name="ref270-30"></a>For we must speak in private; 'please you, Sir,<br /> +To see what entertainment our sad house<br /> +Can yield?<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>I shall attend you, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>How do you like<br /> +To sojourn here, my Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>More than to feast<br /> +With all the Princes of the Earth besides:<br /> +<i>Gonzalo</i> told me that thou wert honest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Yes Sir,<br /> +And you shall find it.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-271"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Shall I?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>All my follies<br /> +Be else recorded to my shame.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Enough,<br /> +My heart is here for ever lodg'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>The place admits no time to utter all,<br /> +But <i>Gaspero</i> if thou wilt prove my friend,<br /> +I'll say thou art--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Your Servant; I conceive ye,<br /> +We'll chuse some fitter leisure.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Never man<br /> +Was (in a moment) or more bless'd or wretched.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha (<i>placing two Chairs</i>) Antinous, <i>and</i> Erota.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Leave us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I shall.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, sit down.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I say sit down, I do command you sit;<br /> +<a name="ref271-21"></a>For look what honour thou dost gain by me,<br /> +<a name="ref271-22"></a>I cannot lose it: happy <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +The graces and the higher Deities<br /> +Smil'd at thy Birth, and still continue it:<br /> +Then think that I (who scorn lesser examples)<br /> +Must do the like: such as do taste my power,<br /> +And talk of it with fear and reverence,<br /> +Shall do the same unto the man I favour.<br /> +I tell thee Youth, thou hast a conquest won,<br /> +Since thou cam'st home, greater than that last,<br /> +Which dignified thy Fame, greater than if<br /> +Thou should'st go out again, and conquer farther;<br /> +For I am not ashamed to acknowledge<br /> +My self subdued by thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Great Lady--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sit still, I will not hear thee else; now speak,<br /> +And speak like my <i>Antinous</i>, like my Souldier,<br /> +Whom <i>Cupid</i>, and not <i>Mars</i> hath sent to Battel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I must (I see) be silent.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-272"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>So thou maist;<br /> +There's greater action in it than in clamour,<br /> +A look (if it be gracious) will begin the War,<br /> +A word conclude it; then prove no Coward,<br /> +Since thou hast such a friendly enemy,<br /> +That teaches thee to conquer.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You do amaze me, Madam,<br /> +I have no skill, no practice in this War,<br /> +And whether you be serious, or please<br /> +To make your sport on a dejected man,<br /> +I cannot rightly guess; but be it as it will,<br /> +It is a like unhappiness to me:<br /> +<a name="ref272-13"></a>My discontents bear those conditions in them,<br /> +And lay me out so wretched, no designs<br /> +(However truly promising a good)<br /> +Can make me relish ought but a sweet-bitter<br /> +<a name="ref272-17"></a>Voluntary Exile.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Why an Exile?<br /> +What comfort can there be in those Companions<br /> +Which sad thoughts bring along with?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p> +<a name="ref272-22"></a>Madam.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Musick</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Whence comes this well tun'd sound?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I know not, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Listen Wench;<br /> +What ever friendly hands they are that send it,<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Song.</i></p> +Let 'em play on; they are Masters of their faculty:<br /> +Doth it please you, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>According to the time.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Go to 'em, Wench,<br /> +And tell 'em, we shall thank 'em; for they have kept<br /> +As good time to our disposition, as to their instruments;<br /> +Unless <i>Antinous</i> shall say he loves,<br /> +There never can be sweeter accents utter'd.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Philander.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Let then the heart that did employ those hands,<br /> +Receive some small share of your thanks with them,<br /> +'Tis happiness enough that you did like it;<br /> +A fortune unto me, that I should send it<br /> +In such a lucky minute; but to obtain<br /> +So gracious welcome did exceed my hopes.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref273-4"></a>Good Prince, I thank you for't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O Madam, pour not (too fast) joys on me,<br /> +But sprinkle 'em so gently I may stand 'em;<br /> +It is enough at first, you have laid aside<br /> +Those cruel angry looks out of your eyes,<br /> +With which (as with your lovely) you did strike<br /> +All your Beholders in an Ecstasie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Philander</i>, you have long profest to love me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Have I but profest it, Madam?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Nay, but hear me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>More attentively than to an Oracle.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>And I will speak more truly, if more can be;<br /> +Nor shall my language be wrapt up in Riddles,<br /> +But plain as truth it self; I love this Gentleman,<br /> +<a name="ref273-18"></a>Whose grief has made him so uncapable<br /> +Of Love, he will not hear, at least not understand it.<br /> +I, that have lookt with scornful eyes on thee,<br /> +And other Princes, mighty in their states,<br /> +And in their friends as fortunate, have now pray'd,<br /> +In a petitionary kind almost,<br /> +<a name="ref273-24"></a>This man, this well-deserving man, (that I must say)<br /> +To look upon this beauty, yet you see<br /> +He casts his eyes rather upon the ground,<br /> +Than he will turn 'em this way; <i>Philander</i>,<br /> +You look pale; I'll talk no more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Pray go forward; I would be your Martyr,<br /> +To dye thus, were immortally to live.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will you go to him then, and speak for me?<br /> +You have loved longer, but not ferventer,<br /> +Know how to speak, for you have done it like<br /> +An Orator, even for your self; then how will you for me<br /> +Whom you profess to love above your self.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>The Curses of Dissemblers follow me<br /> +Unto my Grave, and if I do not so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You may (as all men do) speak boldlier, better<br /> +In their friends cause still, than in your own;<br /> +But speak your utmost, yet you cannot feign,<br /> +I will stand by, and blush to witness it.<br /> +Tell him, since I beheld him, I have lost<br /> +The happiness of this life, food, and rest;<br /> +A quiet bosome, and the state I went with.<br /> +Tell him how he has humbled the proud,<br /> +And made the living but a dead <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +Tell him withal, that she is better pleas'd<br /> +With thinking on him, than enjoying these.<br /> +Tell him--<i>Philander</i>, Prince; I talk in vain<br /> +To you, you do not mark me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Indeed I do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>But thou dost look so pale,<br /> +As thou wilt spoil the story in relating.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Not, if I can but live to tell it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>It may be you have not the heart.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>I have a will I am sure how e'r my heart<br /> +May play the Coward, but if you please, I'll try.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>If a kiss will strengthen thee, I give you leave<br /> +To challenge it, nay, I will give it you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O that a man should taste such heavenly bliss,<br /> +And be enjoyn'd to beg it for another!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Alas, it is a misery I grieve<br /> +To put you to, and I will suffer rather<br /> +In his tyranny, than thou in mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Nay Madam, since I cannot have your love,<br /> +I will endeavour to deserve your pity;<br /> +For I had rather have within the grave<br /> +Your love, than you should want it upon earth.<br /> +But how can I hope, with a feeble tongue<br /> +To instruct him in the rudiments of love,<br /> +When your most powerful Beauty cannot work it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Do what thou wilt (<i>Philander</i>) the request<br /> +Is so unreasonable, that I quit thee of it.<br /> +I desire now no more but the true patience,<br /> +And fortitude of Lovers, with those helps<br /> +Of sighs and tears, which I think is all the Physick--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O if he did but hear you 'twere enough;<br /> +<a name="ref274-38"></a>And I will 'wake him from his Apoplexie.<br /> +<i>Antinous.</i><br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-275"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p> +<a name="ref275-1"></a>Nay, 'pray,<br /> +No courtesie to me, you are my Lord,<br /> +(Indeed you are) for you command her heart<br /> +That commands mine; nor can you want to know it.<br /> +For look you, she that told it you in words,<br /> +Explains it now more passionately in tears;<br /> +Either thou hast no heart, or a marble one,<br /> +If those drops cannot melt it; prithee look up<br /> +And see how sorrow sits within her eyes,<br /> +And love the grief she goes with (if not her)<br /> +Of which thou art the Parent; and never yet<br /> +Was there (by Nature) that thing made so stony<br /> +But it would love what ever it begot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>He that begot me did beget these cares<br /> +Which are good issues, though happily by him<br /> +Esteemed Monsters: Nay, the ill-judging World<br /> +Is likely enough to give them those Characters.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What's this to love, and to the Lady? he's old,<br /> +Wrathful, perverse, self-will'd, and full of anger,<br /> +Which are his faults; but let them not be thine;<br /> +He thrusts you from his love, she pulls thee on;<br /> +He doubts your Vertues, she doth double them;<br /> +<a name="ref275-23"></a>O either use thine own eyes, or take mine,<br /> +And with them my heart, then thou wilt love her,<br /> +Nay, dote upon her more than on thy duty,<br /> +And men will praise thee equally for it,<br /> +Neglecting her, condemn thee as a man<br /> +Unworthy such a fortune: O <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +'Tis not the friendship that I bear to thee,<br /> +But her command, that makes me utter this;<br /> +And when I have prevail'd, let her but say,<br /> +<i>Philander</i>, you must dye or this is nothing,<br /> +It shall be done together with a breath,<br /> +With the same willingness I live to serve her.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No more, <i>Philander</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>All I have done, is little yet to purpose,<br /> +But ere I leave him I will perceive him blush;<br /> +And make him feel the passions that I do,<br /> +And every true Lover will assist me in't,<br /> +And lend me their sad sighs to blow it home,<br /> +For <i>Cupid</i> wants a Dart to wound this bosome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No more, no more, <i>Philander</i>, I can endure no more,<br /> +Pray let him go; go good <i>Antinous</i>, make peace<br /> +With your own mind, no matter though I perish.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.4"></a>Actus Quartus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4561963"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha, <i>and</i> Mochingo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I Cannot help it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Nor do I require it,<br /> +The malady needs no Physician,<br /> +Help hospital people.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I am glad to hear<br /> +You are so valiant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Valiant?<br /> +Can any man be proud that is not valiant?<br /> +Foolish Woman, what would'st thou say? thou--<br /> +know not what to call thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I can you,<br /> +For I can call you Coxcomb, Ass, and Puppy.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You do doe it, I thank you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>That you'll lose a Fortune,<br /> +Which a Cobler better deserves than thou dost.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Do not provoke my magnanimity,<br /> +For when I am incens'd I am insensible,<br /> +Go tell thy Lady, that hath sent me word<br /> +She will discard me, that I discard her,<br /> +And throw a scorn upon her, which I would not,<br /> +But that she does me wrong.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Erota, <i>and</i> Antinous.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Do you not glory in your Conquest more,<br /> +To take some great man Prisoner, than to kill him?<br /> +And shall a Lady find less mercy from you,<br /> +That yields her self your Captive, and for her Ransome,<br /> +Will give the Jewel of her life, her heart,<br /> +Which she hath lockt from all men but thy self?<br /> +For shame (<i>Antinous</i>) throw this dulness off;<br /> +Art thou a man no where but in the field?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-277"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>He must hear Drums, and Trumpets ere he sleeps,<br /> +And at this instant dreams he's in his Armour;<br /> +These iron-hearted Souldiers are so cold,<br /> +Till they be beaten to a Womans Arms,<br /> +And then they love 'em better than their own;<br /> +No Fort can hold them out.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p> +<a name="ref277-7"></a>What pity it is (Madam) that your self,<br /> +Who are all Excellence, should become so wretched,<br /> +To think on such a Wretch as Grief hath made me!<br /> +Seldome despairing men look up to Heaven,<br /> +Although it still speak to 'em in its Glories;<br /> +For when sad thoughts perplex the mind of man,<br /> +There is a Plummet in the heart that weighs,<br /> +And pulls us (living) to the dust we came from;<br /> +Did you but see the miseries you pursue,<br /> +(As I the happiness that I avoid<br /> +That doubles my afflictions) you would flye<br /> +Unto some Wilderness, or to your Grave,<br /> +And there find better Comforts than in me,<br /> +For Love and Cares can never dwell together.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>They should,<br /> +If thou hadst but my Love and I thy Cares.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What wild Beast in the Desart but would be<br /> +Taught by this Tongue to leave his Cruelty,<br /> +Though all the beauties of the face were vail'd!<br /> +But I am savager than any Beast,<br /> +<a name="ref277-27"></a>And shall be so till <i>Decius</i> does arrive,<br /> +Whom with so much submission I have sent<br /> +Under my hand, that if he do not bring<br /> +His Benediction back, he must to me<br /> +<a name="ref277-31"></a>Be much more cruel than I to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Is't but your Fathers pardon you desire?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>With his love, and then nothing next that, like yours.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Decius</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Decius</i> is come.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>O welcome Friend; if I apprehend not<br /> +Too much of joy, there's comfort in thy looks.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>There is indeed; I prithee <i>Decius</i> speak it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>How! prithee <i>Decius</i>! this Woman's strangely alter'd.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-278"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Why dost not speak (good friend) and tell me how<br /> +The reverend Blessing of my life receiv'd<br /> +My humble lines; wept he for joy?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>No, there's a Letter will inform you more;<br /> +Yet I can tell you what I think will grieve you,<br /> +The Old Man is in want and angry still,<br /> +And poverty is the Bellows to the Coal<br /> +More than distaste from you as I imagine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What's here? how's this? It cannot be! now sure<br /> +My griefs delude my senses.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>In his looks<br /> +I read a world of Changes; <i>Decius</i>, mark<br /> +With what a sad amazement he surveys<br /> +The News; canst thou guess what 'tis?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>None good, I fear.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I fear so too; and then--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It is her hand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Are you not well?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Too well: if I were ought<br /> +But Rock, this Letter would conclude my miseries,<br /> +Peruse it (Lady) and resolve me then,<br /> +In what a case I stand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Sir, the worst is,<br /> +Your Fathers lowness and distaste.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>No, <i>Decius</i>,<br /> +My Sister writes <i>Fernando</i> has made suit<br /> +For love to her; and to express sincerely<br /> +His constant truth, hath like a noble Gentleman,<br /> +Discovered plots of treachery; contriv'd<br /> +By false <i>Gonzalo</i>, not intending more<br /> +The utter ruine of our house, than generally<br /> +<i>Candies</i> Confusion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis a generous part<br /> +Of young <i>Fernando</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>'Tis, and I could wish<br /> +All thrift to his affections, <i>Decius</i>.<br /> +You find the sum on't, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes, I do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And can you now yet think a heart opprest<br /> +With such a throng of cares, can entertain<br /> +An amorous thought? Love frees all toils but one,<br /> +Calamity and it can ill agree.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref279-3"></a>Wil't please you speak my doom?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Alas, great Lady,<br /> +Why will you flatter thus a desperate Man<br /> +That is quite cast away? O had you not<br /> +Procur'd the Senates Warrant to enforce<br /> +My stay, I had not heard of these sad News.<br /> +<a name="ref279-9"></a>What would ye have me do?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Love me, or kill me,<br /> +One word shall sentence either; for as Truth<br /> +Is just, if you refuse me, I am resolute<br /> +Not to out-live my thraldome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Gentle Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Say, must I live, or dye?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My Lord, how can you<br /> +Be so inexorable? here's Occasion<br /> +Of succouring your Father in his wants<br /> +Securely profer'd, pray Sir, entertain it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>What is my sentence?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What you please to have it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>As thou art gentle speak those words again.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, you have prevail'd; yet give me leave<br /> +Without offence, ere I resign the interest<br /> +Your heart hath in my heart, to prove your secresie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, 'tis the greatest argument<br /> +Of thy affections to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, thus then,<br /> +My Father stands for certain sums engag'd<br /> +<a name="ref279-30"></a>To treacherous <i>Gonzalo</i>; and has morgag'd<br /> +The greatest part of his estate to him;<br /> +If you receive this Morgage, and procure<br /> +Acquittance from <i>Gonzalo</i> to my Father,<br /> +I am what you would have me be.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You'll love me then?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Provided (Madam) that my Father know not<br /> +I am an Agent for him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>If I fail<br /> +In this, I am unworthy to be lov'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Then (with your favour) thus I seal my truth,<br /> +To day, and <i>Decius</i> witness how unchangingly<br /> +I shall still love <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thou hast quickned<br /> +A dying heart, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>This is well;<br /> +Much happiness to both.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>The Lord <i>Gonzalo</i><br /> +Attends you, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Comes as we could wish,<br /> +Withdraw <i>Antinous</i>, here's a Closet, where<br /> +You may partake his errand; let him enter.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam you must be wary.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Fear it not,<br /> +I will be ready for him; to entertain him<br /> +With smiling Welcome. Noble Sir, you take<br /> +Advantage of the time; it had been fit<br /> +Some notice of your presence might have fashion'd<br /> +A more prepared state.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Do you mock me, Madam?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Trust me, you wrong your judgment, to repute<br /> +My Gratitude a fault; I have examin'd<br /> +Your portly carriage, and will now confess<br /> +It hath not slightly won me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>The Wind's turn'd;<br /> +I thought 'twould come to this; it pleas'd us, Madam,<br /> +At our last interview, to mention Love;<br /> +Have you consider'd on't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>With more than common<br /> +<a name="ref280-31"></a>Content: but Sir, if what you spoke you meant,<br /> +(As I have cause to doubt) then--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What, (sweet Lady?)<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Methinks we should lay by this form of stateliness;<br /> +Loves Courtship is familiar, and for instance,<br /> +See what a change it hath begot in me,<br /> +I could talk humbly now, as Lovers use.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And I, and I, we meet in one self-centre<br /> +Of blest Consent.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I hope my weakness, Sir,<br /> +Shall not deserve neglect; but if it prove so<br /> +I am not the first Lady has been ruin'd<br /> +By being too credulous; you will smart for't one day.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Angel-like Lady, let me be held a Villain,<br /> +If I love not sincerely.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Would I knew it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Make proof by any fit Command.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref281-10"></a>What, do you mean to marry me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>How! mean? nay more, I mean<br /> +To make you Empress of my Earthly Fortunes,<br /> +Regent of my desires, for did you covet<br /> +To be a real Queen, I could advance you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Now I perceive you slight me, and would make me<br /> +More simple than my Sexes frailty warrants.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>But say your mind, and you shall be a Queen.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>On those Conditions, call me yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Enough.<br /> +But are we safe?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Assuredly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>In short,<br /> +Yet, Lady, first be plain; would you not chuse<br /> +Much rather to prefer your own Sun-rising,<br /> +Than any's else though ne'r so near entituled<br /> +By Blood, or right of Birth?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>'Tis a question<br /> +Needs not a resolution.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Good; what if<br /> +I set the Crown of <i>Candy</i> on your head?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I were a Queen indeed then.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Madam, know<br /> +There's but a Boy 'twixt you and it; suppose him<br /> +Transhap'd into an Angel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Wise <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +I cannot but admire thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis worth thinking on;<br /> +Besides, your Husband shall be Duke of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i>, Duke of <i>Venice</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref281-40"></a>You are mine you say?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-282"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Pish: you but dally with me; and would lull me<br /> +In a rich golden dream.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You are too much distrustfull of my truth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Then you must give me leave to apprehend<br /> +The means, and manner how.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why thus--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You shall not,<br /> +We may be over-heard; Affairs and counsels<br /> +Of such high nature, are not to be trusted<br /> +Not to the Air it self, you shall in writing,<br /> +Draw out the full design; which if effected,<br /> +I am as I profess.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O I applaud<br /> +Your ready care, and secresie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +There is a bar yet, 'twixt our hopes and us,<br /> +And that must be remov'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What is't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Old <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref282-20"></a>Ha? fear not him: I build upon his ruines<br /> +Already.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I would find a smoother course<br /> +To shift him off.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>As how?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>We'l talk in private,<br /> +I have a ready plot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I shall adore you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> +</div> + +<a name="ref282-28"></a><p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>a[n]d</i> Annophel</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Madam, although I hate unnoble practices,<br /> +And therefore have perform'd no more than what<br /> +I ought, for honours safety: yet <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +Thy love hath been the spur, to urge me forward<br /> +For speedier diligence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir your own fame<br /> +And memory will best reward themselves.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>All gain is loss (sweet beauty) if I miss<br /> +My comforts here: The Brother and the Sister<br /> +Have double conquer'd me, but thou maist triumph.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Good Sir, I have a Father.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-283"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Yes, a brave one;<br /> +Could'st thou obscure thy beauty, yet the happiness<br /> +Of being but his Daughter, were a dower<br /> +Fit for a Prince: what say ye?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>You have deserv'd<br /> +As much as I should grant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>By this fair hand<br /> +I take possession.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>What in words I dare not,<br /> +Imagine in my silence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Thou art all vertue.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilanes, <i>and</i> Arcanes</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I'le tell thee how: <i>Baldwin</i> the Emperour,<br /> +Pretending title, more through tyranny,<br /> +Than right of conquest, or descent, usurp'd<br /> +The stile of Lord o're all the <i>Grecian</i> Islands,<br /> +And under colour of an amity<br /> +With <i>Creet</i>, prefer'd the Marquess <i>Mountferato</i><br /> +To be our Governor; the <i>Cretians</i> vex'd<br /> +By the ambitious <i>Turks</i>, in hope of aid<br /> +From the Emperour, receiv'd for General,<br /> +This <i>Mountferato</i>; he (the wars appeased)<br /> +Plots with the state of <i>Venice</i> and takes money<br /> +Of them for <i>Candy</i>: they paid well, he steals<br /> +Away in secret; since which time, that right<br /> +The state of <i>Venice</i> claims o're <i>Candy</i>, is<br /> +By purchase, not inheritance or Conquest:<br /> +And hence grows all our quarrel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p> +<a name="ref283-29"></a>So an Usurer<br /> +Or Lumbard-Jew, might with some bags of trash,<br /> +Buy half the Western world.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Mony, <i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +Is now a God on Earth: it cracks virginities,<br /> +And turns a Christian, Turk;<br /> +Bribes justice, cut-throats honour, does what not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Not captives <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Nor makes thee dishonest,<br /> +Nor me a Coward---Now Sir, here is homely,<br /> +But friendly entertainment.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-284"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, I find it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>And like it, do ye not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My repair speaks for me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Fernando</i> we are speaking off--how this?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Gaspero, <i>with a Casket</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your friend, and servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Creditors, my Lord,<br /> +Are Masters and no Servants: as the world goes,<br /> +Debters are very slaves to those to whom<br /> +They have been beholding to; in which respect,<br /> +I should fear you <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Me, my Lord?<br /> +You owe me nothing.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What, nor love, nor mony?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes, love, I hope, not mony.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>All this braverie<br /> +Will scarcely make that good.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis done already:<br /> +See Sir, your Mortgage which I only took,<br /> +In case you and your son had in the wars<br /> +Miscarried: I yield it up again: 'tis yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Are ye so conscionable?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis your own.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Pish, pish, I'le not receive what is not mine,<br /> +That were a dangerous business.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Sir, I am paid for't,<br /> +The summes you borrowed, are return'd; The bonds<br /> +Cancel'd, and your acquittance formerly seal'd:<br /> +Look here Sir, <i>Gaspero</i> is witness to it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My honoured Lord, I am.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>My Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> and the rest, you all shall testifie,<br /> +That I acquit Lord <i>Cassilane</i> for ever,<br /> +Of any debts to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>'Tis plain and ample:<br /> +Fortune will once again smile on us fairly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>But hark ye, hark ye, if you be in earnest,<br /> +Whence comes this bounty? or whose is't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>In short,<br /> +The great <i>Erota</i> by this Secretary,<br /> +Return'd me my full due.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Erota</i>? why<br /> +Should she do this?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You must ask her the cause,<br /> +She knows it best.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>So ho, <i>Arcanes</i>, none<br /> +But women pity us? soft-hearted women?<br /> +I am become a brave fellow now, <i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +Am I not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why Sir, if the gracious Princess<br /> +Have took more special notice of your services,<br /> +And means to be more thankfull than some others,<br /> +It were an injury to gratitude,<br /> +To disesteem her favours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir she ever<br /> +For your sake most respectively lov'd me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The Senate, and the body of this Kingdom<br /> +Are herein (let me speak it without arrogance)<br /> +Beholding to her: I will thank her for it;<br /> +And if she have reserv'd a means whereby<br /> +I may repay this bounty with some service,<br /> +She shall be then my Patroness: come Sirs,<br /> +We'I taste a cup of wine together now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Fernando</i>, I must speak with you in secret.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>You shall--Now <i>Gaspero</i>, all's well.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>There's news<br /> +You must be acquainted with.<br /> +Come, there is no master-piece in Art, like Policie.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.5"></a>Actus Quintus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4568092"></a>Scena Prima.</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>and</i> Michael</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>The Senate is inform'd at full.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i><br /> +Dreams not of my arrival yet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Nor thinks<br /> +'Tis possible his plots can be discover'd:<br /> +He fats himself with hopes of Crowns, and Kingdoms,<br /> +And laughs securely, to imagine how<br /> +He means to gull all but himself: when truly,<br /> +None is so grosly gull'd as he.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>There was never<br /> +A more arch villain.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Peace, the Senate comes.<br /> +</div> + +<a name="ref286-7"></a><p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Porphicio, Pos. <i>Senators, and</i> Gaspero, <i>Attend</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>How closely Treason cloaks it self in forms<br /> +Of Civil honesty!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>And yet how palpably<br /> +Does heaven reveal it!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Gracious Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Embassadour,<br /> +Lord <i>Paulo Michael</i>, Advocate<br /> +To the great Duke of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You are most welcome,<br /> +Your Master is a just and noble Prince.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<a name="ref286-18"></a><p class="speaker">Michael</p>My Lords, he bad me say, that you may know<br /> +How much he scorns, and (as good Princes ought)<br /> +Defies base indirect, and godless treacheries;<br /> +To your more Sacred wisdomes he refers<br /> +The punishment due to the false <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +Or else to send him home to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Herein<br /> +The Duke is royal: <i>Gaspero</i>, the Prince<br /> +Of <i>Cyprus</i> answer'd he would come.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My Lords,<br /> +He will not long be absent.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Philander, <i>and</i> Melitus</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +Have made the State your debter: worthy Prince,<br /> +We shall be sutors to you for your presence,<br /> +In hearing, and determining of matters<br /> +Greatly concerning <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Fathers, I am<br /> +A stranger.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Why, the cause, my Lord, concerns<br /> +A stranger: please you seat your self.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-287"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>How e're<br /> +Unfit, since you will have it so, my Lords,<br /> +You shall command me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You my Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +With the Ambassador, withdraw a while.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My Lords, we shall.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Melitus, and the Secretary,<br /> +Give notice to <i>Gonzalo</i>, that the Senate<br /> +Requires his presence.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>. Gas. <i>and</i> Mel.</p> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, <i>and</i> Arca</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What concerns the business?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Thus noble Prince--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Let me alone, thou troublest me,<br /> +I will be heard.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You know not what you do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Forbear: who's he that is so rude? what's he that dares<br /> +To interrupt our counsels?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>One that has guarded,<br /> +Those Purple robes from Cankers worse than Moths,<br /> +One that hath kept your fleeces on your backs,<br /> +That would have been snatch'd from you: but I see<br /> +'Tis better now to be a Dog, a Spaniel<br /> +In times of Peace, then boast the bruised scars,<br /> +Purchas'd with loss of bloud in noble wars,<br /> +My Lords, I speak to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i>,<br /> +We know not what you mean.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Yes, you are set<br /> +Upon a bench of justice; and a day<br /> +Will come (hear this, and quake ye potent great ones)<br /> +When you your selves shall stand before a judge,<br /> +Who in a pair of scales will weigh your actions,<br /> +Without abatement of one grain: as then<br /> +You would be found full weight, I charge ye fathers<br /> +Let me have justice now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i>,<br /> +What strange distemperature provokes distrust<br /> +Of our impartiality? be sure<br /> +We'l flatter no mans injuries.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-288"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well;<br /> +You have a Law, Lords, that without remorse<br /> +Dooms such as are belepred with the curse<br /> +Of foul ingratitude unto death.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We have.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Then do me justice.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Antinous, Decius, Erota, Hyparcha.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Mad-man, whither run'st thou?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Peace <i>Decius</i>, I am deaf.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>Will you forget<br /> +Your greatness, and your modesty?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota Hyparcha</p>leave, I will not hear.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Lady; great, gentle, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Prethee young man forbear to interrupt me,<br /> +Triumph not in thy fortunes; I will speak.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>More uproars yet! who are they that disturb us?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The viper's come; his fears have drawn him hither,<br /> +<a name="ref288-18"></a>And now, my Lords, be Ch[ro]nicled for ever,<br /> +And give me justice against this vile Monster,<br /> +This bastard of my bloud.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>'Tis justice, Fathers,<br /> +I sue for too: and though I might command it,<br /> +(If you remember Lords, whose child I was)<br /> +Yet I will humbly beg it; this old wretch<br /> +<a name="ref288-25"></a>Has forfeited his life to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Tricks, tricks;<br /> +Complots, devices, 'twixt these pair of young-ones,<br /> +To blunt the edge of your well temper'd Swords,<br /> +Wherewith you strike offenders, Lords, but I<br /> +Am not a baby to be fear'd with bug-bears,<br /> +'Tis justice I require.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>And I.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You speak too tenderly; and too much like yourself<br /> +To mean a cruelty; which would make monstrous <br /> +Your Sex: yet for the loves sake, which you once<br /> +Pleas'd to pretend, give my griev'd Father leave<br /> +To urge his own revenge; you have no cause<br /> +For yours: keep peace about ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Will you hear me?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-289"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Here's some strange novelty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Sure we are mock'd,<br /> +Speak one at once: say wherein hath your Son<br /> +Transgress'd the Law?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O the gross mists of dulness!<br /> +Are you this Kingdomes Oracles, yet can be<br /> +So ignorant? first hear, and then consider.<br /> +That I begot him, gave him birth and life,<br /> +And education, were, I must confess,<br /> +But duties of a Father: I did more;<br /> +I taught him how to manage Arms, to dare<br /> +An Enemy; to court both death and dangers;<br /> +Yet these were but additions to compleat<br /> +A well accomplish'd Souldier: I did more yet.<br /> +I made him chief Commander in the field<br /> +Next to my self, and gave him the full prospeft<br /> +Of honour, and preferment; train'd him up<br /> +In all perfections of a Martiallist:<br /> +But he unmindful of his gratitude,<br /> +You know with what contempt of my deserts,<br /> +First kick'd against mine honour, scorned all<br /> +My services; then got the palm of glory<br /> +Unto himself: yet not content with this,<br /> +He (lastly) hath conspir'd my death, and sought<br /> +Means to engage me to this Lady's debt,<br /> +Whose bounty all my whole estate could never<br /> +Give satisfaction to: now honoured Fathers,<br /> +For this cause only, if your Law be law,<br /> +And you the Ministers of justice; then<br /> +Think of this strange ingratitude in him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Can this be so <i>Antinous</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>'Tis all true,<br /> +Nor hath my much wrong'd father limn'd my faults<br /> +In colours half so black, as in themselves,<br /> +My guilt hath dy'd them: were there mercy left,<br /> +Yet mine own shame would be my Executioner:<br /> +Lords, I am guilty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thou beliest, <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +Thine innocence: alas, my Lords, he's desperate,<br /> +And talks he knows not what: you must not credit<br /> +His lunacy; I can my self disprove<br /> +This accusation: <i>Cassilane</i>, be yet<br /> +More mercifull; I beg it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Time, not fate,<br /> +The world, or what is in it, shall not alter<br /> +My resolution: he shall dye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>The Senats<br /> +Prayers, or weeping Lovers, shall not alter<br /> +My resolution: thou shalt dye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Why Madam,<br /> +Are ye all Marble?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Leave your shifts <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +What plead you to your Fathers accusation?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Most fully guilty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>You have doom'd your self,<br /> +We cannot quit you now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>A burthen'd conscience<br /> +Will never need a hang-man: hadst thou dar'd<br /> +To have deni'd it, then this Sword of mine<br /> +Should on thy head have prov'd thy tongue a lyar.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thy sword? wretched old man, thou hast liv'd too long<br /> +To carry peace or comfort to thy grave;<br /> +Thou art a man condemn'd: my Lords, this tyrant<br /> +Had perish'd but for me, I still suppli'd<br /> +His miserable wants; I sent his Daughter<br /> +Mony to buy him food; the bread he eat,<br /> +Was from my purse: when he (vain-gloriously)<br /> +To dive into the peoples hearts, had pawn'd<br /> +His birth-right, I redeem'd it, sent it to him,<br /> +And for requitall, only made my suite,<br /> +That he would please to new receive his son<br /> +Into his favour, for whose love I told him<br /> +I had been still so friendly: but then he<br /> +As void of gratitude, as all good nature,<br /> +Distrafted like a mad man, poasted hither<br /> +To pull this vengeance on himself, and us;<br /> +For why, my Lords, since by the Law, all means<br /> +Is blotted out of your commission,<br /> +As this hard hearted Father hath accus'd<br /> +Noble <i>Antinous</i>, his unblemished Son,<br /> +So I accuse this Father, and crave judgement.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>All this is but deceit, meer trifles forg'd<br /> +By combination to defeat the process<br /> +Of Justice, I will have <i>Antinous</i> life.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, what do ye mean?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I will have <i>Cassilane's</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Cunning and cruel Lady, runs the stream<br /> +Of your affections this way? have you not<br /> +Conquest enough by treading on my grave?<br /> +Unless you send me thither in a shrowd<br /> +Steept in my fathers bloud? as you are woman,<br /> +As the protests of love you vow'd were honest;<br /> +Be gentler to my Father.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Cassilane,<br /> +<a name="ref291-15"></a>Thou hast a heart of flint: let my intreaties,<br /> +My tears, the Sacrifice of griefs unfeigned,<br /> +Melt it: yet be a Father to thy son,<br /> +Unmask thy long besotted judgement, see<br /> +A low obedience kneeling at the feet<br /> +Of nature, I beseech you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Pish, you cozen<br /> +Your hopes: your plots are idle: I am resolute.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, urge no further.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Hence thou Sorcery<br /> +Of a beguiling softness, I will stand,<br /> +Like the earths center, unmov'd; Lords your breath<br /> +Must finish these divisions: I confess<br /> +Civility doth teach I should not speak<br /> +Against a Lady of her birth, so high<br /> +As great <i>Erota</i>, but her injuries<br /> +And thankless wrongs to me, urge me to cry<br /> +Aloud for justice, Fathers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Whither run you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>For (honoured fathers) that you all may know<br /> +That I alone am not unmatchable<br /> +In crimes of this condition, lest perhaps<br /> +You might conceive, as yet the case appears,<br /> +That this foul stain, and guilt runs in a bloud;<br /> +Before this presence, I accuse this Lady<br /> +Of as much vile ingratitude to me.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-292"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Impudent Traitor!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Her? O spare <i>Antinous</i>;<br /> +The world reputes thee valiant, do not soyle<br /> +All thy past nobleness with such a cowardize.<br /> +As murthering innocent Ladies will stamp on thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Brave Prince, with what unwillingness I force<br /> +Her follies, and in those her sin, be witness,<br /> +All these about me: she is bloudy minded,<br /> +And turns the justice of the Law to rigor:<br /> +It is her cruelites, not I accuse her:<br /> +Shall I have Audience?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let him speak my Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Your memory will rot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Cast all your eyes<br /> +On this, what shall I call her? truthless woman,<br /> +When often in my discontents, the sway<br /> +Of her unruly bloud, her untam'd passion,<br /> +(Or name it as you list) had hour by hour<br /> +Solicited my love, she vow'd at last<br /> +She could not, would not live unless I granted<br /> +What she long sued for: I in tender pity,<br /> +To save a Lady of her birth from ruine,<br /> +Gave her her life, and promis'd to be hers:<br /> +Nor urg'd I ought from her, but secresie,<br /> +And then enjoyn'd her to supply such wants<br /> +As I perceiv'd my Fathers late engagements<br /> +Had made him subject to; what shall I heap up<br /> +Long repetitions? she to quit my pity,<br /> +Not only hath discover'd to my Father<br /> +What she had promis'd to conceal, but also<br /> +Hath drawn my life into this fatal forfeit;<br /> +For which since I must dye, I crave a like<br /> +Equality of justice against her;<br /> +Not that I covet bloud, but that she may not<br /> +Practise this art of falsehood on some other,<br /> +Perhaps more worthy of her love hereafter.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>If this be true--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>My Lords, be as the Law is,<br /> +Indifferent, upright, I do plead guilty:<br /> +Now Sir, what glory have you got by this?<br /> +'Las man, I meant not to outlive thy doom,<br /> +Shall we be friends in death?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Hear me, the villain<br /> +Scandals her, honour'd Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Leave off to doat,<br /> +And dye a wise man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am over-reach'd,<br /> +And master'd in my own resolution.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Will ye be wilfull Madam? here's the curse<br /> +Of loves disdain.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Why sit you like dumb Statues?<br /> +Demur no longer.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p> +<i>Cassilane</i>, <i>Erota</i>,<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, death ye ask; and 'tis your dooms,<br /> +You in your follies liv'd, dye in your follies.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I am reveng'd, and thank you for it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes, and I: <i>Antlnous</i> hath been gracious.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, may I presume to crave a blessing from you<br /> +Before we part?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Yes, such a one as Parents<br /> +Bestow on cursed sons, now now, I laugh<br /> +To see how those poor younglings are both cheated<br /> +Of life and comfort: look ye, look ye, Lords,<br /> +I go but some ten minutes (more or less)<br /> +Before my time, but they have finely cozen'd<br /> +Themselves of many, many hopefull years<br /> +Amidst their prime of youth and glory; now<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Annophel</p> +My vengeance is made full. Welcom my joy,<br /> +Thou com'st to take a seasonable blessing<br /> +From thy half buried Fathers hand; I am dead<br /> +Already girle, and so is she and he,<br /> +We all are worms-meat now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I have heard all;<br /> +Nor shall you dye alone: Lords on my knees<br /> +I beg for justice too.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>'Gainst whom, for what?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>First let me be resolv'd; does the Law favour<br /> +None, be they ne're so mighty?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-294"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Not the greatest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Then justly I accuse of foul ingratitude<br /> +My Lords, you of the Senate all, not one<br /> +Excepted.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne Porphycio</p>Us?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p> +<i>Annophel</i>--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>You are the Authors<br /> +Of this unthrifty bloud-shed; when your enemies<br /> +Came marching to your gates, your children suck'd not<br /> +Safe at their Mothers breasts, your very Cloysters<br /> +Were not secure, your starting-holes of refuge<br /> +Not free from danger, nor your lives your own:<br /> +In this most desperate Ecstasie, my Father,<br /> +This aged man, not only undertook<br /> +To guard your lives, but did so; and beat off<br /> +The daring foe; for you he pawn'd his lands,<br /> +To pay your Souldiers, who without their pay<br /> +Refus'd to strike a blow: but, Lords, when peace<br /> +Was purchas'd for you, and victorie brought home,<br /> +Where was your gratitude, who in your Coffers<br /> +Hoarded the rustic treasure which was due<br /> +To my unminded Father? he was glad<br /> +To live retir'd in want, in penurie,<br /> +Whilst you made feasts of surfeit, and forgot<br /> +Your debts to him: The sum of all is this,<br /> +You have been unthankfull to him; and I crave<br /> +The rigor of the Law against you all.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My Royal spirited daughter!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Annophel</i><br /> +Thou art a worthy wench; let me embrace thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Lords, why do ye keep your seats? they are no places <br /> +For such as are offenders. <br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Though our ignorance<br /> +Of <i>Cassilanes</i> engagements might asswage<br /> +Severity of justice, yet to shew<br /> +How no excuse should smooth a breach of Law,<br /> +I yield me to the trial of it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>So must I:<br /> +Great Prince of <i>Cyprus</i>, you are left<br /> +The only Moderator in this difference;<br /> +And as you are a Prince be a Protector<br /> +To wofull <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What a Scene of miserie<br /> +Hath thine obdurate frowardness (old man)<br /> +Drawn on thy Countries bosom? and for that<br /> +Thy proud ambition could not mount so high<br /> +As to be stil'd thy Countries only Patron,<br /> +Thy malice hath descended to the depth<br /> +Of Hell, to be renowned in the Title<br /> +Of the destroyer? dost thou yet perceive<br /> +What curses all posterity will brand<br /> +Thy grave with? that at once hast rob'd this Kingdom<br /> +Of honour and of safety.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Children yet unborn<br /> +Will stop their ears when thou art nam'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>The world will be too little to contain<br /> +The memorie of this detested deed;<br /> +The Furies will abhorr it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>What the sword<br /> +Could not enforce, your peevish thirst of honour<br /> +(A brave, cold, weak, imaginarie fame)<br /> +Hath brought on <i>Candy: Candy</i> groans, not these<br /> +That are to die.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>'Tis happiness enough<br /> +For them, that they shall not survive to see<br /> +The wounds wherewith thou stab'st the land that gave<br /> +Thee life and name.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis <i>Candy's</i> wrack shall feel--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The mischief of your folly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p> +<i>Annophel</i>--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I will not be entreated.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Prethee <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Why would ye urge me to a mercy which<br /> +You in your self allow not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis the Law,<br /> +That if the party who complains, remit<br /> +The offender, he is freed: is't not so Lords?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>'Tis so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, By my shame observe<br /> +What a close witch-craft popular applause is:<br /> +I am awak'd, and with clear eyes behold<br /> +The Lethargie wherein my reason long<br /> +Hath been be-charm'd: live, live, my matchless son,<br /> +Blest in thy Fathers blessing; much more blest<br /> +In thine own vertues: let me dew thy cheeks<br /> +With my unmanly tears: Rise, I forgive thee:<br /> +And good <i>Antinous</i>, if I shall be thy Father<br /> +Forgive me: I can speak no more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Dear Sir,<br /> +You new beget me now--Madam your pardon,<br /> +I heartily remit you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I as freely<br /> +Discharge thee <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My gracious Lords,<br /> +Repute me not a blemish to my Sex,<br /> +In that I strove to cure a desperate evil<br /> +With a more violent remedy: your lives,<br /> +Your honours are your own.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Then with consent<br /> +Be reconcil'd on all sides: Please you Fathers<br /> +To take your places.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Let us again ascend,<br /> +With joy and thankfulness to Heaven: and now<br /> +To other business Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero, <i>and</i> Melitus, <i>with</i> Gonzalo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Two hours and more Sir,<br /> +The Senate hath been set.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And I not know it?<br /> +Who sits with them?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>My Lord, the Prince of <i>Cyprus</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Gaspero,<br /> +Why how comes that to pass?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Some weighty cause<br /> +I warrant you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Now Lords the business? ha?<br /> +Who's here, <i>Erota</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Secretarie do your charge<br /> +Upon that Traitor.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Traitor?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-297"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Yes, <i>Gonzalo</i>, Traitor,<br /> +Of treason to the peace and state of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +I do arrest thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Me? thou Dog?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>and</i> Michael</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>With Licence<br /> +From this grave Senate, I arrest thee likewise<br /> +Of treason to the State of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Ha?<br /> +Is <i>Michael</i> here? nay then I see<br /> +I am undone.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I shall not be your Queen,<br /> +Your Dutchess, or your Empress.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Dull, dull brain.<br /> +O I am fool'd!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Look Sir, do you know this hand?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>Do you know this Seal? First, Lords, he writes to <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +To make a perfect league, during which time<br /> +He would in private keep some Troops in pay,<br /> +Bribe all the Centinels throughout this Kingdom,<br /> +Corrupt the Captains; at a Banquet poyson<br /> +The Prince, and greatest Peers, and in conclusion<br /> +Yield <i>Candy</i> slave to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Next, he contracted<br /> +With the Illustrious Princess, the Lady <i>Erota</i>,<br /> +In hope of marriage with her, to deliver<br /> +All the <i>Venetian</i> gallantry, and strength,<br /> +Upon their first arrival, to the mercy<br /> +Of her and <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>This is true, <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Let it be true: what then?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lord Ambassadour,<br /> +What's your demand?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>As likes the State of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +Either to sentence him as he deserves<br /> +Here, or to send him like a slave to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We shall advise upon it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O the Devils,<br /> +That had not thrust this trick into my pate--<br /> +A Politician fool? destruction plague<br /> +<i>Candy</i> and <i>Venice</i> both.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne Porphycio</p>Away with him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Come Sir, I'le see you safe.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i> Gonz. Mel.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Lords, e're you part<br /> +Be witness to another change of wonder;<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, now be bold, before this presence,<br /> +Freely to speak, whether or no I us'd<br /> +The humblest means affection could contrive,<br /> +To gain thy love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, I must confess it,<br /> +And ever am your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +My servant, for my Lord thou shalt be never:<br /> +I here disclaim the interest thou hadst once<br /> +In my too passionate thoughts. Most noble Prince,<br /> +If yet a relique of thy wonted flames<br /> +Live warm within thy bosom, then I blush not<br /> +To offer up the assurance of my faith,<br /> +To thee that hast deserv'd it best.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O Madam,<br /> +You play with my calamity.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let heaven<br /> +Record my truth for ever.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>With more joy<br /> +Than I have words to utter, I accept it.<br /> +I also pawn you mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>The man that in requital<br /> +Of noble and un-sought affection<br /> +Grows cruel, never lov'd, nor did <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +Yet herein (Prince) ye are beholding to him;<br /> +For his neglect of me humbled a pride,<br /> +Which to a vertuous wife had been a Monster.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>For which I'le rank him my deserving friend.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Much comfort dwell with you, as I could wish<br /> +To him I honour most.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O my <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +My own, my own good son.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>One suit I have to make.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>To whom <i>Fernando</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-299"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i> to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>To me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>This Lady<br /> +Hath promised to be mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Your blessing Sir;<br /> +Brother your love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You cannot Sir bestow her<br /> +On a more noble Gentleman.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Saist thou so?<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> I confirm it. Here <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +Live both as one; she is thine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And herein Sister,<br /> +I honour you for your wise setled love.<br /> +This is a day of Triumph, all Contentions<br /> +Are happily accorded: <i>Candy's</i> peace<br /> +<a name="ref299-16"></a>Secur'd, and <i>Venice</i> vow'd a worthy friend.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-300"></a></span> + +<div class="appendix"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.6"></a>APPENDIX</div> + +<div class="teidiv"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4576204"></a>THE LAWS OF CANDY</div> + +<p><em>The following variations are those of the 1st folio unless otherwise stated</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576233"></a><p><em>p. 236</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576246"></a>ll. 2--43. Not in 1st folio. <i>[e-Text transcriber's note: This is the whole of the front matter, including cast and actor lists, with the exception of the title]</i> +</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576262"></a><p><em>p. 237</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576276"></a><a href="#ref237-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> insolencie.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576395"></a><a href="#ref237-19" class="ref" target="_top">l. 19.</a> these many plagues.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576412"></a><p><em>p. 238</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576425"></a><a href="#ref238-15" class="ref" target="_top">l. 15.</a> 2nd folio] pretty.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576441"></a><a href="#ref238-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> But this.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576456"></a><a href="#ref238-21" class="ref" target="_top">l. 21.</a> are these.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576472"></a><p><em>p. 241</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576486"></a><a href="#ref241-40" class="ref" target="_top">l. 40.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] aud.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576511"></a><p><em>p. 242</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576524"></a><a href="#ref242-12" class="ref" target="_top">l. 12.</a> and had.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576541"></a><p><em>p. 243</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576555"></a><a href="#ref243-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> you sit? [<i>omits</i> Sir].</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576580"></a><p><em>p. 245</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576593"></a><a href="#ref245-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> And as if.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576608"></a><a href="#ref245-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> fuerie, then warrant,</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576625"></a><p><em>p. 247</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576639"></a><a href="#ref247-32" class="ref" target="_top">l. 32.</a> 2nd folio] tell.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576656"></a><p><em>p. 248</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576669"></a><a href="#ref248-11" class="ref" target="_top">l. 11.</a> Lord.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576685"></a><a href="#ref248-13" class="ref" target="_top">l. 13.</a> Cassilanes.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576715"></a><p><em>p. 249</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576729"></a><a href="#ref249-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> add debters.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576746"></a><p><em>p. 251</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576759"></a><a href="#ref251-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> so manded.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576776"></a><p><em>p. 252</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576789"></a><a href="#ref252-11" class="ref" target="_top">l. 11.</a> so bold.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576806"></a><p><em>p. 253</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576820"></a><a href="#ref253-8" class="ref" target="_top">l. 8.</a> teaching there.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576836"></a><p><em>p. 254</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576850"></a><a href="#ref254-34" class="ref" target="_top">l. 34.</a> by Iolus.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576865"></a><a href="#ref254-38" class="ref" target="_top">l. 38.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] bravel.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576890"></a><p><em>p. 255</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576904"></a><a href="#ref255-3" class="ref" target="_top">l. 3.</a> I am borne.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576919"></a><a href="#ref255-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] your.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576944"></a><p><em>p. 257</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576957"></a><a href="#ref257-33" class="ref" target="_top">ll. 33 and 34.</a> +<div class="sp">--with your blessings,<br /> +Then growne.<br /> +</div> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576998"></a> +<a href="#ref257-37" class="ref" target="_top">l. 37.</a> even unto.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577014"></a><p><em>p. 259</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577028"></a><a href="#ref259-33" class="ref" target="_top">l. 33.</a> <i>Omits</i> If.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577052"></a><p><em>p. 260</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577066"></a><a href="#ref260-32" class="ref" target="_top">l. 32.</a> percusseere the.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577082"></a><p><em>p. 262</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577096"></a><a href="#ref262-20" class="ref" target="_top">l. 20.</a> 2nd folio] loss.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577112"></a><a href="#ref262-25" class="ref" target="_top">l. 25.</a> 2nd folio] Erot.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577128"></a><p><em>p. 266</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577142"></a><a href="#ref266-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> 2nd folio] Casp.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577159"></a><p><em>p. 267</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577172"></a><a href="#ref267-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> This tempest-wearied.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577188"></a><a href="#ref267-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> Pray.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577204"></a><p><em>p. 269</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577218"></a><a href="#ref269-4" class="ref" target="_top">l. 4.</a> Please.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577233"></a><a href="#ref269-13" class="ref" target="_top">l. 13.</a> Your much.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577250"></a><p><em>p. 270</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577263"></a><a href="#ref270-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> please.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577280"></a><p><em>p. 271</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577294"></a><a href="#ref271-21" class="ref" target="_top">l. 21.</a> thou didst.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577309"></a><a href="#ref271-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> lose by it.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577326"></a><p><em>p. 272</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577340"></a><a href="#ref272-13" class="ref" target="_top">ll. 13</a> and <a href="#ref272-17" class="ref" target="_top">17.</a> <i>Adds stage directions</i>] Musick. Musick againe.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577376"></a><a href="#ref272-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> <i>Omits stage direction</i>] Musick.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577401"></a><p><em>p. 273</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577414"></a><a href="#ref273-4" class="ref" target="_top">l. 4.</a> for it.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577430"></a><a href="#ref273-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> griefes.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577445"></a><a href="#ref273-24" class="ref" target="_top">l. 24.</a> <i>A missing bracket has been added at the end of the line</i>.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577470"></a><p><em>p. 274</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577484"></a><a href="#ref274-38" class="ref" target="_top">l. 38.</a> wake.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577500"></a><p><em>p. 275</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577514"></a><a href="#ref275-1" class="ref" target="_top">l. 1.</a> pray.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577530"></a><a href="#ref275-23" class="ref" target="_top">l. 23.</a> thy owne.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577546"></a><p><em>p. 277</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577560"></a><a href="#ref277-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> is it.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577576"></a><a href="#ref277-27" class="ref" target="_top">l. 27.</a> do arive.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577592"></a><a href="#ref277-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> crueller.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577608"></a><p><em>p. 279</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577622"></a><a href="#ref279-3" class="ref" target="_top">l. 3.</a> please ye.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577637"></a><a href="#ref279-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> would you.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577652"></a><a href="#ref279-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> 'has more 'gag'd.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577669"></a><p><em>p. 280</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577682"></a><a href="#ref280-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> spake.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577699"></a><p><em>p. 281</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577713"></a><a href="#ref281-10" class="ref" target="_top">l. 10.</a> do ye.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577729"></a><a href="#ref281-40" class="ref" target="_top">l. 40.</a> Ye are.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577745"></a><p><em>p. 282</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577759"></a><a href="#ref282-20" class="ref" target="_top">l. 20.</a> He? feare.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577774"></a><a href="#ref282-28" class="ref" target="_top">l. 28.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] aod.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577799"></a><p><em>p. 283</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577813"></a><a href="#ref283-29" class="ref" target="_top">l. 29.</a> So a.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577829"></a><p><em>p. 286</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577843"></a><a href="#ref286-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> Porphino.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577858"></a><a href="#ref286-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Mie.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577883"></a><p><em>p. 288</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577897"></a><a href="#ref288-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Chornicled.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577921"></a><a href="#ref288-25" class="ref" target="_top">l. 25.</a> 'Has.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577938"></a><p><em>p. 291</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577951"></a><a href="#ref291-15" class="ref" target="_top">l. 15.</a> intreates.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577968"></a><p><em>p. 299</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577982"></a><a href="#ref299-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> <i>Adds</i> Finis.</li></ul> +</li> +</ul> + +</div> +</div> + + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14548 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6312041 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize +this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright +status under the laws that apply to them. diff --git a/README.md b/README.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f1f322b --- /dev/null +++ b/README.md @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ +Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for +eBook #14548 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/14548) diff --git a/old/14548-h.zip b/old/14548-h.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f1d5207 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/14548-h.zip diff --git a/old/14548-h/14548-h.htm b/old/14548-h/14548-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b6fc6f --- /dev/null +++ b/old/14548-h/14548-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,5844 @@ +<?xml version="1.0"?> +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" +"/usr/share/emacs/site-lisp/tei-emacs/xml/dtds/xhtml/xhtml1-transitional.dtd" []> +<html> +<!--THIS FILE IS GENERATED FROM AN XML MASTER. + DO NOT EDIT--><head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"/> +<title>Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10): The Laws of Candy</title> + +<style type="text/css"> + +<!-- * { font-family: Times;} --> + P { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + BODY { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; } + + .pagenum { text-indent: 0em; position: absolute; left: 1%; right: 5%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: right } + .sidenote { text-indent: 0em; position: absolute; left: 91%; right: 100%; width: 9%; font-size: 10pt; + text-align: center; font-weight: bold; } + + .hidden { display: none; } + .center { text-align: center; } + .right { text-align: right; } + .left { text-align: left; } + + .toc { list-style-type: none; text-align: center; } + .toc BR { display: none; } + .toc .header { font-size: 2em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; } + .toc .volume TD { font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; height: 3em; } + .toc .book TD { font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.2em; height: 3em; } + .toc .chapter TD { font-weight: normal; } + .toc .figure TD { font-weight: normal; font-size: 1.2em; } + .toc HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .titlepage { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .titlepage SPAN { display: block; } + .titlepage .main { font-size: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .sub { font-size: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .byline { font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage .byline SPAN { display: block; } + .titlepage .byline .docauthor { font-size: 1.5em; } + .titlepage UL { margin-bottom: 2em; } + .titlepage LI { list-style-type: none; } + + .head LI { list-style-type: none; } + + .center .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.75em; } + .center .head HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .volume .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.75em; } + .volume .head HR { width: 90%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; height: 0.25em; color: gray; } + + .book .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .book .head HR { width: 75%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; color: gray; } + + .chapter .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 0em;} + .chapter .head HR { width: 50%; } + + .sp .speaker { font-weight: bold; margin-left: -10%; margin-bottom: 0em; padding-right: 2em; } + .sp .speaker-center { font-weight: bold; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 1em; } + .sp .speaker-right { text-align: right; } + .sp .speech { text-indent: 0em; margin-left: 3em; margin-top: -1em; margin-bottom: 0em; } + .sp .lg { text-indent: 0em; margin-left: 0em; } + + .l-F { text-indent: 10em; } + .l-M { text-indent: 5em; } + + .stage-right { display: inline; position: absolute; right: 5%; margin-top: -1em; text-align: right; } + .stage-left { text-align: left; } + .stage-center { text-align: center; } + .stage-other { text-align: center; } + + .castlist { text-align: center; text-indent: 0em; font-size: 1.25em; } + .castlist HR { width: 50%; } + .castlist .head { font-weight: bold; font-size: +1.5em; } + .castlist P { text-align: center; } + .castlist UL { list-style-type: none; } + + .mainscene { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: +1.5em; } + .mainscene HR { width: 50%; } + + .act .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 2em; } + .act HR { width: 75%; } + + .scene .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.5em; } + .scene HR { width: 50%; } + + .appendix .head { text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 2em; } + .appendix HR { width: 75%; } + .appendix UL {} + .appendix UL UL { margin-top: -2em; margin-left: 6em; } +</style> + +<meta name="author" content="Beaumont, Francis (1584-1616); Fletcher, John (1579-1625)"/> +<meta name="generator" content="Text Encoding Initiative Consortium XSLT stylesheets"/> +<meta name="DC.Title" content="Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10): The Laws of Candy"/> +<meta name="DC.Type" content="Text"/> +<meta name="DC.Format" content="text/html"/> +</head> +<body> + + +<pre> + +Project Gutenberg's The Laws of Candy, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Laws of Candy + Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10) + +Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +Release Date: January 1, 2005 [EBook #14548] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAWS OF CANDY *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Paul Murray and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team + + + + + + +</pre> + +fs<a name="TOP"></a> +<div class="titlepage"> +<span class="main">The Laws of Candy</span> +<span class="sub">A Tragi-Comedy</span> +<div class="byline">The works of Beaumont and Fletcher, edited by A.R. Walker</div> +</div> + +<div class="castlist"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.1"></a>Persons Represented in the Play.</div> + + +<p> +</p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4521654"></a> +Cassilanes, <i>General of</i> Candy. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521668"></a> +Antinous, <i>Son to</i> Cassilanes, <i>and his +Competitor</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521690"></a> +Fernando, <i>a Venetian Captain, Servant +to</i> Annophel. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521706"></a> +Philander, <i>Prince of</i> Cyprus, <i>passionately +in love with</i> Erota. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521729"></a> +Gonzalo, <i>An ambitious Politick Lord +of</i> Venice. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521744"></a> +Gaspero, <i>Secretary of State</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521758"></a> +Melitus, <i>a Gentleman of</i> Candy. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521772"></a> +Arcanes, <i>a noble Souldier, Friend to</i> +Cassilanes. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521787"></a> +Decius, <i>Friend to</i> Antinous. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521801"></a> +Porphycio, +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521807"></a> +Possenne, <i>Senators</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521821"></a> +Paolo Michael, <i>Venetian Ambassadour</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521835"></a> +Mochingo, <i>an ignorant Servant to</i> +Erota. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521849"></a><i>Gentlemen.</i> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521861"></a><i>Souldiers.</i> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521873"></a><i>Servants.</i> +</li> +</ul> +<p> +</p> + +<p> +</p> +<p><em><i>WOMEN</i></em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4521909"></a> +Erota, <i>a Princess, imperious, and of +an overweaning Beauty</i>. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521925"></a> +Annophel, <i>Daughter to</i> Cassilanes. +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4521939"></a> +Hyparcha, <i>Attendant on the Princess</i> +Erota. +</li> +</ul> +<p> +</p> + +</div> + +<div class="mainscene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.2"></a><i>The Scene</i> Candy</div> + +<p></p> +</div> + +<div class="castlist"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="front.1_div.3"></a> +The principal Actors were, +</div> + + +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4522018"></a><i>Joseph Taylor</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4522031"></a><i>William Eglestone</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4522044"></a><i>Nicholas Toolie</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537212"></a><i>Richard Sharpe</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537223"></a><i>John Lowin</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537234"></a><i>John Underwood</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537246"></a><i>George Birch</i>.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4537257"></a><i>Thomas Pollard</i>.</li> +</ul> +</div> + + + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-236"></a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-237"></a></span> + + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.1"></a>Actus Primus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4537316"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero, <i>and</i> Melitus</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Sir, you're the very friend I wish'd to meet with,<br /> +I have a large discourse invites your ear<br /> +To be an Auditor.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And what concerns it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>The sadly thriving progress of the loves<br /> +Between my Lord, the Prince, and that great Lady,<br /> +<a name="ref237-9"></a>Whose insolence, and never-yet-match'd Pride,<br /> +Can by no Character be well exprest,<br /> +But in her only name, the proud <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Alas, <i>Melitus</i>, I should guess the best<br /> +Success your Prince could find from her, to be<br /> +As harsh as the event doth prove: but now<br /> +'Tis not a time to pity passionate griefs,<br /> +When a whole Kingdom in a manner lyes<br /> +Upon its Death-Bed bleeding.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Who can tell<br /> +<a name="ref237-19"></a>Whether or no these plagues at once<br /> +Hang over this unhappy Land for her sake<br /> +That is a Monster in it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Here's the misery<br /> +Of having a Child our Prince; else I presume<br /> +The bold <i>Venetians</i> had not dar'd to attempt<br /> +So bloody an invasion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Yet I wonder<br /> +Why (Master Secretary) still the Senate<br /> +So almost superstitiously adores<br /> +<i>Gonzalo</i>, the <i>Venetian</i> Lord, considering<br /> +The outrage of his Countrymen--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Senate<br /> +Is wise, and therein just, for this <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +Upon a Massacre performed at Sea<br /> +By the Admiral of <i>Venice</i>, on a Merchant<br /> +Of <i>Candy</i>, when the cause was to be heard<br /> +Before the Senate there, in open Court<br /> +Professed, that the cruelty the Admiral<br /> +Had shewed, deserved not only fine, but death;<br /> +For <i>Candy</i> then, and <i>Venice</i> were at peace:<br /> +Since when upon a motion in the Senate,<br /> +For Conquest of our Land, 'tis known for certain,<br /> +That only this <i>Gonzalo</i> dar'd to oppose it,<br /> +His reason was, because it too much savour'd<br /> +Of lawless and unjust ambition.<br /> +The Wars were scarce begun, but he (in fear<br /> +Of quarrels 'gainst his life) fled from his Country,<br /> +And hither came, where (to confirm his truth)<br /> +I know, (<i>Melitus</i>,) he out of his own store,<br /> +Hath monied <i>Cassilanes</i> the General.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>What, without other pledges than <i>Cassilanes</i><br /> +Bare promise of payment?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>No, it may be<br /> +<a name="ref238-15"></a>He has some [pe]tty Lordship to retire to;<br /> +<a name="ref238-16"></a>But thus he hath done; now 'tis fit, <i>Melitus</i>,<br /> +The Senate should be thankful, otherwise<br /> +They should annihilate one of those Laws<br /> +For which this Kingdome is throughout the World<br /> +Unfollowed and admired.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p> +<a name="ref238-21"></a>What Laws are those, Sir?<br /> +Let me so much importune you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>You shall,<br /> +And they be worth your knowledge: briefly thus:<br /> +Who e'r he be that can detect apparently<br /> +Another of ingratitude, for any<br /> +Received Benefit, the Plaintiff may<br /> +Require the Offenders life; unless he please<br /> +Freely and willingly to grant remission.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>By which strict Law, the Senate is in danger,<br /> +Should they neglect <i>Gonzalo</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Right, the Law<br /> +Permits a like equality to Aliens,<br /> +As to a home-bred Patriot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Pray Sir, the other?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Know, <i>Melitus</i>,<br /> +The elder <i>Cretans</i> flourished many years,<br /> +In War, in Peace unparallel'd, and they<br /> +(To spur heroic Spirits on to Vertue)<br /> +Enacted that what man so ere he were,<br /> +Did noblest in the field against his enemy,<br /> +So by the general voice approv'd, and known,<br /> +Might at his home-return, make his demand<br /> +For satisfaction, and reward.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>They are<br /> +Both famous Laws indeed.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter a Messenger</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Messenger</p>Master Secretary,<br /> +The Senate is about to sit, and crave<br /> +Your presence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>What, so suddenly?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Messenger</p>These Letters<br /> +Will shew the causes why.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Heaven, thou art great,<br /> +And worthy to be thanked!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Your countenance, Sir,<br /> +Doth promise some good tidings.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>O the best<br /> +And happiest for this land that e'r was told!<br /> +All the <i>Venetian</i> Forces are defeated.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>How, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And what doth add some delight more,<br /> +There is amongst the Souldiers a contention<br /> +Who shall be the triumpher, and it stands<br /> +Doubtful between a Father and his Son,<br /> +Old <i>Cassilanes</i>, and young <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Why may not both demand it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Law denies it,<br /> +But where the Souldiers do not all consent,<br /> +The Parties in contention, are refer'd<br /> +To plead before the Senate; and from them<br /> +Upon an open audience to be judg'd<br /> +The Chief, and then to make demands.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>You ravish me<br /> +With wonder and delight.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Come; as we walk,<br /> +I shall more fully inform you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-240"></a></span> + +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4539017"></a>SCENE II</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilanes, Arcanes, Antinous, <i>and</i> Decius.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Admit no Souldier near us till the Senate<br /> +Have took their places.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You are obey'd, my Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p> +<i>Decius</i>, fall off.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>I shall.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Give leave <i>Arcanes</i>:<br /> +Young man, come nearer to me: who am I?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It were a sin against the piety<br /> +Of filial duty, if I should forget<br /> +The debt I owe my Father on my knee:<br /> +Your pleasure?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What, so low? canst thou find joints,<br /> +Yet be an Elephant? <i>Antinous</i>, rise;<br /> +Thou wilt belye opinion, and rebate<br /> +The ambition of thy gallantry, that they<br /> +Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd, should see<br /> +Their little God of War, kneel to his Father,<br /> +Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir,<br /> +For proof that I acknowledge you the Author<br /> +Of giving me my Birth, I have discharg'd<br /> +A part of my Obedience. But if now<br /> +You should (as cruel fathers do) proclaim<br /> +Your right, and Tyrant-like usurp the glory<br /> +Of my peculiar honours, not deriv'd<br /> +From successary, but purchas'd with my bloud,<br /> +Then I must stand first Champion for my self<br /> +Against all interposers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Boldly urg'd,<br /> +And proudly, I could love thee, did not anger<br /> +Consult with just disdain, in open language<br /> +To call thee most ungrateful. Say freely,<br /> +Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereon<br /> +The reeling pillars of a popular breath<br /> +Have rais'd thy Giant-like conceit, to add<br /> +A suffrage to thy Fathers merit? speak.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-241"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, hear me: were there not a Chronicle<br /> +Well pen'd by all their tongues, who can report<br /> +What they have seen you do; or had you not<br /> +Best in your own performance writ your self,<br /> +And been your own text, I would undertake<br /> +Alone, without the help of Art, or Character,<br /> +But only to recount your deeds in Arms,<br /> +And you should ever then be fam'd a President<br /> +Of living victory: But as you are<br /> +Great, and well worthy to be stiled Great,<br /> +It would betray a poverty of Spirit<br /> +In me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent,<br /> +If I should coward-like surrender up<br /> +The interest which the inheritance of your vertue<br /> +And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour:<br /> +My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which any<br /> +That wears a Sword, and hath but seen me fight,<br /> +Gives me, I will not share, nor yield one jot,<br /> +One tittle.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Not to me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You are my Father,<br /> +Yet not to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ambitious Boy, how dar'st thou<br /> +To tell me, that thou wilt contend?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Had I<br /> +Been slothful, and not follow'd you in all<br /> +The streights of death, you might have justly then<br /> +Reputed me a Bastard: 'tis a cruelty<br /> +More than to murther Innocents, to take<br /> +The life of my yet infant-honour from me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, look upon this badge of age,<br /> +Thy Father's grey-hair'd beard: full fifty years,<br /> +(And more than half of this, ere thou wert born)<br /> +I have been known a Souldier, in which time<br /> +I found no difference 'twixt War and Peace,<br /> +For War was Peace to me, and Peace was War.<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, mark me well; there hath not liv'd<br /> +These fifty years a man whom <i>Crete</i> prefer'd<br /> +Before thy Father; let me boldly boast,<br /> +<a name="ref241-40"></a>Thy Father, both for Discipline a[n]d Action<br /> +Hath so long been the first of all his Nation;<br /> +Now, canst thou think it honest, charitable,<br /> +Nay humane, being so young, my Son, my Child,<br /> +Begot, bred, taught by me, by me thy Father,<br /> +For one days service, and that on thy first,<br /> +To rob me of a glory which I fought for<br /> +A half of hundred years?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My case observes<br /> +Both equity and presidents; for Sir,<br /> +That very day whereon you got your Fame,<br /> +You took it from some other, who was then<br /> +<a name="ref242-12"></a>Chief in repute, as you are now, and has been<br /> +Perhaps as many years deserving that<br /> +Which you gain'd in a day, as I have mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>But he was not my Father then, <i>Antinous</i>;<br /> +Thou leav'st out that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, had he been your Father,<br /> +He had been then immortal; for a Father<br /> +Heightens his reputation where his Son<br /> +Inherits it, as when you give us life,<br /> +Your life is not diminish'd but renew'd<br /> +In us when you are dead, and we are still<br /> +Your living Images.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>So be thou curs'd<br /> +In thy posterity, as I in thee,<br /> +Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun,<br /> +Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted<br /> +Upon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword,<br /> +And teaching this young Man to manage Arms,<br /> +That was a raw, fresh Novice in the feats<br /> +Of Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witness<br /> +Against this Brat of his Ingratitude?<br /> +Who, to eclipse the light of my renown,<br /> +Can no way hope to get a noble Name,<br /> +But by the treading on his Father's Greatness;<br /> +Thou wilt not yield?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Arcanes</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My life, but not the prize<br /> +My Sword hath purchas'd.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-243"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>The Senate,<br /> +My Lord, are here at hand, and all the Souldiers<br /> +Begin to throng about them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Now, <i>Arcanes</i>, the--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>What, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Trifles will affront us; that<br /> +Fine fighting Stripling.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Let him have the shame on't;<br /> +'Please you withdraw on this side.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My great heart<br /> +Was never quail'd before.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My Lord, be confident,<br /> +Let not your Father daunt you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p> +<i>Decius</i>, whither<br /> +Must I withdraw?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>On this side.--See, the Souldiers<br /> +Attend your pleasure--courage, Sir; the Senate.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Way for the Senate.<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Porphycio, Possenne, (<i>three Senators</i>) Gonzalo, Gaspero, <i>Souldiers</i></p> +My good Lords I know not<br /> +What tax of arrogance I may incurr,<br /> +Should I presume, though courted by your Favours,<br /> +To take a place amongst you; I had rather<br /> +Give proof of my unfeign'd humility<br /> +By force, though mean, yet more becoming place,<br /> +Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lord, your wisdom is both known and try'd;<br /> +We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship<br /> +Than your great service to the State deserves.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p> +<a name="ref243-31"></a>Will't please you, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter </i>Fernando <i>with Souldiers</i>.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What's here, my Lord <i>Porphycio</i>?<br /> +It must not be.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>My Lord, you are too modest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>It is no season to be troublesome,<br /> +Else--but I have done: your Lordships are observ'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Is the demandant ready?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-244"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>He is ready.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Produce him then.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Before this sacred presence,<br /> +I, by a general consent, am made<br /> +The Souldiers voice, and to your gracious Wisedoms,<br /> +Present as chief in Arms, his Countries Champion,<br /> +<i>Cassilanes.</i><br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Most reverend Lords, you hear the lesser number<br /> +Of those who have been Guardians to this Country,<br /> +Approve this Champion; I, in all their names,<br /> +Who fought for <i>Candy</i>, here present before you<br /> +The mightiest man in Arms, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +Speak fellow Souldiers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Stand by all, save the two Competitors.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lords, how much your Countrey owes you both,<br /> +The due reward of your desertful glories<br /> +Must to Posterity remain: but yet<br /> +Since, by our Law, one only can make claim<br /> +To the proposed honours which you both<br /> +(It seems) have truly merited, take leave<br /> +Freely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Wherein priority of voice is granted,<br /> +Lord <i>Cassilanes</i> to you; for that your rare<br /> +And long experience in the Course of War,<br /> +As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge<br /> +Of Order and Civility, for that<br /> +You are your brave Opponents worthy Father.<br /> +Say, Country-men, are you content?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>I, I.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfit<br /> +It is for me, that all my life time have<br /> +Been practis'd in the School of Bloud, and Slaughter<br /> +To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel,<br /> +Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitcht<br /> +Another, and another field, like that<br /> +Which, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter'd,<br /> +Defeated, and made nothing, then the man<br /> +That had a heart to think he could but follow<br /> +(For equal me he should not) through the lanes<br /> +Of danger and amazement, might in that<br /> +That only of but following me, be happy,<br /> +Reputed worthy to be made my Rival;<br /> +For 'tis not, Lords, unknown to those about me,<br /> +(My fellow Souldiers) first, with what a confidence<br /> +I led them on to fight, went on still, and<br /> +<a name="ref245-7"></a>As if I could have been a second Nature,<br /> +As well in heartening them by my example,<br /> +As by my exhortation, I gave life<br /> +To quicken courage, to inflame revenge,<br /> +To heighten resolution; in a word,<br /> +To out-doe action: It boots not to discover,<br /> +How that young man, who was not fledg'd nor skill'd<br /> +In Martial play, was even as ignorant<br /> +As childish: But I list not to disparage<br /> +His non-ability: The signal given<br /> +Of Battel, when our enemies came on,<br /> +<a name="ref245-18"></a>(Directed more by fury, than by warrant<br /> +Of Policy and Stratagem) I met them,<br /> +I in the fore-front of the Armies met them;<br /> +And as if this old weather-beaten body<br /> +Had been compos'd of cannon-proof, I stood<br /> +The volleys of their shot. I, I my self<br /> +Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes:<br /> +But when we came to handy-stroaks, as often<br /> +As I lent blows, so often I gave wounds,<br /> +And every wound a death. I may be bold<br /> +To justifie a truth, this very sword<br /> +Of mine slew more than any twain besides:<br /> +And, which is not the least of all my glorie,<br /> +When he, this young man, hand to hand in fight,<br /> +Was by the General of the Venetians,<br /> +And such as were his retinue, unhors'd,<br /> +I stept between, and rescu'd him my self,<br /> +Or horses hoofs had trampled him to dirt;<br /> +And whilst he was re-mounting, I maintain'd<br /> +The combate with the gallant General,<br /> +Till having taken breath, he throng'd before me,<br /> +Renew'd the fight, and with a fatal blow,'<br /> +Stole both that honour from me, and his life<br /> +From him, whom I before my self alone,<br /> +Had more than full three quarters kill'd: a man<br /> +Well worthy only by this hand to have dy'd,<br /> +Not by a Boys weak push: I talk too much,<br /> +But 'tis a fault of age: If to bring home<br /> +Long peace, long victorie, even to your Capitol;<br /> +If to secure your Kingdom, wives, and children,<br /> +Your lives and liberties; if to renown<br /> +Your honours through the world, to fix your names,<br /> +Like Blazing stars admir'd, and fear'd by all<br /> +That have but heard of <i>Candy</i>, or a <i>Cretan</i>,<br /> +Be to deserve the approvement of my man-hood,<br /> +Then thus much have I done: what more, examine<br /> +The annals of my life; and then consider<br /> +What I have been, and am. Lords I have said.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>With reverence to the Senate, is it lawfull,<br /> +Without your Customes breach, to say a word?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Say on my Lord <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I have heard,<br /> +And with no little wonder, such high deeds<br /> +Of Chivalrie discours'd, that I confess,<br /> +I do not think the Worthies while they liv'd<br /> +All nine, deserv'd as much applause, or memorie,<br /> +As this one: But who can do ought to gain<br /> +The crown of honour from him, must be somewhat<br /> +More than a man; you tread a dangerous path,<br /> +Yet I shall hear you gladly: for believe me,<br /> +Thus much let me profess, in honours cause,<br /> +I would not to my Father, nor my King,<br /> +(My Countries Father) yield: if you transcend<br /> +What we have heard, I can but only say,<br /> +That Miracles are yet in use. I fear<br /> +I have offended.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You have spoken nobly.<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> use your priviledge.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Princely Fathers,<br /> +E're I begin, one suit I have to make,<br /> +'Tis just, and honourable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Speak, and have it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>That you would please the souldiers might all stand<br /> +Together by their General.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>'Tis granted.<br /> +All fall to yonder side: Go on, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I shall be brief and plain: all what my Father<br /> +(This Countries Patron) hath discours'd, is true.<br /> +Fellows in Arms: speak you, is't true?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It follows, that the blaze of my performance<br /> +Took light from what I saw him do: and thus<br /> +A City (though the flame be much more dreadfull)<br /> +May from a little spark be set on fire;<br /> +Of all what I have done, I shall give instance<br /> +Only in three main proofs of my desert.<br /> +First I sought out (but through how many dangers<br /> +My Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander,<br /> +The head of that huge body, whose proud weight<br /> +Our Land shrunk under, him I found and fought with,<br /> +Fought with, and slew. Fellows in Arms, speak you,<br /> +Is't true or not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>When he was faln,<br /> +The hearts of all our adversaries<br /> +Began to quail, till young <i>Fernando</i>, son<br /> +To the last Duke of <i>Venice</i> gather'd head,<br /> +And soon renew'd the field, by whose example<br /> +The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage<br /> +Had got the better of the day; our men<br /> +Supposing that their adversaries grew<br /> +Like <i>Hydra's</i> head, recoyle, and 'gan to flye:<br /> +I follow'd them; and what I said, they know;<br /> +The summe on't is; I call'd them back, new rankt them;<br /> +<a name="ref247-32"></a>Led on, they follow'd, shrunk not t[i]ll the end:<br /> +Fellows in Arms is't true, or no?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p>True, true.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Lastly, to finish all, there was but one,<br /> +The only great exploit; which was to take<br /> +<i>Fernando</i> prisoner, and that hand to hand<br /> +In single fight I did: my self without<br /> +The help of any arm, save the arm of Heaven.<br /> +Speak Souldiers, is it true, or no?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-248"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Behold my prisoner, Fathers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>This one man<br /> +Ruin'd our Army, and hath glorifi'd<br /> +<i>Crete</i> in her robes of mightiness and conquest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>We need not use long circumstance of words,<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> thou art conquerer: the Senate,<br /> +The souldiers, and thy valour have pronounc'd it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">All</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Make thy demand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<a name="ref248-11"></a>Please ye (my Lords) give leave<br /> +That I may part.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p> +<a name="ref248-13"></a>No <i>Cassilane</i>, the Court<br /> +Should therein be dishonour'd, do not imagin<br /> +We prize your presence at so slight a rate.<br /> +Demand, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Thus (my Lords) to witness<br /> +How far I am from arrogance, or thinking<br /> +I am more valiant, though more favour'd<br /> +Than my most matchless father, my demand is,<br /> +That for a lasting memorie of his name,<br /> +His deeds, his real, nay his royal worth,<br /> +You set up in your Capitol in Brass<br /> +My Fathers Statue, there to stand for ever<br /> +A Monument and Trophy of his victories,<br /> +With this Inscription to succeeding ages,<br /> +<i>Great</i> Cassilanes, <i>Patron of Candy's Peace</i>,<br /> +<i>Perpetual Triumpher</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>It is granted. What more?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>No more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>How Boy?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thou art immortal,<br /> +Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties<br /> +Of an unconquer'd minde.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My Prisoner, Lords,<br /> +To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender:<br /> +Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give<br /> +For largess to the Souldiers: the other half<br /> +To the erection of this monument.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ambitious villain.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-249"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thou art all un-imitable.<br /> +My Lords, to work a certain peace for <i>Candy</i><br /> +With <i>Venice</i>, use <i>Fernando</i> like a Prince;<br /> +His ransom I'le disburse what e're it be:<br /> +Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions<br /> +Of amitie shall be concluded on:<br /> +Are ye content?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We are, and ever rest<br /> +<a name="ref249-9"></a>Both friends and debters to your nobleness.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Souldiers attend me in the Market-place,<br /> +Fie thither send your largess.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Souldiers</p> +<i>Antinous, Antinous</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I have a sute too, Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Propose it, 'tis yours, if fit and just.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Let not my services,<br /> +My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse<br /> +To you, and to the State, be branded now<br /> +With Ignominy ne're to be forgotten:<br /> +Rear me no Monument, unless you mean<br /> +To have me fam'd a Coward, and be stamp'd so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>We understand you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Proud boy, thou dost,<br /> +And Tyrant-like insult'st upon my shame.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity,<br /> +What I did, was but only to inforce<br /> +The Senates gratitude. I now acknowledge it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy<br /> +Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours:<br /> +He knows no mention can of me be made,<br /> +But that it ever likewise must be told,<br /> +How I by him was master'd; and for surety<br /> +That all succeeding times may so report it,<br /> +He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs<br /> +Ingrav'd in Brass: hence, hence proceeds the falshood<br /> +Of his insinuating piety.<br /> +Thou art no child of mine: thee and thy bloud,<br /> +Here in the Capitol, before the Senate,<br /> +I utterly renounce: So thrift and fate<br /> +Confirm me; henceforth never see my face,<br /> +Be, as thou art, a villain to thy Father.<br /> +Lords I must crave your leaves: come, come <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Here's a strange high-born spirit.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>'Tis but heat<br /> +Of suddain present rage; I dare assure +<i>Antinous</i> of his favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I not doubt it,<br /> +He is both a good man, and a good Father.<br /> +I shall attend your Lordships.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Do <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes: feast thy Triumphs<br /> +With applause and pleasures.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>Lead on.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>. <i>Flor. Cornets</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I utterly renounce--'Twas so?<br /> +Was't not, my <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Pish, you know, my Lord,<br /> +Old men are cholerick.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And lastly parted<br /> +With, never henceforth see my face: O me,<br /> +How have I lost a Father? Such a Father!<br /> +Such a one <i>Decius</i>! I am miserable,<br /> +Beyond expression.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Fie, how unbecoming<br /> +This shews upon your day of fame!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>O mischief!<br /> +I must no more come near him; that I know,<br /> +And am assur'd on't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Say you do not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>True:<br /> +Put case I do not: what is <i>Candy</i> then<br /> +To lost <i>Antinous</i>? <i>Malta</i>, I resolve<br /> +To end my dayes in thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>How's that?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I'le trie<br /> +All humble means of being reconcil'd,<br /> +Which if deny'd, then I may justly say,<br /> +This day has prov'd my worst: <i>Decius</i>, my worst.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"> [<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-251"></a></span> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.2"></a>Actus Secundus</div> +<div class="acene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4544995"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Gaspero</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Now to what you have heard; as no man can<br /> +Better than I, give you her Character;<br /> +For I have been both nurs'd, and train'd up to<br /> +Her petulant humours, and been glad to bear them,<br /> +Her Brother, my late Master, did no less:<br /> +Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath<br /> +Made her believe that she is more than woman:<br /> +And as there did not want those flatterers<br /> +'Bout the worlds Conquerour, to make him think,<br /> +And did perswade him that he was a god;<br /> +So there be those base flies, that will not stick<br /> +To buzze into her ears she is an Angel,<br /> +And that the food she feeds on is <i>Ambrosia</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She should not touch it then, 'tis Poets fare.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I may take leave to say, she may as well<br /> +Determine of her self to be a goddess,<br /> +With lesser flatterie than he a god:<br /> +For she does conquer more, although not farther.<br /> +Every one looks on her, dyes in despair,<br /> +And would be glad to do it actually,<br /> +To have the next age tell how worthily,<br /> +And what good cause he had to perish so:<br /> +Here beauty is superlative, she knows it,<br /> +And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve,<br /> +But ought to perish, and to dye for her:<br /> +Many great Princes for her love have languish'd,<br /> +And given themselves a willing sacrifice,<br /> +Proud to have ended so: And now there is<br /> +<a name="ref251-31"></a>A Prince so madded in his own passions,<br /> +That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to,<br /> +And deems it happiness to be her slave.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You talk as if you meant to winde me in,<br /> +And make me of the number.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye<br /> +Shall plead for me: I tell you what she is,<br /> +What she expects, and what she will effect,<br /> +Unless you be the miracle of men,<br /> +That come with a purpose to behold,<br /> +And goe away your self.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me,<br /> +How is she stor'd with wit?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>As with beauty,<br /> +Infinite, and more to be admired at,<br /> +Than medled with.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters:<br /> +<a name="ref252-11"></a>And so boldly, so readily, as you would judge<br /> +It penn'd and studied.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Erota, Philander, Annophil, Hyparcha, Mochingo, <i>Attendants</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She comes.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I must leave you then,<br /> +But my best wishes shall remain with you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Still I must thank you.<br /> +This is the most passionate,<br /> +Most pitifull Prince,<br /> +Who in the Caldron of affections,<br /> +Looks as he had been par-boy'ld.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>If I offend with too much loving you,<br /> +It is a fault that I must still commit,<br /> +To make your mercy shine the more on me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You are the self-same creature you condemn,<br /> +Or else you durst not follow me with hope<br /> +That I can pity you, who am so far<br /> +From granting any comfort in this kind,<br /> +That you and all men else shall perish first:<br /> +I will live free and single, till I find<br /> +Something above a man to equal me;<br /> +Put all your brave <i>Heroes</i> into one,<br /> +Your Kings and Emperours, and let him come<br /> +In person of a man, and I should scorn him:<br /> +Must, and will scorn him.<br /> +The god of love himself hath lost his eyes,<br /> +His Bow and Torch extinguish'd, and the Poets<br /> +That made him first a god, have lost their fire<br /> +Since I appear'd, and from my eyes must steal it.<br /> +This I dare speak; and let me see the man,<br /> +Now I have spoke it, that doth, dare deny;<br /> +Nay, not believe it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>He is mad that does not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Have not all the nations of the Earth heard of me?<br /> +Most come to see me, and seeing me, return'd<br /> +<a name="ref253-8"></a>Full of my praises? teaching their Chroniclers<br /> +To make their Stories perfect? for where the name,<br /> +Merely the word of fair <i>Erota</i> stands,<br /> +It is a lasting History to time,<br /> +Begetting admiration in the men,<br /> +And in my own Sex envie: which glorie's lost,<br /> +When I shall stick my beautie in a cloud,<br /> +And clearly shine through it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>This woman's in the altitudes, and he must be<br /> +A good Astrologer shall know her Zodiack.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>For any man to think<br /> +Himself an able purchaser of you,<br /> +But in the bargain there must be declar'd<br /> +Infinite bounty: otherwise I vow,<br /> +By all that's excellent and gracious in you,<br /> +I would untenant every hope lodg'd in me,<br /> +And yield my self up loves, or your own Martyr.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>So you shall please us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O you cannot be<br /> +So heavenly, and so absolute in all things,<br /> +And yet retain such cruel tyranny.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I can, I do, I will.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She is in her<br /> +Moods, and her Tenses: I'le Grammer with you,<br /> +And make a trial how I can decline you:<br /> +By your leave (great Lady.)<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>What are you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>A man, a good man, that's a wealthy;<br /> +A Proper man, and a proud man too; one<br /> +That understands himself, and knows, unless<br /> +It be your self, no woman on the Universe deserves him.<br /> +Nay, Lady, I must tell you too withal,<br /> +I may make doubt of that, unless you paint<br /> +With better judgement next day than on this;<br /> +For (plain I must be with you) 'tis a dull Fucus.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Knows any one here what this fellow is?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Attendants</p>He is of <i>Venice</i> (Madam) a great Magnifico,<br /> +And gracious with the Senate.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let him keep then among them; what makes he here?<br /> +Here's state enough where I am: here's a do--<br /> +You, tell him, if he have ought with us, let him<br /> +Look lower, and give it in Petition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Mighty Magnifico, my Mistris bid me tell you,<br /> +If you have ought with her, you must look lower,<br /> +And yield it in Petition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Here is for thee a Ducket.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You say well Sir, take your own course.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I will not grace you<br /> +(Lady) so much as take you by the hand;<br /> +But when I shall vouchsafe to touch your lip,<br /> +It shall be through your Court a holy-day<br /> +Proclaimed for so high favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>This is some<br /> +Great mans Jester: Sirrah, begon, here is<br /> +No place to fool in.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Where are the fools you talk of?<br /> +I do keep two.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No question of it: for<br /> +In your self you do maintain an hundred.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And besides them I keep a noble train,<br /> +Statists, and men of aclion: my purse is large and deep,<br /> +Beyond the reach of riot to draw drie:<br /> +Fortune did vie with Nature, to bestow<br /> +(When I was born) her bountie equally:<br /> +'Tis not amiss you turn your eyes from me;<br /> +For should you stand and gaze me in the face,<br /> +<a name="ref254-34"></a>You perish would, like <i>Semele</i> by <i>Jove</i>:<br /> +In <i>Venice</i> at this instant there do lye<br /> +No less than threescore Ladies in their graves,<br /> +And in their Beds five hundred for my love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p> +<a name="ref254-38"></a>You lie more than they; yet it becomes him bravel[y];<br /> +Would I could walk and talk so! I'le endeavour it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, do you know me?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-255"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes, you were sister to the late Prince of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +Aunt to this young one: and I in <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +<a name="ref255-3"></a>Am born a Lord; equall to you in fortunes,<br /> +In shape; I'le say no more, but view.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>There needs no more be said, were I a woman--<br /> +O he does rarely: in shape; I'le say no more,<br /> +But view: who could say more, who better?<br /> +Man is no man, nor woman woman is,<br /> +Unless they have a pride like one of these.<br /> +How poor the Prince of <i>Cyprus</i> shews to him!<br /> +How poor another Lady unto her!<br /> +Carriage and State makes us seem demi-gods,<br /> +Humility, like beasts, worms of the Earth.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Antinous, <i>and</i> Decius.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Royal Lady, I kiss your hand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, I know you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>O my noble Brother, welcom from the wars.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Dear Sister.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Where is my Father, that you come without him?<br /> +We have news of your success: he has his health I hope?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Yes Sister, he has his health, but is not well.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p> +<a name="ref255-22"></a>How not well? what Riddles do yo[u] utter?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I'le tell you more in private.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Noble Sir,<br /> +I cannot be unmindfull of your merit,<br /> +Since I last heard it: you are a hopefull youth,<br /> +And (indeed) the Soul of <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +I must speak my thoughts.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>The Prince of <i>Cyprus</i> Brother, good <i>Decius</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am his Servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>You are the Patron of your Countrie, Sir,<br /> +So your unimitable deeds proclaim you,<br /> +It is no language of my own, but all mens.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your Enemies must needs acknowledge it:<br /> +Then do not think it flatterie in your friends,<br /> +For if they had a heart, they could not want a tongue.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Is this your Brother <i>Annophil</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Yes Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Your name's <i>Antinous</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-256"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am (Lady) that most unfortunate man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>How unfortunate? are you not the Souldier,<br /> +The Captain of those Captains, that did bring<br /> +Conquest and Victory home along with you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I had some share in't; but was the least<br /> +Of the least worthy.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O Sir, in your modesty you'ld make<br /> +A double Conquest: I was an ear-witness<br /> +When this young man spoke lesser than he acted,<br /> +And had the Souldiers voice to help him out:<br /> +But that the Law compell'd him for his honour,<br /> +To inforce him make a claim for his reward,<br /> +I well perceive he would have stood the man<br /> +That he does now, buried his worth in silence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you,<br /> +And find more in you than he can relate:<br /> +You shall attend on me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, your pardon.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Deny it not Sir, for it is more honour<br /> +Than you have gotten i'th' field: for know you shall,<br /> +Upon <i>Erota's</i> asking, serve <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I may want answers, Lady,<br /> +But never want a will to do you service.<br /> +I came here to my Sister, to take leave,<br /> +Having enjoyn'd my self to banishment,<br /> +For some cause that hereafter you may hear,<br /> +And wish with me I had not the occasion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>There shall be no occasion to divide us:<br /> +Dear Madam for my sake use your power,<br /> +Even for the service that he ought to owe,<br /> +Must, and does owe to you, his friends, and country.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Upon your Loyalty to the state and me,<br /> +I do command you Sir, not depart Candy:<br /> +Am I not your Princess?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You are a great Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Then shew your self a Servant and a Subject.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am your vassal.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You are a Coward; I that dare not fight,<br /> +Scorn to be vassail to any Prince in <i>Europe</i>:<br /> +Great is my heart with pride, which I'le encrease<br /> +When they are gone, with practise on my Vassals.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Attendants</p>The noble <i>Cassilane</i> is come to see you Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>There's comfort in those words, <i>Antinous</i>:<br /> +For here's the place, and persons that have power,<br /> +To reconcile you to his love again.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>That were a fortunate meeting.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, <i>and</i> Arcanes.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Greatness still wait you Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Good <i>Cassilane</i>, we do maintain our greatness,<br /> +Through your valour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My prayers pull daily blessings on thy head,<br /> +My un-offending child, my <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +Good Prince, worthy <i>Gonzalo</i>! ha? art thou here<br /> +Before me? in every action art thou ambitious?<br /> +My duty (Lady) first offered here,<br /> +And love to thee (my child) though he out-strip me;<br /> +Thus in the wars he got the start on me,<br /> +By being forward, but performing less;<br /> +All the endeavours of my life are lost,<br /> +And thrown upon that evil of mine own<br /> +Cursed begetting, whom I shame to father.<br /> +O that the heat thou rob'dst me of, had burnt<br /> +Within my Entrails, and begot a feaver,<br /> +Or some worse sickness, for thou art a disease<br /> +Sharper than any Physick gives a name to.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Why do you say so?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O <i>Annophil</i>; there is good cause my girle:<br /> +He has plaid the thief with me, and filch'd away<br /> +The richest jewel of my life, my honour,<br /> +Wearing it publickly with that applause,<br /> +As if he justly did inherit it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Would I had in my Infancy been laid<br /> +<a name="ref257-33"></a>Within my grave, covered with your blessings rather<br /> +<a name="ref257-34"></a>Than grown up to a man, to meet your curses.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O that thou hadst.<br /> +Then I had been the Father of a child,<br /> +<a name="ref257-37"></a>Dearer than thou wert ever unto me,<br /> +When hope perswaded me I had begot<br /> +Another self in thee: Out of mine eyes,<br /> +As far as I have thrown thee from my heart,<br /> +That I may live and dye forgetting thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>How has he deserv'd this untam'd anger,<br /> +That when he might have ask't for his reward<br /> +Some honour for himself, or mass of pelf,<br /> +He only did request to have erected<br /> +Your Statue in the Capitol, with Titles<br /> +Ingrav'd upon't, The Patron of his Countrey?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>That, that's the poison in the gilded cup,<br /> +The Serpent in the flowers, that stings my honour,<br /> +And leaves me dead in fame: Gods do a justice,<br /> +And rip his bosom up, that men may see,<br /> +Seeing, believe the subtle practises<br /> +Written within his heart: But I am heated,<br /> +And do forget this presence, and my self.<br /> +Your pardon, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You should not ask, 'less you knew how to give.<br /> +For my sake <i>Cassilane</i>, cast out of your thoughts<br /> +All ill conceptions of your worthy son,<br /> +That (questionless) has ignorantly offended,<br /> +Declared in his penitence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Bid me dye, Lady, for your sake I'le do it;<br /> +But that you'l say is nothing, for a man<br /> +That has out-liv'd his honour: But command me<br /> +In any thing save that, and <i>Cassilane</i><br /> +Shall ever be your servant. Come <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +(My joy in this world) thou shalt live with me,<br /> +(Retired in some solitarie nook,)<br /> +The comfort of my age; my dayes are short,<br /> +And ought to be well spent: and I desire<br /> +No other witness of them but thy self,<br /> +And good <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I shall obey you Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Noble Sir:<br /> +If you taste any want of worldly means,<br /> +Let not that discontent you: know me your friend,<br /> +That hath, and can supply you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Sir, I am too much bound to you already,<br /> +And 'tis not of my cares the least, to give you<br /> +Fair satisfaction.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-259"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You may imagine I do speak to that end,<br /> +But trust me, 'tis to make you bolder with me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Sir, I thank you, and may make trial of you,<br /> +Mean time my service.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Brother be comforted; so long as I continue<br /> +Within my Fathers love, you cannot long<br /> +Stand out an Exile: I must goe live with him,<br /> +And I will prove so good an Orator<br /> +In your behalf, that you again shall gain him,<br /> +Or I will stir in him another anger,<br /> +And be lost with you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Better I were neglected: for he is hasty,<br /> +And through the Choler that abounds in him,<br /> +(Which for the time divides from him his judgement)<br /> +He may cast you off, and with you his life;<br /> +For grief will straight surprize him, and that way<br /> +Must be his death: the sword has try'd too often,<br /> +And all the deadly Instruments of war<br /> +Have aim'd at his great heart, but ne're could touch it:<br /> +Yet not a limb about him wants a scar.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Madam my duty--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will you be gone?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I must, Lady, but I shall be ready,<br /> +When you are pleas'd command me, for your service.<br /> +Excellent Prince--To all my heartie love,<br /> +And a good Farewel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Thanks honest <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Come <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Shall I not wait upon you Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>From hence you shall not stir a foot:<br /> +Loving <i>Gonzalo</i>, it must be all my study<br /> +To requite you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref259-33"></a>If I may be so fortunate to deserve<br /> +The name of friend from you, I have enough.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>You are so, and you have made your self so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I will then preserve it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> you are my servant, are you not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It hath pleased you so to grace me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Why are you then dejected? you will say,<br /> +You have lost a father; but you have found a Mistris<br /> +Doubles that loss: be master of your spirit;<br /> +You have a cause for it, which is my favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will no man ease me of this fool?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your fellow.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> wait upon us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I shall Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Nay but Ladie, Ladie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sir, you are rude: and if you be the Master<br /> +Of such means as you do talk of, you should<br /> +Learn good manners.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O Lady, you can find a fault in me,<br /> +But not perceive it in your self: you must, shall hear me:<br /> +I love you for your pride, 'tis the best vertue<br /> +In you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I could hang this fellow now: by whom<br /> +Are you supported, that you dare do this?<br /> +Have you not example here in a Prince<br /> +Transcending you in all things, yet bears himself<br /> +As doth become a man had seen my beautie?<br /> +Back to your Country, and your Curtizans,<br /> +Where you may be admired for your wealth,<br /> +Which being consum'd, may be a means to gain you<br /> +The opinion of some wit. Here's nothing<br /> +To be got but scorn, and loss of time.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Which are things I delight in.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i> follow me.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"><i>[Exit.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>She is vext to the soul.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Let her be vext, 'tis fit she should be so:<br /> +Give me thy hand <i>Gonzalo</i>, thou art in our favour,<br /> +For we do love to cherish lofty spirits,<br /> +<a name="ref260-32"></a>Such as percusse the Earth, and bound<br /> +With an erected countenance to the clouds.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'S-foot, what thing is this?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>I do love fire-works, because they mount:<br /> +An Exhalation I profess to adore,<br /> +Beyond a fixed star, 'tis more illustrious,<br /> +As every thing rais'd out of smoak is so:<br /> +Their vertue is in action: what do you think of me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Troth Sir,<br /> +You are beyond my ghess, I know you not.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Do you know your self?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Why you and I are one: I am proud, and<br /> +Very proud too, that I must tell you; I saw<br /> +It did become you, cousin <i>Gonzalo</i>, prethee<br /> +Let it be so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Let it be so good cousin.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>I am no great ones fool.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I hope so, for alliance sake.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Yet I do serve the Mighty, Monstrous, and Magnanimous<br /> +Invincible <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O good cousin, now I have you: I'le meet you in your Coat.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Coat? I have my horse-mans coat I must confess<br /> +Lin'd through with Velvet, and a Scarlet out-side;<br /> +If you'll meet me in't, I'le send for't;<br /> +And cousin you shall see me with much comfort,<br /> +For it is both a new one, and a right one,<br /> +It did not come collateral.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Adieu good cousin; at this present I have some business.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Farewel, excellent cousin.<br /> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.3"></a>Actus Tertius</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4551178"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Fernando.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Candy</i>, I say, is lost already.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Yes,<br /> +If to be conqueror be to be lost.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You have it; one days conquest hath undone them.<br /> +And sold them to their vassalage; for what<br /> +Have I else toyl'd my brains, profusely emptied<br /> +My moneys, but to make them slaves to <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +That so in case the sword did lose his edge,<br /> +Then art might sharpen hers?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i> how?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Fernando</i> thus: you see how through this Land,<br /> +Both of the best and basest I am honour'd;<br /> +I only gave the State of <i>Venice</i> notice,<br /> +When, where, and how to land, or you had found<br /> +A better entertainment: I was he<br /> +Encourag'd young <i>Antinous</i> to affront<br /> +The Devil his Father: for the Devil I think<br /> +Dares not do more in battel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>But why did ye?<br /> +I find no such great policie in that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Indeed <i>Fernando</i>, thou canst fight, not plot:<br /> +Had they continu'd one, they two alone<br /> +Were of sufficient courage and performance<br /> +To beat an Armie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Now by all my hopes,<br /> +I rather shall admire, than envy vertue.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why then by all your hopes you'l rather have<br /> +Your Brains knockt out, than learn how to be wise;<br /> +You States-man? Well Sir, I did more than this,<br /> +When <i>Cassilane</i> crav'd from the common treasure<br /> +Pay for his Souldiers, I strook home, and lent him<br /> +An hundred thousand Duckets.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Marry Sir,<br /> +<a name="ref262-20"></a>The policy was little, the love l[e]ss,<br /> +And honesty least of all.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>How say ye by that?<br /> +Go fight, I say goe fight, I'le talk no more with you,<br /> +You are insensible.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p> +<a name="ref262-25"></a>Well, I shall observe ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why look you Sir, by this means have I got<br /> +The greatest part of <i>Cassilanes</i> estate<br /> +Into my hands, which he can ne're redeem,<br /> +But must of force sink: do you conceive me now?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>So:<br /> +But why have you importuned the Senate,<br /> +For me to sojourn with them?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>There's the quintessence,<br /> +The soul, and grand elixir of my wit:<br /> +For he (according to his noble nature)<br /> +Will not be known to want, though he do want,<br /> +And will be bankrupted so much the sooner,<br /> +And made the subject of our scorn and laughter.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Here's a perfect plotted stratagem.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why? could you<br /> +Imagine, that I did not hate in heart<br /> +My Countryes enemies? yes, yes, <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +And I will be the man that shall undoe them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Ye are in a ready way.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I was never out on't.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Peace,<br /> +Here comes a wise Coxcombe, a tame Coward.<br /> +Now worthy <i>Gaspero</i>, what,<br /> +You come (I know) to be my Lord <i>Fernando</i>'s<br /> +Conducter to old <i>Cassilane</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>To wait upon him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And my Lords the Senators sent you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My noble Lord they did.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>My Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him)<br /> +Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word,<br /> +'Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser<br /> +Than honest, nor more honest than approv'd<br /> +In truth and faith.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You may be bold<br /> +To trust him with your bosom, he'l not deceive<br /> +If you relie upon him once.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">[Fernando]</p>Your name is <i>Gaspero</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Go commend me<br /> +(Right honest <i>Gaspero</i>) commend me heartily<br /> +To noble <i>Cassilane</i>, tell him my love<br /> +Is vow'd to him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>I shall.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I know you will.<br /> +My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, you are now my guide.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right"><i>[Exit.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Thus my designs<br /> +Run uncontroul'd; yet <i>Venice</i> though I be<br /> +Intelligencer to thee, in my brain<br /> +Are other large Projects: for if proud <i>Erota</i><br /> +Bend to my lure, I will be <i>Candy's</i> King,<br /> +And Duke of <i>Venice</i> too. Ha? <i>Venice</i> too?<br /> +O 'twas prettily shov'd in: why not? <i>Erota</i><br /> +May in her love seal all sure: if she swallow<br /> +The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet <i>Candy</i><br /> +Despight of all her power shall be ruin'd.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, Arcanes, <i>and</i> Annophel</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Urge me no farther <i>Annopbel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy;<br /> +For though 'tis true, this solitary life<br /> +Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child,<br /> +Yet 'tis the sweetest Guardian to protect<br /> +Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady<br /> +Tender and delicate in years and graces,<br /> +That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure,<br /> +Is ship-wrackt on the shore; for 'tis much safer<br /> +To trust the Ocean in a leaking ship,<br /> +Than follow greatness in the wanton rites<br /> +Of luxurie and sloth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My wishes Sir,<br /> +Have never soar'd a higher flight, than truly<br /> +To find occasion wherein I might witness<br /> +My duty and obedience.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well said,<br /> +Canst thou forbear to laugh <i>Arcanes</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>To look upon my beggerie, to look upon<br /> +My patience in my beggerie: Tell me,<br /> +Does it shew handsom? bravely?<br /> +Handsom? thou wilt flatter me,<br /> +And swear that I am miserable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Nothing<br /> +More glorifies the noble, and the valiant,<br /> +Than to despise contempt: if you continue<br /> +But to enjoy your self, you in your self<br /> +Enjoy all store besides.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>An excellent change:<br /> +I that some seven Apprentice-ships commanded<br /> +A hundred Ministers, that waited on<br /> +My nod, and sometimes twenty thousand souldiers,<br /> +Am now retir'd, attended in my age<br /> +By one poor maid, follow'd by one old man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, you are lower in your own repute<br /> +Than you have reason for.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The <i>Roman</i> Captains,<br /> +I mean the best, such as with their blouds<br /> +Purchas'd their Countreys peace, the Empires glorie,<br /> +Were glad at last to get them to some Farmes,<br /> +Off-from the clamours of the ingratefull great ones,<br /> +And the unsteady multitude, to live<br /> +As I do now, and 'twas their blessing too,<br /> +Let it be ours <i>Arcanes</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>I cannot but<br /> +Applaud your scorn of injuries.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Of injuries?<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i>, <i>Annophel</i>, lend both your hands.<br /> +So, what say ye now?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why now my Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I swear<br /> +By all my past prosperities; thus standing<br /> +Between you two, I think my self as great,<br /> +As mighty, as if in the Capitol<br /> +I stood amidst the Senators, with all<br /> +The <i>Cretan</i> subjects prostrate at my feet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir, you are here more safe.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>And more beloved:<br /> +Why look ye Sirs, I can forget the weakness<br /> +Of the traduced Souldiers, the negleft<br /> +Of the fair-spoken Senate, the impietie<br /> +Of him, the villain, whom (to my dishonour)<br /> +The World miscalls my son.<br /> +But by the--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, remember that you promis'd no occasion<br /> +Should move your patience.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Thou do'st chide me friendly,<br /> +He shall not have the honour to be thought upon<br /> +Amongst us.<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> a Servant.</p> +Now? the news?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-266"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Servant</p>The Secretarie,<br /> +With the <i>Venetian</i> prisoner, desire<br /> +Admittance to your Lordship.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>How? to me?<br /> +What mysterie is this? <i>Arcanes</i> can they,<br /> +Thinkst thou, mean any good?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>My Lord, they dare not<br /> +Intend ought else but good.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis true, they dare not;<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> welcom them: Come hither <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +Stand close to me, we'l change our affability<br /> +Into a form of State: and they shall know<br /> +Our heart is still our own.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Arcanes, Fernando, <i>and</i> Gaspero.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>My Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<a name="ref266-16"></a><p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +I know them both: <i>Fernando</i>, as you are<br /> +A man of greatness, I should under-value<br /> +The right my sword hath fought for, to observe<br /> +Low-fawning complements, but as you are<br /> +A Captive and a stranger, I can love you,<br /> +And must be kind. You are welcom.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>'Tis the all<br /> +Of my ambition.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>And for proof how much<br /> +He truly honours your heroick vertues,<br /> +The Senate on his importunity,<br /> +Commend him to your Lordships guard.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>For what?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>During the time of his abode in <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +To be your houshold guest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Wherein my Lord,<br /> +You shall more make me debtor to your nobleness,<br /> +Than if you had return'd me without ransom.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Are you in earnest Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My sute to the Senate<br /> +Shall best resolve you that.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Come hither Secretarie,<br /> +Look that this be no trick now put upon me:<br /> +For if it be--Sirrah--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>As I have troth<br /> +(My Lord) it only is a favour granted<br /> +Upon <i>Fernando's</i> motion, from himself:<br /> +Your Lordship must conceive, I'de not partake<br /> +Ought, but what should concern your honour; Who<br /> +Has been the prop, our Countries shield, and safety,<br /> +But the renowned <i>Cassilane</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Applause?<br /> +Is <i>Gaspero</i>--puff--nothing--why, young Lord,<br /> +Would you so much be sequester'd from those<br /> +That are the blazing Comets of the time,<br /> +To live a solitary life with me?<br /> +A man forsaken? all my hospitality<br /> +Is now contracted to a few; these two,<br /> +<a name="ref267-16"></a>The tempest-wearied Souldier, and this Virgin;<br /> +We cannot feast your eyes with Masques and Revels,<br /> +Or Courtly Anticks; the sad Sports we riot in,<br /> +Are tales of foughten fields, of Martial scars,<br /> +And things done long ago, when men of courage<br /> +Were held the best, not those well-spoken Youths,<br /> +Who only carry Conquest in their tongues:<br /> +Now stories of this nature are unseasonable<br /> +To entertain a great Duke's Son with.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Herein<br /> +Shall my Captivity be made my happiness,<br /> +Since what I lose in freedom, I regain<br /> +(With int'rest) by conversing with a Souldier,<br /> +So matchless for experience, as great <i>Cassilane</i>:<br /> +<a name="ref267-30"></a>'Pray Sir, admit me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>If you, come to mock me,<br /> +I shall be angry.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>By the love I bear<br /> +To goodness, my intents are honourable.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Then in a word, my Lord, your visitations<br /> +Shall find all due respect: but I am now<br /> +Grown old, and have forgot to be an Host;<br /> +Come when you please, you are welcome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, I thank you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Good Sir, be not too urgent; for my Father<br /> +Will soon be mov'd: yet, in a noble way<br /> +Of courtesie, he is as easily conquer'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Lady, your words are like your beauty, powerful;<br /> +I shall not strive more how to do him service<br /> +Than how to be your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>She's my Daughter,<br /> +And does command this House.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>So I conceive her.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Do you hear?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My honour'd Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Commend me to them:<br /> +Tell 'em I thank them.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Whom, my Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The Senate;<br /> +Why, how come you so dull? O they are gracious,<br /> +And infinitely grateful--Thou art eloquent,<br /> +Speak modestly in mentioning my services;<br /> +And if ought fall out in the By, that must<br /> +Of meer necessity touch any act<br /> +Of my deserving praises, blush when you talk on't,<br /> +Twill make them blush to hear on't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Why, my Lord--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Nay, nay, you are too wise now; good, observe me.<br /> +I do not rail against the hopeful Springall,<br /> +That builds up Monuments in Brass; rears Trophies<br /> +With Mottoes and Inscriptions, quaint devices<br /> +Of Poetry and Fiction; let's be quiet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You must not cross him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Not for <i>Candy</i>'s Wealth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>You shall for ever make me yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>'Twere pity to double your Captivity.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Who's here, <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Decius</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Ha! <i>Decius</i>? who nam'd <i>Decius</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My duty to your Lordship, I am bold,<br /> +Presuming on your noble, and known goodness<br /> +To--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Present you with this--<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-269"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Letter?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Yes, my honour'd Lord.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>From whom?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p> +<a name="ref269-4"></a>'Please you peruse<br /> +The inside, and you shall find a name subscrib'd,<br /> +In such humility, in such obedience,<br /> +That you your self will judge it tyranny<br /> +Not to receive it favourably.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Hey-day!<br /> +Good words my Masters: this is Court-infection,<br /> +And none but Cowards ply them: tell me, <i>Decius</i>,<br /> +Without more circumstance, who is the Sender?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p> +<a name="ref269-13"></a>Your most griev'd Son, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>On my life<br /> +A Challenge; speak, as thou art worthy, speak;<br /> +I'll answer't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Honour'd Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>No honour'd Sirs--<br /> +Fool your young Idol with such pompous Attributes.<br /> +Say briefly, what contains it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis a lowly<br /> +Petition for your favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Rash young man,<br /> +But that thou art under my own roof, and know'st<br /> +I dare not any way infringe the Laws<br /> +Of Hospitality, thou should'st repent<br /> +Thy bold and rude intrusion. But presume not<br /> +Again to shew thy Letter, for thy life;<br /> +<i>Decius</i>, not for thy life.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Nay then, (my Lord)<br /> +I can with-hold no longer; you are too rough,<br /> +And wrestle against nature with a violence<br /> +More than becomes a Father; wherein would ye<br /> +Come nearer to the likeness of God,<br /> +Than in your being entreated? Let not thirst<br /> +Of Honour, make you quite forget you are<br /> +A Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comforts<br /> +A Father.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>If a memory remain<br /> +Of my departed Mother; if the purity<br /> +Of her unblemish'd faith deserve to live<br /> +In your remembrance, let me yet by these<br /> +Awake your love to my uncomforted Brother.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>I am a Stranger, but so much I tender<br /> +Your Sons desertful Vertues, that I vow<br /> +His Sword ne'r conquer'd me so absolutely,<br /> +As shall your courtesie, if you vouchsafe<br /> +At all our instances, to new receive him<br /> +Into your wonted favour.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Sir, you cannot<br /> +Require more low submission.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Am I not<br /> +Grown vile yet in your eyes? then by the name<br /> +Of Father, let me once more sue for him,<br /> +Who is the only now remaining Branch<br /> +With me, of that most ancient root, whose Body<br /> +You are, dear Sir.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well, an host of furies<br /> +Could not have baited me more torturingly,<br /> +More rudely, or more most unnaturally.<br /> +<i>Decius</i>, I say, let me no more hear from him;<br /> +For this time go thou hence, and know from me<br /> +Thou art beholding to me that I have not<br /> +Kill'd thee already, look to't next, look to't.<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> fie, fie <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>He's gone;<br /> +Chaf'd beyond sufferance; we must follow him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Lady, this Letter is to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Come with me,<br /> +<a name="ref270-30"></a>For we must speak in private; 'please you, Sir,<br /> +To see what entertainment our sad house<br /> +Can yield?<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>I shall attend you, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>How do you like<br /> +To sojourn here, my Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>More than to feast<br /> +With all the Princes of the Earth besides:<br /> +<i>Gonzalo</i> told me that thou wert honest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Yes Sir,<br /> +And you shall find it.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-271"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Shall I?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>All my follies<br /> +Be else recorded to my shame.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Enough,<br /> +My heart is here for ever lodg'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>The place admits no time to utter all,<br /> +But <i>Gaspero</i> if thou wilt prove my friend,<br /> +I'll say thou art--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Your Servant; I conceive ye,<br /> +We'll chuse some fitter leisure.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Never man<br /> +Was (in a moment) or more bless'd or wretched.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha (<i>placing two Chairs</i>) Antinous, <i>and</i> Erota.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Leave us.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I shall.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, sit down.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I say sit down, I do command you sit;<br /> +<a name="ref271-21"></a>For look what honour thou dost gain by me,<br /> +<a name="ref271-22"></a>I cannot lose it: happy <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +The graces and the higher Deities<br /> +Smil'd at thy Birth, and still continue it:<br /> +Then think that I (who scorn lesser examples)<br /> +Must do the like: such as do taste my power,<br /> +And talk of it with fear and reverence,<br /> +Shall do the same unto the man I favour.<br /> +I tell thee Youth, thou hast a conquest won,<br /> +Since thou cam'st home, greater than that last,<br /> +Which dignified thy Fame, greater than if<br /> +Thou should'st go out again, and conquer farther;<br /> +For I am not ashamed to acknowledge<br /> +My self subdued by thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Great Lady--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Sit still, I will not hear thee else; now speak,<br /> +And speak like my <i>Antinous</i>, like my Souldier,<br /> +Whom <i>Cupid</i>, and not <i>Mars</i> hath sent to Battel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I must (I see) be silent.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-272"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>So thou maist;<br /> +There's greater action in it than in clamour,<br /> +A look (if it be gracious) will begin the War,<br /> +A word conclude it; then prove no Coward,<br /> +Since thou hast such a friendly enemy,<br /> +That teaches thee to conquer.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You do amaze me, Madam,<br /> +I have no skill, no practice in this War,<br /> +And whether you be serious, or please<br /> +To make your sport on a dejected man,<br /> +I cannot rightly guess; but be it as it will,<br /> +It is a like unhappiness to me:<br /> +<a name="ref272-13"></a>My discontents bear those conditions in them,<br /> +And lay me out so wretched, no designs<br /> +(However truly promising a good)<br /> +Can make me relish ought but a sweet-bitter<br /> +<a name="ref272-17"></a>Voluntary Exile.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Why an Exile?<br /> +What comfort can there be in those Companions<br /> +Which sad thoughts bring along with?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p> +<a name="ref272-22"></a>Madam.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Musick</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Whence comes this well tun'd sound?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I know not, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Listen Wench;<br /> +What ever friendly hands they are that send it,<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Song.</i></p> +Let 'em play on; they are Masters of their faculty:<br /> +Doth it please you, Sir?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>According to the time.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Go to 'em, Wench,<br /> +And tell 'em, we shall thank 'em; for they have kept<br /> +As good time to our disposition, as to their instruments;<br /> +Unless <i>Antinous</i> shall say he loves,<br /> +There never can be sweeter accents utter'd.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Philander.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Let then the heart that did employ those hands,<br /> +Receive some small share of your thanks with them,<br /> +'Tis happiness enough that you did like it;<br /> +A fortune unto me, that I should send it<br /> +In such a lucky minute; but to obtain<br /> +So gracious welcome did exceed my hopes.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref273-4"></a>Good Prince, I thank you for't.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O Madam, pour not (too fast) joys on me,<br /> +But sprinkle 'em so gently I may stand 'em;<br /> +It is enough at first, you have laid aside<br /> +Those cruel angry looks out of your eyes,<br /> +With which (as with your lovely) you did strike<br /> +All your Beholders in an Ecstasie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Philander</i>, you have long profest to love me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Have I but profest it, Madam?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Nay, but hear me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>More attentively than to an Oracle.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>And I will speak more truly, if more can be;<br /> +Nor shall my language be wrapt up in Riddles,<br /> +But plain as truth it self; I love this Gentleman,<br /> +<a name="ref273-18"></a>Whose grief has made him so uncapable<br /> +Of Love, he will not hear, at least not understand it.<br /> +I, that have lookt with scornful eyes on thee,<br /> +And other Princes, mighty in their states,<br /> +And in their friends as fortunate, have now pray'd,<br /> +In a petitionary kind almost,<br /> +<a name="ref273-24"></a>This man, this well-deserving man, (that I must say)<br /> +To look upon this beauty, yet you see<br /> +He casts his eyes rather upon the ground,<br /> +Than he will turn 'em this way; <i>Philander</i>,<br /> +You look pale; I'll talk no more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Pray go forward; I would be your Martyr,<br /> +To dye thus, were immortally to live.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Will you go to him then, and speak for me?<br /> +You have loved longer, but not ferventer,<br /> +Know how to speak, for you have done it like<br /> +An Orator, even for your self; then how will you for me<br /> +Whom you profess to love above your self.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>The Curses of Dissemblers follow me<br /> +Unto my Grave, and if I do not so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You may (as all men do) speak boldlier, better<br /> +In their friends cause still, than in your own;<br /> +But speak your utmost, yet you cannot feign,<br /> +I will stand by, and blush to witness it.<br /> +Tell him, since I beheld him, I have lost<br /> +The happiness of this life, food, and rest;<br /> +A quiet bosome, and the state I went with.<br /> +Tell him how he has humbled the proud,<br /> +And made the living but a dead <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +Tell him withal, that she is better pleas'd<br /> +With thinking on him, than enjoying these.<br /> +Tell him--<i>Philander</i>, Prince; I talk in vain<br /> +To you, you do not mark me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Indeed I do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>But thou dost look so pale,<br /> +As thou wilt spoil the story in relating.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Not, if I can but live to tell it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>It may be you have not the heart.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>I have a will I am sure how e'r my heart<br /> +May play the Coward, but if you please, I'll try.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>If a kiss will strengthen thee, I give you leave<br /> +To challenge it, nay, I will give it you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O that a man should taste such heavenly bliss,<br /> +And be enjoyn'd to beg it for another!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Alas, it is a misery I grieve<br /> +To put you to, and I will suffer rather<br /> +In his tyranny, than thou in mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Nay Madam, since I cannot have your love,<br /> +I will endeavour to deserve your pity;<br /> +For I had rather have within the grave<br /> +Your love, than you should want it upon earth.<br /> +But how can I hope, with a feeble tongue<br /> +To instruct him in the rudiments of love,<br /> +When your most powerful Beauty cannot work it?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Do what thou wilt (<i>Philander</i>) the request<br /> +Is so unreasonable, that I quit thee of it.<br /> +I desire now no more but the true patience,<br /> +And fortitude of Lovers, with those helps<br /> +Of sighs and tears, which I think is all the Physick--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O if he did but hear you 'twere enough;<br /> +<a name="ref274-38"></a>And I will 'wake him from his Apoplexie.<br /> +<i>Antinous.</i><br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>My Lord?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-275"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p> +<a name="ref275-1"></a>Nay, 'pray,<br /> +No courtesie to me, you are my Lord,<br /> +(Indeed you are) for you command her heart<br /> +That commands mine; nor can you want to know it.<br /> +For look you, she that told it you in words,<br /> +Explains it now more passionately in tears;<br /> +Either thou hast no heart, or a marble one,<br /> +If those drops cannot melt it; prithee look up<br /> +And see how sorrow sits within her eyes,<br /> +And love the grief she goes with (if not her)<br /> +Of which thou art the Parent; and never yet<br /> +Was there (by Nature) that thing made so stony<br /> +But it would love what ever it begot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>He that begot me did beget these cares<br /> +Which are good issues, though happily by him<br /> +Esteemed Monsters: Nay, the ill-judging World<br /> +Is likely enough to give them those Characters.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What's this to love, and to the Lady? he's old,<br /> +Wrathful, perverse, self-will'd, and full of anger,<br /> +Which are his faults; but let them not be thine;<br /> +He thrusts you from his love, she pulls thee on;<br /> +He doubts your Vertues, she doth double them;<br /> +<a name="ref275-23"></a>O either use thine own eyes, or take mine,<br /> +And with them my heart, then thou wilt love her,<br /> +Nay, dote upon her more than on thy duty,<br /> +And men will praise thee equally for it,<br /> +Neglecting her, condemn thee as a man<br /> +Unworthy such a fortune: O <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +'Tis not the friendship that I bear to thee,<br /> +But her command, that makes me utter this;<br /> +And when I have prevail'd, let her but say,<br /> +<i>Philander</i>, you must dye or this is nothing,<br /> +It shall be done together with a breath,<br /> +With the same willingness I live to serve her.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No more, <i>Philander</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>All I have done, is little yet to purpose,<br /> +But ere I leave him I will perceive him blush;<br /> +And make him feel the passions that I do,<br /> +And every true Lover will assist me in't,<br /> +And lend me their sad sighs to blow it home,<br /> +For <i>Cupid</i> wants a Dart to wound this bosome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>No more, no more, <i>Philander</i>, I can endure no more,<br /> +Pray let him go; go good <i>Antinous</i>, make peace<br /> +With your own mind, no matter though I perish.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.4"></a>Actus Quartus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4561963"></a>Scena Prima</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha, <i>and</i> Mochingo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I Cannot help it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Nor do I require it,<br /> +The malady needs no Physician,<br /> +Help hospital people.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I am glad to hear<br /> +You are so valiant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Valiant?<br /> +Can any man be proud that is not valiant?<br /> +Foolish Woman, what would'st thou say? thou--<br /> +know not what to call thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>I can you,<br /> +For I can call you Coxcomb, Ass, and Puppy.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>You do doe it, I thank you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>That you'll lose a Fortune,<br /> +Which a Cobler better deserves than thou dost.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Mochingo</p>Do not provoke my magnanimity,<br /> +For when I am incens'd I am insensible,<br /> +Go tell thy Lady, that hath sent me word<br /> +She will discard me, that I discard her,<br /> +And throw a scorn upon her, which I would not,<br /> +But that she does me wrong.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Erota, <i>and</i> Antinous.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Do you not glory in your Conquest more,<br /> +To take some great man Prisoner, than to kill him?<br /> +And shall a Lady find less mercy from you,<br /> +That yields her self your Captive, and for her Ransome,<br /> +Will give the Jewel of her life, her heart,<br /> +Which she hath lockt from all men but thy self?<br /> +For shame (<i>Antinous</i>) throw this dulness off;<br /> +Art thou a man no where but in the field?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-277"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>He must hear Drums, and Trumpets ere he sleeps,<br /> +And at this instant dreams he's in his Armour;<br /> +These iron-hearted Souldiers are so cold,<br /> +Till they be beaten to a Womans Arms,<br /> +And then they love 'em better than their own;<br /> +No Fort can hold them out.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p> +<a name="ref277-7"></a>What pity it is (Madam) that your self,<br /> +Who are all Excellence, should become so wretched,<br /> +To think on such a Wretch as Grief hath made me!<br /> +Seldome despairing men look up to Heaven,<br /> +Although it still speak to 'em in its Glories;<br /> +For when sad thoughts perplex the mind of man,<br /> +There is a Plummet in the heart that weighs,<br /> +And pulls us (living) to the dust we came from;<br /> +Did you but see the miseries you pursue,<br /> +(As I the happiness that I avoid<br /> +That doubles my afflictions) you would flye<br /> +Unto some Wilderness, or to your Grave,<br /> +And there find better Comforts than in me,<br /> +For Love and Cares can never dwell together.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>They should,<br /> +If thou hadst but my Love and I thy Cares.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What wild Beast in the Desart but would be<br /> +Taught by this Tongue to leave his Cruelty,<br /> +Though all the beauties of the face were vail'd!<br /> +But I am savager than any Beast,<br /> +<a name="ref277-27"></a>And shall be so till <i>Decius</i> does arrive,<br /> +Whom with so much submission I have sent<br /> +Under my hand, that if he do not bring<br /> +His Benediction back, he must to me<br /> +<a name="ref277-31"></a>Be much more cruel than I to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Is't but your Fathers pardon you desire?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>With his love, and then nothing next that, like yours.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Decius</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Decius</i> is come.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>O welcome Friend; if I apprehend not<br /> +Too much of joy, there's comfort in thy looks.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>There is indeed; I prithee <i>Decius</i> speak it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>How! prithee <i>Decius</i>! this Woman's strangely alter'd.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-278"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Why dost not speak (good friend) and tell me how<br /> +The reverend Blessing of my life receiv'd<br /> +My humble lines; wept he for joy?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>No, there's a Letter will inform you more;<br /> +Yet I can tell you what I think will grieve you,<br /> +The Old Man is in want and angry still,<br /> +And poverty is the Bellows to the Coal<br /> +More than distaste from you as I imagine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What's here? how's this? It cannot be! now sure<br /> +My griefs delude my senses.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>In his looks<br /> +I read a world of Changes; <i>Decius</i>, mark<br /> +With what a sad amazement he surveys<br /> +The News; canst thou guess what 'tis?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>None good, I fear.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I fear so too; and then--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>It is her hand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Are you not well?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Too well: if I were ought<br /> +But Rock, this Letter would conclude my miseries,<br /> +Peruse it (Lady) and resolve me then,<br /> +In what a case I stand.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Sir, the worst is,<br /> +Your Fathers lowness and distaste.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>No, <i>Decius</i>,<br /> +My Sister writes <i>Fernando</i> has made suit<br /> +For love to her; and to express sincerely<br /> +His constant truth, hath like a noble Gentleman,<br /> +Discovered plots of treachery; contriv'd<br /> +By false <i>Gonzalo</i>, not intending more<br /> +The utter ruine of our house, than generally<br /> +<i>Candies</i> Confusion.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis a generous part<br /> +Of young <i>Fernando</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>'Tis, and I could wish<br /> +All thrift to his affections, <i>Decius</i>.<br /> +You find the sum on't, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes, I do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And can you now yet think a heart opprest<br /> +With such a throng of cares, can entertain<br /> +An amorous thought? Love frees all toils but one,<br /> +Calamity and it can ill agree.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref279-3"></a>Wil't please you speak my doom?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Alas, great Lady,<br /> +Why will you flatter thus a desperate Man<br /> +That is quite cast away? O had you not<br /> +Procur'd the Senates Warrant to enforce<br /> +My stay, I had not heard of these sad News.<br /> +<a name="ref279-9"></a>What would ye have me do?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Love me, or kill me,<br /> +One word shall sentence either; for as Truth<br /> +Is just, if you refuse me, I am resolute<br /> +Not to out-live my thraldome.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Gentle Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Say, must I live, or dye?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>My Lord, how can you<br /> +Be so inexorable? here's Occasion<br /> +Of succouring your Father in his wants<br /> +Securely profer'd, pray Sir, entertain it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>What is my sentence?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>What you please to have it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>As thou art gentle speak those words again.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, you have prevail'd; yet give me leave<br /> +Without offence, ere I resign the interest<br /> +Your heart hath in my heart, to prove your secresie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, 'tis the greatest argument<br /> +Of thy affections to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, thus then,<br /> +My Father stands for certain sums engag'd<br /> +<a name="ref279-30"></a>To treacherous <i>Gonzalo</i>; and has morgag'd<br /> +The greatest part of his estate to him;<br /> +If you receive this Morgage, and procure<br /> +Acquittance from <i>Gonzalo</i> to my Father,<br /> +I am what you would have me be.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You'll love me then?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Provided (Madam) that my Father know not<br /> +I am an Agent for him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>If I fail<br /> +In this, I am unworthy to be lov'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Then (with your favour) thus I seal my truth,<br /> +To day, and <i>Decius</i> witness how unchangingly<br /> +I shall still love <i>Erota</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thou hast quickned<br /> +A dying heart, <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>This is well;<br /> +Much happiness to both.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Hyparcha</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>The Lord <i>Gonzalo</i><br /> +Attends you, Madam.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Comes as we could wish,<br /> +Withdraw <i>Antinous</i>, here's a Closet, where<br /> +You may partake his errand; let him enter.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam you must be wary.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exit</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Fear it not,<br /> +I will be ready for him; to entertain him<br /> +With smiling Welcome. Noble Sir, you take<br /> +Advantage of the time; it had been fit<br /> +Some notice of your presence might have fashion'd<br /> +A more prepared state.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Do you mock me, Madam?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Trust me, you wrong your judgment, to repute<br /> +My Gratitude a fault; I have examin'd<br /> +Your portly carriage, and will now confess<br /> +It hath not slightly won me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>The Wind's turn'd;<br /> +I thought 'twould come to this; it pleas'd us, Madam,<br /> +At our last interview, to mention Love;<br /> +Have you consider'd on't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>With more than common<br /> +<a name="ref280-31"></a>Content: but Sir, if what you spoke you meant,<br /> +(As I have cause to doubt) then--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What, (sweet Lady?)<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Methinks we should lay by this form of stateliness;<br /> +Loves Courtship is familiar, and for instance,<br /> +See what a change it hath begot in me,<br /> +I could talk humbly now, as Lovers use.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And I, and I, we meet in one self-centre<br /> +Of blest Consent.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I hope my weakness, Sir,<br /> +Shall not deserve neglect; but if it prove so<br /> +I am not the first Lady has been ruin'd<br /> +By being too credulous; you will smart for't one day.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Angel-like Lady, let me be held a Villain,<br /> +If I love not sincerely.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Would I knew it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Make proof by any fit Command.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<a name="ref281-10"></a>What, do you mean to marry me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>How! mean? nay more, I mean<br /> +To make you Empress of my Earthly Fortunes,<br /> +Regent of my desires, for did you covet<br /> +To be a real Queen, I could advance you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Now I perceive you slight me, and would make me<br /> +More simple than my Sexes frailty warrants.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>But say your mind, and you shall be a Queen.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>On those Conditions, call me yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Enough.<br /> +But are we safe?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Assuredly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>In short,<br /> +Yet, Lady, first be plain; would you not chuse<br /> +Much rather to prefer your own Sun-rising,<br /> +Than any's else though ne'r so near entituled<br /> +By Blood, or right of Birth?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>'Tis a question<br /> +Needs not a resolution.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Good; what if<br /> +I set the Crown of <i>Candy</i> on your head?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I were a Queen indeed then.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Madam, know<br /> +There's but a Boy 'twixt you and it; suppose him<br /> +Transhap'd into an Angel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Wise <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +I cannot but admire thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis worth thinking on;<br /> +Besides, your Husband shall be Duke of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i>, Duke of <i>Venice</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref281-40"></a>You are mine you say?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-282"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Pish: you but dally with me; and would lull me<br /> +In a rich golden dream.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You are too much distrustfull of my truth.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Then you must give me leave to apprehend<br /> +The means, and manner how.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Why thus--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>You shall not,<br /> +We may be over-heard; Affairs and counsels<br /> +Of such high nature, are not to be trusted<br /> +Not to the Air it self, you shall in writing,<br /> +Draw out the full design; which if effected,<br /> +I am as I profess.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O I applaud<br /> +Your ready care, and secresie.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +There is a bar yet, 'twixt our hopes and us,<br /> +And that must be remov'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>What is't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Old <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<a name="ref282-20"></a>Ha? fear not him: I build upon his ruines<br /> +Already.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I would find a smoother course<br /> +To shift him off.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>As how?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>We'l talk in private,<br /> +I have a ready plot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>I shall adore you.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> +</div> + +<a name="ref282-28"></a><p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>a[n]d</i> Annophel</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Madam, although I hate unnoble practices,<br /> +And therefore have perform'd no more than what<br /> +I ought, for honours safety: yet <i>Annophel</i>,<br /> +Thy love hath been the spur, to urge me forward<br /> +For speedier diligence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir your own fame<br /> +And memory will best reward themselves.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>All gain is loss (sweet beauty) if I miss<br /> +My comforts here: The Brother and the Sister<br /> +Have double conquer'd me, but thou maist triumph.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Good Sir, I have a Father.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-283"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Yes, a brave one;<br /> +Could'st thou obscure thy beauty, yet the happiness<br /> +Of being but his Daughter, were a dower<br /> +Fit for a Prince: what say ye?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>You have deserv'd<br /> +As much as I should grant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>By this fair hand<br /> +I take possession.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>What in words I dare not,<br /> +Imagine in my silence.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Thou art all vertue.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilanes, <i>and</i> Arcanes</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I'le tell thee how: <i>Baldwin</i> the Emperour,<br /> +Pretending title, more through tyranny,<br /> +Than right of conquest, or descent, usurp'd<br /> +The stile of Lord o're all the <i>Grecian</i> Islands,<br /> +And under colour of an amity<br /> +With <i>Creet</i>, prefer'd the Marquess <i>Mountferato</i><br /> +To be our Governor; the <i>Cretians</i> vex'd<br /> +By the ambitious <i>Turks</i>, in hope of aid<br /> +From the Emperour, receiv'd for General,<br /> +This <i>Mountferato</i>; he (the wars appeased)<br /> +Plots with the state of <i>Venice</i> and takes money<br /> +Of them for <i>Candy</i>: they paid well, he steals<br /> +Away in secret; since which time, that right<br /> +The state of <i>Venice</i> claims o're <i>Candy</i>, is<br /> +By purchase, not inheritance or Conquest:<br /> +And hence grows all our quarrel.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p> +<a name="ref283-29"></a>So an Usurer<br /> +Or Lumbard-Jew, might with some bags of trash,<br /> +Buy half the Western world.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Mony, <i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +Is now a God on Earth: it cracks virginities,<br /> +And turns a Christian, Turk;<br /> +Bribes justice, cut-throats honour, does what not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Not captives <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Nor makes thee dishonest,<br /> +Nor me a Coward---Now Sir, here is homely,<br /> +But friendly entertainment.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-284"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Sir, I find it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>And like it, do ye not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My repair speaks for me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Fernando</i> we are speaking off--how this?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gonzalo, <i>and</i> Gaspero, <i>with a Casket</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Your friend, and servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Creditors, my Lord,<br /> +Are Masters and no Servants: as the world goes,<br /> +Debters are very slaves to those to whom<br /> +They have been beholding to; in which respect,<br /> +I should fear you <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Me, my Lord?<br /> +You owe me nothing.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>What, nor love, nor mony?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Yes, love, I hope, not mony.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>All this braverie<br /> +Will scarcely make that good.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis done already:<br /> +See Sir, your Mortgage which I only took,<br /> +In case you and your son had in the wars<br /> +Miscarried: I yield it up again: 'tis yours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Are ye so conscionable?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>'Tis your own.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Pish, pish, I'le not receive what is not mine,<br /> +That were a dangerous business.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Sir, I am paid for't,<br /> +The summes you borrowed, are return'd; The bonds<br /> +Cancel'd, and your acquittance formerly seal'd:<br /> +Look here Sir, <i>Gaspero</i> is witness to it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My honoured Lord, I am.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>My Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +<i>Arcanes</i> and the rest, you all shall testifie,<br /> +That I acquit Lord <i>Cassilane</i> for ever,<br /> +Of any debts to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>'Tis plain and ample:<br /> +Fortune will once again smile on us fairly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>But hark ye, hark ye, if you be in earnest,<br /> +Whence comes this bounty? or whose is't?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>In short,<br /> +The great <i>Erota</i> by this Secretary,<br /> +Return'd me my full due.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Erota</i>? why<br /> +Should she do this?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>You must ask her the cause,<br /> +She knows it best.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>So ho, <i>Arcanes</i>, none<br /> +But women pity us? soft-hearted women?<br /> +I am become a brave fellow now, <i>Arcanes</i>,<br /> +Am I not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Why Sir, if the gracious Princess<br /> +Have took more special notice of your services,<br /> +And means to be more thankfull than some others,<br /> +It were an injury to gratitude,<br /> +To disesteem her favours.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Sir she ever<br /> +For your sake most respectively lov'd me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The Senate, and the body of this Kingdom<br /> +Are herein (let me speak it without arrogance)<br /> +Beholding to her: I will thank her for it;<br /> +And if she have reserv'd a means whereby<br /> +I may repay this bounty with some service,<br /> +She shall be then my Patroness: come Sirs,<br /> +We'I taste a cup of wine together now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p> +<i>Fernando</i>, I must speak with you in secret.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>You shall--Now <i>Gaspero</i>, all's well.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>There's news<br /> +You must be acquainted with.<br /> +Come, there is no master-piece in Art, like Policie.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<div class="act"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.5"></a>Actus Quintus</div> +<div class="scene"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4568092"></a>Scena Prima.</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>and</i> Michael</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>The Senate is inform'd at full.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p> +<i>Gonzalo</i><br /> +Dreams not of my arrival yet.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Nor thinks<br /> +'Tis possible his plots can be discover'd:<br /> +He fats himself with hopes of Crowns, and Kingdoms,<br /> +And laughs securely, to imagine how<br /> +He means to gull all but himself: when truly,<br /> +None is so grosly gull'd as he.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>There was never<br /> +A more arch villain.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Peace, the Senate comes.<br /> +</div> + +<a name="ref286-7"></a><p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Porphicio, Pos. <i>Senators, and</i> Gaspero, <i>Attend</i></p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>How closely Treason cloaks it self in forms<br /> +Of Civil honesty!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>And yet how palpably<br /> +Does heaven reveal it!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Gracious Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>The Embassadour,<br /> +Lord <i>Paulo Michael</i>, Advocate<br /> +To the great Duke of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You are most welcome,<br /> +Your Master is a just and noble Prince.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<a name="ref286-18"></a><p class="speaker">Michael</p>My Lords, he bad me say, that you may know<br /> +How much he scorns, and (as good Princes ought)<br /> +Defies base indirect, and godless treacheries;<br /> +To your more Sacred wisdomes he refers<br /> +The punishment due to the false <i>Gonzalo</i>,<br /> +Or else to send him home to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Herein<br /> +The Duke is royal: <i>Gaspero</i>, the Prince<br /> +Of <i>Cyprus</i> answer'd he would come.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>My Lords,<br /> +He will not long be absent.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Philander, <i>and</i> Melitus</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +Have made the State your debter: worthy Prince,<br /> +We shall be sutors to you for your presence,<br /> +In hearing, and determining of matters<br /> +Greatly concerning <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Fathers, I am<br /> +A stranger.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Why, the cause, my Lord, concerns<br /> +A stranger: please you seat your self.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-287"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>How e're<br /> +Unfit, since you will have it so, my Lords,<br /> +You shall command me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>You my Lord <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +With the Ambassador, withdraw a while.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>My Lords, we shall.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Melitus, and the Secretary,<br /> +Give notice to <i>Gonzalo</i>, that the Senate<br /> +Requires his presence.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Ex</i>. Gas. <i>and</i> Mel.</p> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Cassilane, <i>and</i> Arca</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What concerns the business?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Thus noble Prince--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Let me alone, thou troublest me,<br /> +I will be heard.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>You know not what you do.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Forbear: who's he that is so rude? what's he that dares<br /> +To interrupt our counsels?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>One that has guarded,<br /> +Those Purple robes from Cankers worse than Moths,<br /> +One that hath kept your fleeces on your backs,<br /> +That would have been snatch'd from you: but I see<br /> +'Tis better now to be a Dog, a Spaniel<br /> +In times of Peace, then boast the bruised scars,<br /> +Purchas'd with loss of bloud in noble wars,<br /> +My Lords, I speak to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i>,<br /> +We know not what you mean.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Yes, you are set<br /> +Upon a bench of justice; and a day<br /> +Will come (hear this, and quake ye potent great ones)<br /> +When you your selves shall stand before a judge,<br /> +Who in a pair of scales will weigh your actions,<br /> +Without abatement of one grain: as then<br /> +You would be found full weight, I charge ye fathers<br /> +Let me have justice now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i>,<br /> +What strange distemperature provokes distrust<br /> +Of our impartiality? be sure<br /> +We'l flatter no mans injuries.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-288"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis well;<br /> +You have a Law, Lords, that without remorse<br /> +Dooms such as are belepred with the curse<br /> +Of foul ingratitude unto death.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We have.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Then do me justice.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Antinous, Decius, Erota, Hyparcha.</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Mad-man, whither run'st thou?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Peace <i>Decius</i>, I am deaf.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Hyparcha</p>Will you forget<br /> +Your greatness, and your modesty?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota Hyparcha</p>leave, I will not hear.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Lady; great, gentle, Lady.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Prethee young man forbear to interrupt me,<br /> +Triumph not in thy fortunes; I will speak.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>More uproars yet! who are they that disturb us?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The viper's come; his fears have drawn him hither,<br /> +<a name="ref288-18"></a>And now, my Lords, be Ch[ro]nicled for ever,<br /> +And give me justice against this vile Monster,<br /> +This bastard of my bloud.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>'Tis justice, Fathers,<br /> +I sue for too: and though I might command it,<br /> +(If you remember Lords, whose child I was)<br /> +Yet I will humbly beg it; this old wretch<br /> +<a name="ref288-25"></a>Has forfeited his life to me.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Tricks, tricks;<br /> +Complots, devices, 'twixt these pair of young-ones,<br /> +To blunt the edge of your well temper'd Swords,<br /> +Wherewith you strike offenders, Lords, but I<br /> +Am not a baby to be fear'd with bug-bears,<br /> +'Tis justice I require.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>And I.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You speak too tenderly; and too much like yourself<br /> +To mean a cruelty; which would make monstrous <br /> +Your Sex: yet for the loves sake, which you once<br /> +Pleas'd to pretend, give my griev'd Father leave<br /> +To urge his own revenge; you have no cause<br /> +For yours: keep peace about ye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Will you hear me?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-289"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Here's some strange novelty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Sure we are mock'd,<br /> +Speak one at once: say wherein hath your Son<br /> +Transgress'd the Law?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O the gross mists of dulness!<br /> +Are you this Kingdomes Oracles, yet can be<br /> +So ignorant? first hear, and then consider.<br /> +That I begot him, gave him birth and life,<br /> +And education, were, I must confess,<br /> +But duties of a Father: I did more;<br /> +I taught him how to manage Arms, to dare<br /> +An Enemy; to court both death and dangers;<br /> +Yet these were but additions to compleat<br /> +A well accomplish'd Souldier: I did more yet.<br /> +I made him chief Commander in the field<br /> +Next to my self, and gave him the full prospeft<br /> +Of honour, and preferment; train'd him up<br /> +In all perfections of a Martiallist:<br /> +But he unmindful of his gratitude,<br /> +You know with what contempt of my deserts,<br /> +First kick'd against mine honour, scorned all<br /> +My services; then got the palm of glory<br /> +Unto himself: yet not content with this,<br /> +He (lastly) hath conspir'd my death, and sought<br /> +Means to engage me to this Lady's debt,<br /> +Whose bounty all my whole estate could never<br /> +Give satisfaction to: now honoured Fathers,<br /> +For this cause only, if your Law be law,<br /> +And you the Ministers of justice; then<br /> +Think of this strange ingratitude in him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Can this be so <i>Antinous</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>'Tis all true,<br /> +Nor hath my much wrong'd father limn'd my faults<br /> +In colours half so black, as in themselves,<br /> +My guilt hath dy'd them: were there mercy left,<br /> +Yet mine own shame would be my Executioner:<br /> +Lords, I am guilty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thou beliest, <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +Thine innocence: alas, my Lords, he's desperate,<br /> +And talks he knows not what: you must not credit<br /> +His lunacy; I can my self disprove<br /> +This accusation: <i>Cassilane</i>, be yet<br /> +More mercifull; I beg it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Time, not fate,<br /> +The world, or what is in it, shall not alter<br /> +My resolution: he shall dye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>The Senats<br /> +Prayers, or weeping Lovers, shall not alter<br /> +My resolution: thou shalt dye.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Why Madam,<br /> +Are ye all Marble?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Leave your shifts <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +What plead you to your Fathers accusation?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Most fully guilty.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>You have doom'd your self,<br /> +We cannot quit you now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>A burthen'd conscience<br /> +Will never need a hang-man: hadst thou dar'd<br /> +To have deni'd it, then this Sword of mine<br /> +Should on thy head have prov'd thy tongue a lyar.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Thy sword? wretched old man, thou hast liv'd too long<br /> +To carry peace or comfort to thy grave;<br /> +Thou art a man condemn'd: my Lords, this tyrant<br /> +Had perish'd but for me, I still suppli'd<br /> +His miserable wants; I sent his Daughter<br /> +Mony to buy him food; the bread he eat,<br /> +Was from my purse: when he (vain-gloriously)<br /> +To dive into the peoples hearts, had pawn'd<br /> +His birth-right, I redeem'd it, sent it to him,<br /> +And for requitall, only made my suite,<br /> +That he would please to new receive his son<br /> +Into his favour, for whose love I told him<br /> +I had been still so friendly: but then he<br /> +As void of gratitude, as all good nature,<br /> +Distrafted like a mad man, poasted hither<br /> +To pull this vengeance on himself, and us;<br /> +For why, my Lords, since by the Law, all means<br /> +Is blotted out of your commission,<br /> +As this hard hearted Father hath accus'd<br /> +Noble <i>Antinous</i>, his unblemished Son,<br /> +So I accuse this Father, and crave judgement.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>All this is but deceit, meer trifles forg'd<br /> +By combination to defeat the process<br /> +Of Justice, I will have <i>Antinous</i> life.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>Sir, what do ye mean?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I will have <i>Cassilane's</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Cunning and cruel Lady, runs the stream<br /> +Of your affections this way? have you not<br /> +Conquest enough by treading on my grave?<br /> +Unless you send me thither in a shrowd<br /> +Steept in my fathers bloud? as you are woman,<br /> +As the protests of love you vow'd were honest;<br /> +Be gentler to my Father.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Cassilane,<br /> +<a name="ref291-15"></a>Thou hast a heart of flint: let my intreaties,<br /> +My tears, the Sacrifice of griefs unfeigned,<br /> +Melt it: yet be a Father to thy son,<br /> +Unmask thy long besotted judgement, see<br /> +A low obedience kneeling at the feet<br /> +Of nature, I beseech you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Pish, you cozen<br /> +Your hopes: your plots are idle: I am resolute.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, urge no further.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Hence thou Sorcery<br /> +Of a beguiling softness, I will stand,<br /> +Like the earths center, unmov'd; Lords your breath<br /> +Must finish these divisions: I confess<br /> +Civility doth teach I should not speak<br /> +Against a Lady of her birth, so high<br /> +As great <i>Erota</i>, but her injuries<br /> +And thankless wrongs to me, urge me to cry<br /> +Aloud for justice, Fathers.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Whither run you?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>For (honoured fathers) that you all may know<br /> +That I alone am not unmatchable<br /> +In crimes of this condition, lest perhaps<br /> +You might conceive, as yet the case appears,<br /> +That this foul stain, and guilt runs in a bloud;<br /> +Before this presence, I accuse this Lady<br /> +Of as much vile ingratitude to me.<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-292"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Impudent Traitor!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Her? O spare <i>Antinous</i>;<br /> +The world reputes thee valiant, do not soyle<br /> +All thy past nobleness with such a cowardize.<br /> +As murthering innocent Ladies will stamp on thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Brave Prince, with what unwillingness I force<br /> +Her follies, and in those her sin, be witness,<br /> +All these about me: she is bloudy minded,<br /> +And turns the justice of the Law to rigor:<br /> +It is her cruelites, not I accuse her:<br /> +Shall I have Audience?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let him speak my Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>Your memory will rot.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Cast all your eyes<br /> +On this, what shall I call her? truthless woman,<br /> +When often in my discontents, the sway<br /> +Of her unruly bloud, her untam'd passion,<br /> +(Or name it as you list) had hour by hour<br /> +Solicited my love, she vow'd at last<br /> +She could not, would not live unless I granted<br /> +What she long sued for: I in tender pity,<br /> +To save a Lady of her birth from ruine,<br /> +Gave her her life, and promis'd to be hers:<br /> +Nor urg'd I ought from her, but secresie,<br /> +And then enjoyn'd her to supply such wants<br /> +As I perceiv'd my Fathers late engagements<br /> +Had made him subject to; what shall I heap up<br /> +Long repetitions? she to quit my pity,<br /> +Not only hath discover'd to my Father<br /> +What she had promis'd to conceal, but also<br /> +Hath drawn my life into this fatal forfeit;<br /> +For which since I must dye, I crave a like<br /> +Equality of justice against her;<br /> +Not that I covet bloud, but that she may not<br /> +Practise this art of falsehood on some other,<br /> +Perhaps more worthy of her love hereafter.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>If this be true--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>My Lords, be as the Law is,<br /> +Indifferent, upright, I do plead guilty:<br /> +Now Sir, what glory have you got by this?<br /> +'Las man, I meant not to outlive thy doom,<br /> +Shall we be friends in death?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Hear me, the villain<br /> +Scandals her, honour'd Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Leave off to doat,<br /> +And dye a wise man.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>I am over-reach'd,<br /> +And master'd in my own resolution.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Will ye be wilfull Madam? here's the curse<br /> +Of loves disdain.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Why sit you like dumb Statues?<br /> +Demur no longer.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p> +<i>Cassilane</i>, <i>Erota</i>,<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, death ye ask; and 'tis your dooms,<br /> +You in your follies liv'd, dye in your follies.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>I am reveng'd, and thank you for it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes, and I: <i>Antlnous</i> hath been gracious.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Sir, may I presume to crave a blessing from you<br /> +Before we part?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Yes, such a one as Parents<br /> +Bestow on cursed sons, now now, I laugh<br /> +To see how those poor younglings are both cheated<br /> +Of life and comfort: look ye, look ye, Lords,<br /> +I go but some ten minutes (more or less)<br /> +Before my time, but they have finely cozen'd<br /> +Themselves of many, many hopefull years<br /> +Amidst their prime of youth and glory; now<br /> +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Annophel</p> +My vengeance is made full. Welcom my joy,<br /> +Thou com'st to take a seasonable blessing<br /> +From thy half buried Fathers hand; I am dead<br /> +Already girle, and so is she and he,<br /> +We all are worms-meat now.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I have heard all;<br /> +Nor shall you dye alone: Lords on my knees<br /> +I beg for justice too.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>'Gainst whom, for what?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>First let me be resolv'd; does the Law favour<br /> +None, be they ne're so mighty?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-294"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Not the greatest.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Then justly I accuse of foul ingratitude<br /> +My Lords, you of the Senate all, not one<br /> +Excepted.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne Porphycio</p>Us?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p> +<i>Annophel</i>--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>You are the Authors<br /> +Of this unthrifty bloud-shed; when your enemies<br /> +Came marching to your gates, your children suck'd not<br /> +Safe at their Mothers breasts, your very Cloysters<br /> +Were not secure, your starting-holes of refuge<br /> +Not free from danger, nor your lives your own:<br /> +In this most desperate Ecstasie, my Father,<br /> +This aged man, not only undertook<br /> +To guard your lives, but did so; and beat off<br /> +The daring foe; for you he pawn'd his lands,<br /> +To pay your Souldiers, who without their pay<br /> +Refus'd to strike a blow: but, Lords, when peace<br /> +Was purchas'd for you, and victorie brought home,<br /> +Where was your gratitude, who in your Coffers<br /> +Hoarded the rustic treasure which was due<br /> +To my unminded Father? he was glad<br /> +To live retir'd in want, in penurie,<br /> +Whilst you made feasts of surfeit, and forgot<br /> +Your debts to him: The sum of all is this,<br /> +You have been unthankfull to him; and I crave<br /> +The rigor of the Law against you all.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>My Royal spirited daughter!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p> +<i>Annophel</i><br /> +Thou art a worthy wench; let me embrace thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Lords, why do ye keep your seats? they are no places <br /> +For such as are offenders. <br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Though our ignorance<br /> +Of <i>Cassilanes</i> engagements might asswage<br /> +Severity of justice, yet to shew<br /> +How no excuse should smooth a breach of Law,<br /> +I yield me to the trial of it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>So must I:<br /> +Great Prince of <i>Cyprus</i>, you are left<br /> +The only Moderator in this difference;<br /> +And as you are a Prince be a Protector<br /> +To wofull <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>What a Scene of miserie<br /> +Hath thine obdurate frowardness (old man)<br /> +Drawn on thy Countries bosom? and for that<br /> +Thy proud ambition could not mount so high<br /> +As to be stil'd thy Countries only Patron,<br /> +Thy malice hath descended to the depth<br /> +Of Hell, to be renowned in the Title<br /> +Of the destroyer? dost thou yet perceive<br /> +What curses all posterity will brand<br /> +Thy grave with? that at once hast rob'd this Kingdom<br /> +Of honour and of safety.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Children yet unborn<br /> +Will stop their ears when thou art nam'd.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Arcanes</p>The world will be too little to contain<br /> +The memorie of this detested deed;<br /> +The Furies will abhorr it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>What the sword<br /> +Could not enforce, your peevish thirst of honour<br /> +(A brave, cold, weak, imaginarie fame)<br /> +Hath brought on <i>Candy: Candy</i> groans, not these<br /> +That are to die.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>'Tis happiness enough<br /> +For them, that they shall not survive to see<br /> +The wounds wherewith thou stab'st the land that gave<br /> +Thee life and name.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Decius</p>'Tis <i>Candy's</i> wrack shall feel--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>The mischief of your folly.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p> +<i>Annophel</i>--<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>I will not be entreated.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Prethee <i>Annophel</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Why would ye urge me to a mercy which<br /> +You in your self allow not?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>'Tis the Law,<br /> +That if the party who complains, remit<br /> +The offender, he is freed: is't not so Lords?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio Possenne</p>'Tis so.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p> +<i>Antinous</i>, By my shame observe<br /> +What a close witch-craft popular applause is:<br /> +I am awak'd, and with clear eyes behold<br /> +The Lethargie wherein my reason long<br /> +Hath been be-charm'd: live, live, my matchless son,<br /> +Blest in thy Fathers blessing; much more blest<br /> +In thine own vertues: let me dew thy cheeks<br /> +With my unmanly tears: Rise, I forgive thee:<br /> +And good <i>Antinous</i>, if I shall be thy Father<br /> +Forgive me: I can speak no more.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Dear Sir,<br /> +You new beget me now--Madam your pardon,<br /> +I heartily remit you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I as freely<br /> +Discharge thee <i>Cassilane</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>My gracious Lords,<br /> +Repute me not a blemish to my Sex,<br /> +In that I strove to cure a desperate evil<br /> +With a more violent remedy: your lives,<br /> +Your honours are your own.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>Then with consent<br /> +Be reconcil'd on all sides: Please you Fathers<br /> +To take your places.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>Let us again ascend,<br /> +With joy and thankfulness to Heaven: and now<br /> +To other business Lords.<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Gaspero, <i>and</i> Melitus, <i>with</i> Gonzalo</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Two hours and more Sir,<br /> +The Senate hath been set.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>And I not know it?<br /> +Who sits with them?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>My Lord, the Prince of <i>Cyprus</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Gaspero,<br /> +Why how comes that to pass?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Some weighty cause<br /> +I warrant you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Now Lords the business? ha?<br /> +Who's here, <i>Erota</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>Secretarie do your charge<br /> +Upon that Traitor.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Traitor?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-297"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Yes, <i>Gonzalo</i>, Traitor,<br /> +Of treason to the peace and state of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +I do arrest thee.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Me? thou Dog?<br /> +</div> + +<p align="center" class="stage-other"><i>Enter</i> Fernando, <i>and</i> Michael</p> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>With Licence<br /> +From this grave Senate, I arrest thee likewise<br /> +Of treason to the State of <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Ha?<br /> +Is <i>Michael</i> here? nay then I see<br /> +I am undone.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>I shall not be your Queen,<br /> +Your Dutchess, or your Empress.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Dull, dull brain.<br /> +O I am fool'd!<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Look Sir, do you know this hand?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>Do you know this Seal? First, Lords, he writes to <i>Venice</i>,<br /> +To make a perfect league, during which time<br /> +He would in private keep some Troops in pay,<br /> +Bribe all the Centinels throughout this Kingdom,<br /> +Corrupt the Captains; at a Banquet poyson<br /> +The Prince, and greatest Peers, and in conclusion<br /> +Yield <i>Candy</i> slave to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gaspero</p>Next, he contracted<br /> +With the Illustrious Princess, the Lady <i>Erota</i>,<br /> +In hope of marriage with her, to deliver<br /> +All the <i>Venetian</i> gallantry, and strength,<br /> +Upon their first arrival, to the mercy<br /> +Of her and <i>Candy</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>This is true, <i>Gonzalo</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>Let it be true: what then?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne</p>My Lord Ambassadour,<br /> +What's your demand?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Michael</p>As likes the State of <i>Candy</i>,<br /> +Either to sentence him as he deserves<br /> +Here, or to send him like a slave to <i>Venice</i>.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Porphycio</p>We shall advise upon it.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Gonzalo</p>O the Devils,<br /> +That had not thrust this trick into my pate--<br /> +A Politician fool? destruction plague<br /> +<i>Candy</i> and <i>Venice</i> both.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Possenne Porphycio</p>Away with him.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Melitus</p>Come Sir, I'le see you safe.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i> Gonz. Mel.</p> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Lords, e're you part<br /> +Be witness to another change of wonder;<br /> +<i>Antinous</i>, now be bold, before this presence,<br /> +Freely to speak, whether or no I us'd<br /> +The humblest means affection could contrive,<br /> +To gain thy love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Madam, I must confess it,<br /> +And ever am your servant.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Yes <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +My servant, for my Lord thou shalt be never:<br /> +I here disclaim the interest thou hadst once<br /> +In my too passionate thoughts. Most noble Prince,<br /> +If yet a relique of thy wonted flames<br /> +Live warm within thy bosom, then I blush not<br /> +To offer up the assurance of my faith,<br /> +To thee that hast deserv'd it best.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>O Madam,<br /> +You play with my calamity.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>Let heaven<br /> +Record my truth for ever.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>With more joy<br /> +Than I have words to utter, I accept it.<br /> +I also pawn you mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Erota</p>The man that in requital<br /> +Of noble and un-sought affection<br /> +Grows cruel, never lov'd, nor did <i>Antinous</i>.<br /> +Yet herein (Prince) ye are beholding to him;<br /> +For his neglect of me humbled a pride,<br /> +Which to a vertuous wife had been a Monster.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>For which I'le rank him my deserving friend.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>Much comfort dwell with you, as I could wish<br /> +To him I honour most.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>O my <i>Antinous</i>,<br /> +My own, my own good son.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>One suit I have to make.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Philander</p>To whom <i>Fernando</i>?<br /> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-299"></a></span> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>Lord <i>Cassilane</i> to you.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>To me?<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Fernando</p>This Lady<br /> +Hath promised to be mine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Annophel</p>Your blessing Sir;<br /> +Brother your love.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>You cannot Sir bestow her<br /> +On a more noble Gentleman.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Cassilanes</p>Saist thou so?<br /> +<i>Antinous</i> I confirm it. Here <i>Fernando</i>,<br /> +Live both as one; she is thine.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="sp"> +<p class="speaker">Antinous</p>And herein Sister,<br /> +I honour you for your wise setled love.<br /> +This is a day of Triumph, all Contentions<br /> +Are happily accorded: <i>Candy's</i> peace<br /> +<a name="ref299-16"></a>Secur'd, and <i>Venice</i> vow'd a worthy friend.<br /> +<p align="right" class="stage-right">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="-Page-300"></a></span> + +<div class="appendix"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="body.1_div.6"></a>APPENDIX</div> + +<div class="teidiv"> +<div class="head"> +<hr /> +<a name="index-div-id4576204"></a>THE LAWS OF CANDY</div> + +<p><em>The following variations are those of the 1st folio unless otherwise stated</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576233"></a><p><em>p. 236</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576246"></a>ll. 2--43. Not in 1st folio. <i>[e-Text transcriber's note: This is the whole of the front matter, including cast and actor lists, with the exception of the title]</i> +</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576262"></a><p><em>p. 237</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576276"></a><a href="#ref237-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> insolencie.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576395"></a><a href="#ref237-19" class="ref" target="_top">l. 19.</a> these many plagues.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576412"></a><p><em>p. 238</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576425"></a><a href="#ref238-15" class="ref" target="_top">l. 15.</a> 2nd folio] pretty.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576441"></a><a href="#ref238-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> But this.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576456"></a><a href="#ref238-21" class="ref" target="_top">l. 21.</a> are these.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576472"></a><p><em>p. 241</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576486"></a><a href="#ref241-40" class="ref" target="_top">l. 40.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] aud.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576511"></a><p><em>p. 242</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576524"></a><a href="#ref242-12" class="ref" target="_top">l. 12.</a> and had.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576541"></a><p><em>p. 243</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576555"></a><a href="#ref243-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> you sit? [<i>omits</i> Sir].</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576580"></a><p><em>p. 245</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576593"></a><a href="#ref245-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> And as if.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576608"></a><a href="#ref245-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> fuerie, then warrant,</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576625"></a><p><em>p. 247</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576639"></a><a href="#ref247-32" class="ref" target="_top">l. 32.</a> 2nd folio] tell.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576656"></a><p><em>p. 248</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576669"></a><a href="#ref248-11" class="ref" target="_top">l. 11.</a> Lord.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576685"></a><a href="#ref248-13" class="ref" target="_top">l. 13.</a> Cassilanes.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576715"></a><p><em>p. 249</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576729"></a><a href="#ref249-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> add debters.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576746"></a><p><em>p. 251</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576759"></a><a href="#ref251-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> so manded.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576776"></a><p><em>p. 252</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576789"></a><a href="#ref252-11" class="ref" target="_top">l. 11.</a> so bold.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576806"></a><p><em>p. 253</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4576820"></a><a href="#ref253-8" class="ref" target="_top">l. 8.</a> teaching there.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576836"></a><p><em>p. 254</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576850"></a><a href="#ref254-34" class="ref" target="_top">l. 34.</a> by Iolus.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576865"></a><a href="#ref254-38" class="ref" target="_top">l. 38.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] bravel.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576890"></a><p><em>p. 255</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576904"></a><a href="#ref255-3" class="ref" target="_top">l. 3.</a> I am borne.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576919"></a><a href="#ref255-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] your.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576944"></a><p><em>p. 257</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4576957"></a><a href="#ref257-33" class="ref" target="_top">ll. 33 and 34.</a> +<div class="sp">--with your blessings,<br /> +Then growne.<br /> +</div> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4576998"></a> +<a href="#ref257-37" class="ref" target="_top">l. 37.</a> even unto.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577014"></a><p><em>p. 259</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577028"></a><a href="#ref259-33" class="ref" target="_top">l. 33.</a> <i>Omits</i> If.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577052"></a><p><em>p. 260</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577066"></a><a href="#ref260-32" class="ref" target="_top">l. 32.</a> percusseere the.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577082"></a><p><em>p. 262</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577096"></a><a href="#ref262-20" class="ref" target="_top">l. 20.</a> 2nd folio] loss.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577112"></a><a href="#ref262-25" class="ref" target="_top">l. 25.</a> 2nd folio] Erot.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577128"></a><p><em>p. 266</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577142"></a><a href="#ref266-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> 2nd folio] Casp.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577159"></a><p><em>p. 267</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577172"></a><a href="#ref267-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> This tempest-wearied.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577188"></a><a href="#ref267-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> Pray.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577204"></a><p><em>p. 269</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577218"></a><a href="#ref269-4" class="ref" target="_top">l. 4.</a> Please.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577233"></a><a href="#ref269-13" class="ref" target="_top">l. 13.</a> Your much.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577250"></a><p><em>p. 270</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577263"></a><a href="#ref270-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> please.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577280"></a><p><em>p. 271</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577294"></a><a href="#ref271-21" class="ref" target="_top">l. 21.</a> thou didst.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577309"></a><a href="#ref271-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> lose by it.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577326"></a><p><em>p. 272</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577340"></a><a href="#ref272-13" class="ref" target="_top">ll. 13</a> and <a href="#ref272-17" class="ref" target="_top">17.</a> <i>Adds stage directions</i>] Musick. Musick againe.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577376"></a><a href="#ref272-22" class="ref" target="_top">l. 22.</a> <i>Omits stage direction</i>] Musick.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577401"></a><p><em>p. 273</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577414"></a><a href="#ref273-4" class="ref" target="_top">l. 4.</a> for it.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577430"></a><a href="#ref273-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> griefes.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577445"></a><a href="#ref273-24" class="ref" target="_top">l. 24.</a> <i>A missing bracket has been added at the end of the line</i>.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577470"></a><p><em>p. 274</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577484"></a><a href="#ref274-38" class="ref" target="_top">l. 38.</a> wake.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577500"></a><p><em>p. 275</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577514"></a><a href="#ref275-1" class="ref" target="_top">l. 1.</a> pray.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577530"></a><a href="#ref275-23" class="ref" target="_top">l. 23.</a> thy owne.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577546"></a><p><em>p. 277</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577560"></a><a href="#ref277-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> is it.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577576"></a><a href="#ref277-27" class="ref" target="_top">l. 27.</a> do arive.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577592"></a><a href="#ref277-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> crueller.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577608"></a><p><em>p. 279</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577622"></a><a href="#ref279-3" class="ref" target="_top">l. 3.</a> please ye.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577637"></a><a href="#ref279-9" class="ref" target="_top">l. 9.</a> would you.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577652"></a><a href="#ref279-30" class="ref" target="_top">l. 30.</a> 'has more 'gag'd.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577669"></a><p><em>p. 280</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577682"></a><a href="#ref280-31" class="ref" target="_top">l. 31.</a> spake.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577699"></a><p><em>p. 281</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577713"></a><a href="#ref281-10" class="ref" target="_top">l. 10.</a> do ye.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577729"></a><a href="#ref281-40" class="ref" target="_top">l. 40.</a> Ye are.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577745"></a><p><em>p. 282</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577759"></a><a href="#ref282-20" class="ref" target="_top">l. 20.</a> He? feare.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577774"></a><a href="#ref282-28" class="ref" target="_top">l. 28.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] aod.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577799"></a><p><em>p. 283</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577813"></a><a href="#ref283-29" class="ref" target="_top">l. 29.</a> So a.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577829"></a><p><em>p. 286</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577843"></a><a href="#ref286-7" class="ref" target="_top">l. 7.</a> Porphino.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577858"></a><a href="#ref286-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Mie.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577883"></a><p><em>p. 288</em></p> +<ul> +<li> +<a name="id4577897"></a><a href="#ref288-18" class="ref" target="_top">l. 18.</a> 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Chornicled.</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577921"></a><a href="#ref288-25" class="ref" target="_top">l. 25.</a> 'Has.</li> +</ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577938"></a><p><em>p. 291</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577951"></a><a href="#ref291-15" class="ref" target="_top">l. 15.</a> intreates.</li></ul> +</li> +<li> +<a name="id4577968"></a><p><em>p. 299</em></p> +<ul><li> +<a name="id4577982"></a><a href="#ref299-16" class="ref" target="_top">l. 16.</a> <i>Adds</i> Finis.</li></ul> +</li> +</ul> + +</div> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Laws of Candy +by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAWS OF CANDY *** + +***** This file should be named 14548-h.htm or 14548-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/4/5/4/14548/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Paul Murray and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. + + +</pre> + + </body> +</html> diff --git a/old/14548.txt b/old/14548.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..83b751a --- /dev/null +++ b/old/14548.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5474 @@ +Project Gutenberg's The Laws of Candy, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Laws of Candy + Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10) + +Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +Release Date: January 1, 2005 [EBook #14548] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAWS OF CANDY *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Paul Murray and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team + + + + + +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 THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAWS OF CANDY *** + +***** This file should be named 14548.txt or 14548.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/4/5/4/14548/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Paul Murray and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. diff --git a/old/14548.zip b/old/14548.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff8e237 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/14548.zip |