Delphi Complete Works of John Ford (Illustrated) E-Book

John Ford

• Herausgeber: Delphi Publishing Ltd
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Delphi Series Thirteen
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 1918

Beschreibung

A prominent dramatist of the Caroline period, John Ford was notable for writing revenge tragedies featuring scenes of austere beauty, insight into human passions and grand poetic diction. His masterpiece ’Tis Pity She’s a Whore concerns controversial themes that engage audiences to this day. Ford also wrote comedies, history plays and tragicomedies, distinguished by highly wrought blank verse and tragically frustrated characters, whose intense desires are frustrated by circumstance. These dramas have cemented his reputation as the most important playwright during the reign of King Charles I. This eBook presents John Ford’s complete works, with numerous illustrations, rare texts, concise introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)

* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Ford’s life and works
* Concise introductions to the major plays
* All the dramas (collaborations and solo plays), with individual contents tables
* Features rare texts appearing for the first time in digital publishing
* Includes Sir Robert Howard’s play ‘The Great Favourite’, believed by some to be based on a lost Ford play
* Excellent formatting of the texts
* Rare poetry and prose works
* Includes a special ‘Glossary of Jacobean Language’, helping comprehension of the language
* Features a bonus biography – discover Ford’s world
* Ordering of texts into chronological order and genres

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CONTENTS:

The Collaborative Plays
The Laws of Candy (1620)
The Witch of Edmonton (1621)
The Welsh Ambassador (1623)
The Spanish Gypsy (1623)
The Sun’s Darling (1624)
The Fair Maid of the Inn (1626)
The Solo Plays
The Queen (1627)
The Lover’s Melancholy (1628)
The Broken Heart (1629)
’Tis Pity She’s a Whore (1631)
Love’s Sacrifice (1632)
Perkin Warbeck (1633)
The Fancies Chaste and Noble (1636)
The Lady’s Trial (1638)
The Great Favourite, or the Duke of Lerma by Sir Robert Howard (1668)

The Poetry
Fame’s Memorial (1606)
The Monarchs Meeting (1606)
A Funerall Elegye (1612)
Christ’s Bloody Sweat (1613)
Shall I Die? (c. 1635)

The Prose
Honor Triumphant (1606)
The Golden Mean (1613)
A Line of Life (1620)

The Biography
John Ford by Adolphus William Ward

Glossary of Jacobean Language

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Leseprobe

The Complete Works of

JOHN FORD

(1586-c. 1639)

Contents

The Collaborative Plays

The Laws of Candy (1620)

The Witch of Edmonton (1621)

The Welsh Ambassador (1623)

The Spanish Gypsy (1623)

The Sun’s Darling (1624)

The Fair Maid of the Inn (1626)

The Solo Plays

The Queen (1627)

The Lover’s Melancholy (1628)

The Broken Heart (1629)

’Tis Pity She’s a Whore (1631)

Love’s Sacrifice (1632)

Perkin Warbeck (1633)

The Fancies Chaste and Noble (1636)

The Lady’s Trial (1638)

The Great Favourite, or the Duke of Lerma by Sir Robert Howard (1668)

The Poetry

Fame’s Memorial (1606)

The Monarchs Meeting (1606)

A Funerall Elegye (1612)

Christ’s Bloody Sweat (1613)

Shall I Die? (c. 1635)

The Prose

Honor Triumphant (1606)

The Golden Mean (1613)

A Line of Life (1620)

The Biography

John Ford by Adolphus William Ward

Glossary of Jacobean Language

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Complete Works of John Ford

First published in the United Kingdom in 2023 by Delphi Classics.

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The Collaborative Plays

Ilsington, a village on the eastern edge of Dartmoor, Devon — John Ford’s birthplace

The Laws of Candy (1620)

Written in collaboration with Philip Massinger

The Laws of Candy was written by John Ford in collaboration with the dramatist Philip Massinger. It was first published in the 1647 Beaumont and Fletcher folio. The play was originally performed by the King’s Men and the Beaumont and Fletcher folio of 1679 featured a detailed cast list from the first production. It included famous Jacobean and Caroline era actors such Joseph Taylor, William Ecclestone, John Lowin and Richard Sharpe. All the actors listed as part of the production performed with the King’s Men between 1619 and 1623 making it probable that The Laws of Candy is Ford’s earliest extant play. The authorship of the play was undetermined for centuries as scholars struggled to ascribe the work to a known playwright.

In 1920, the critic H. D. Sykes attributed the play to Massinger, while in 1927 the Australian scholar E. H. C. Oliphant believed that Ford was the primary author. Cyrus Hoy supported this assertion and by the twenty-first century the play’s authorship and Ford’s contribution to it are considered uncontroversial.

The Laws of Candy is a tragicomedyset on the Greek Island of Crete that takes place shortly after the Cretans have won a decisive battle against the invading Venetians. The plot centres on two specific laws of the land: the first is a bizarre law that makes a charge of ingratitude from one citizen to another punishable by death and the second grants troops the right to give one fellow soldier an award after a great military victory. By the climax of the play, the two laws have caused mayhem, intrigue and bitterness that engulf the island.

Philip Massinger, copper-engraving portrait by Charles Grignion the Elder, c. 1800

CONTENTS

Persons Represented in the Play

Actus Primus

Actus Secundus

Actus Tertius

Actus Quartus

Actus Quintus

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.

WOMENErota, 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.

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 earTo be an Auditor.

Gaspero:And what concerns it?

Melitus:The sadly thriving progress of the lovesBetween 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 bestSuccess your Prince could find from her, to beAs harsh as the event doth prove: but now’Tis not a time to pity passionate griefs,When a whole Kingdom in a manner lyesUpon its Death-Bed bleeding.

Melitus:Who can tellWhether or no these plagues at onceHang over this unhappy Land for her sakeThat is a Monster in it?

Gaspero:Here’s the miseryOf having a Child our Prince; else I presumeThe bold Venetians had not dar’d to attemptSo bloody an invasion.

Melitus:Yet I wonderWhy (Master Secretary) still the SenateSo almost superstitiously adoresGonzalo, the Venetian Lord, consideringThe outrage of his Countrymen —

Gaspero:The SenateIs wise, and therein just, for this Gonzalo,Upon a Massacre performed at SeaBy the Admiral of Venice, on a MerchantOf Candy, when the cause was to be heardBefore the Senate there, in open CourtProfessed, that the cruelty the AdmiralHad 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’dOf lawless and unjust ambition.The Wars were scarce begun, but he (in fearOf 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 CassilanesBare promise of payment?

Gaspero:No, it may beHe has some [pe]tty Lordship to retire to;But thus he hath done; now ’tis fit, Melitus,The Senate should be thankful, otherwiseThey should annihilate one of those LawsFor which this Kingdome is throughout the WorldUnfollowed 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 apparentlyAnother of ingratitude, for anyReceived Benefit, the Plaintiff mayRequire the Offenders life; unless he pleaseFreely and willingly to grant remission.

Melitus:By which strict Law, the Senate is in danger,Should they neglect Gonzalo?

Gaspero:Right, the LawPermits 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 demandFor satisfaction, and reward.

Melitus:They areBoth famous Laws indeed.

[Enter a Messenger]

Messenger:Master Secretary,The Senate is about to sit, and craveYour presence.

Gaspero:What, so suddenly?

Messenger:These LettersWill 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 bestAnd 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 contentionWho shall be the triumpher, and it standsDoubtful 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’dTo plead before the Senate; and from themUpon an open audience to be judg’dThe Chief, and then to make demands.

Melitus:You ravish meWith wonder and delight.

Gaspero:Come; as we walk,I shall more fully inform you.

             [Exeunt.

SCENE II

[Enter Cassilanes, Arcanes, Antinous, and Decius.]

Cassilanes:Admit no Souldier near us till the SenateHave 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 pietyOf filial duty, if I should forgetThe 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 rebateThe ambition of thy gallantry, that theyWhose confidence thou hast bewitch’d, should seeTheir 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 AuthorOf giving me my Birth, I have discharg’dA part of my Obedience. But if nowYou should (as cruel fathers do) proclaimYour right, and Tyrant-like usurp the gloryOf my peculiar honours, not deriv’dFrom successary, but purchas’d with my bloud,Then I must stand first Champion for my selfAgainst all interposers.

Cassilanes:Boldly urg’d,And proudly, I could love thee, did not angerConsult with just disdain, in open languageTo call thee most ungrateful. Say freely,Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereonThe reeling pillars of a popular breathHave rais’d thy Giant-like conceit, to addA suffrage to thy Fathers merit? speak.241]

Antinous:Sir, hear me: were there not a ChronicleWell pen’d by all their tongues, who can reportWhat they have seen you do; or had you notBest in your own performance writ your self,And been your own text, I would undertakeAlone, without the help of Art, or Character,But only to recount your deeds in Arms,And you should ever then be fam’d a PresidentOf living victory: But as you areGreat, and well worthy to be stiled Great,It would betray a poverty of SpiritIn me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent,If I should coward-like surrender upThe interest which the inheritance of your vertueAnd mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour:My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which anyThat 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 thouTo tell me, that thou wilt contend?

Antinous:Had IBeen slothful, and not follow’d you in allThe streights of death, you might have justly thenReputed me a Bastard: ’tis a crueltyMore than to murther Innocents, to takeThe 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 timeI 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’dThese fifty years a man whom Crete prefer’dBefore thy Father; let me boldly boast,Thy Father, both for Discipline a[n]d Action242]  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 forA half of hundred years?

Antinous:My case observesBoth equity and presidents; for Sir,That very day whereon you got your Fame,You took it from some other, who was thenChief in repute, as you are now, and has beenPerhaps as many years deserving thatWhich 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 FatherHeightens his reputation where his SonInherits it, as when you give us life,Your life is not diminish’d but renew’dIn us when you are dead, and we are stillYour living Images.

Cassilanes:So be thou curs’dIn thy posterity, as I in thee,Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun,Which not a year yet since beheld me mountedUpon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword,And teaching this young Man to manage Arms,That was a raw, fresh Novice in the featsOf Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witnessAgainst 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 prizeMy Sword hath purchas’d.243]

Arcanes:The Senate,My Lord, are here at hand, and all the SouldiersBegin to throng about them.

Cassilanes:Now, Arcanes, the —

Arcanes:What, Sir?

Cassilanes:Trifles will affront us; thatFine fighting Stripling.

Arcanes:Let him have the shame on’t;‘Please you withdraw on this side.

Cassilanes:My great heartWas never quail’d before.

Decius:My Lord, be confident,Let not your Father daunt you.

Arcanes:Decius, whitherMust I withdraw?

Decius:On this side. — See, the SouldiersAttend your pleasure — courage, Sir; the Senate.

Cassilanes:Way for the Senate.

[Enter  Porphycio,  Possenne, (three Senators) Gonzalo, Gaspero,Souldiers]

My good Lords I know notWhat tax of arrogance I may incurr,Should I presume, though courted by your Favours,To take a place amongst you; I had ratherGive proof of my unfeign’d humilityBy 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 FriendshipThan 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 madeThe Souldiers voice, and to your gracious Wisedoms,Present as chief in Arms, his Countries Champion,Cassilanes.

Decius:Most reverend Lords, you hear the lesser numberOf those who have been Guardians to this Country,Approve this Champion; I, in all their names,Who fought for Candy, here present before youThe 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 gloriesMust to Posterity remain: but yetSince, by our Law, one only can make claimTo the proposed honours which you both(It seems) have truly merited, take leaveFreely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.

Porphycio:Wherein priority of voice is granted,Lord Cassilanes to you; for that your rareAnd long experience in the Course of War,As well doth challenge it as the best priviledgeOf Order and Civility, for thatYou are your brave Opponents worthy Father.Say, Country-men, are you content?

Souldiers:I, I.

Cassilanes:Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfitIt is for me, that all my life time haveBeen practis’d in the School of Bloud, and SlaughterTo bandy words now in my lifes last farewel,Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitchtAnother, and another field, like thatWhich, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter’d,Defeated, and made nothing, then the manThat had a heart to think he could but follow(For equal me he should not) through the lanes245]  Of danger and amazement, might in thatThat 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 confidenceI led them on to fight, went on still, andAs if I could have been a second Nature,As well in heartening them by my example,As by my exhortation, I gave lifeTo 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’dIn Martial play, was even as ignorantAs childish: But I list not to disparageHis non-ability: The signal givenOf Battel, when our enemies came on,(Directed more by fury, than by warrantOf Policy and Stratagem) I met them,I in the fore-front of the Armies met them;And as if this old weather-beaten bodyHad been compos’d of cannon-proof, I stoodThe volleys of their shot. I, I my selfWas he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes:But when we came to handy-stroaks, as oftenAs I lent blows, so often I gave wounds,And every wound a death. I may be boldTo justifie a truth, this very swordOf 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’dThe 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 life246]  From him, whom I before my self alone,Had more than full three quarters kill’d: a manWell 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 homeLong peace, long victorie, even to your Capitol;If to secure your Kingdom, wives, and children,Your lives and liberties; if to renownYour honours through the world, to fix your names,Like Blazing stars admir’d, and fear’d by allThat 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, examineThe annals of my life; and then considerWhat 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 deedsOf Chivalrie discours’d, that I confess,I do not think the Worthies while they liv’dAll nine, deserv’d as much applause, or memorie,As this one: But who can do ought to gainThe crown of honour from him, must be somewhatMore 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 transcendWhat we have heard, I can but only say,That Miracles are yet in use. I fearI 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 stand247]  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 performanceTook light from what I saw him do: and thusA 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 instanceOnly in three main proofs of my desert.First I sought out (but through how many dangersMy Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander,The head of that huge body, whose proud weightOur 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 adversariesBegan to quail, till young Fernando, sonTo the last Duke of Venice gather’d head,And soon renew’d the field, by whose exampleThe bold Venetians doubling strength and courageHad got the better of the day; our menSupposing that their adversaries grewLike 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 tll 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 takeFernando prisoner, and that hand to handIn single fight I did: my self withoutThe 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 manRuin’d our Army, and hath glorifi’dCrete 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 leaveThat I may part.

Possenne:No Cassilane, the CourtShould therein be dishonour’d, do not imaginWe prize your presence at so slight a rate.Demand, Antinous.

Antinous:Thus (my Lords) to witnessHow far I am from arrogance, or thinkingI am more valiant, though more favour’dThan 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 BrassMy Fathers Statue, there to stand for everA 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 beautiesOf an unconquer’d minde.

Antinous:My Prisoner, Lords,To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender:Fit you his ransom; half whereof I giveFor largess to the Souldiers: the other halfTo the erection of this monument.

Cassilanes:Ambitious villain.249]

Gonzalo:Thou art all un-imitable.My Lords, to work a certain peace for CandyWith Venice, use Fernando like a Prince;His ransom I’le disburse what e’re it be:Yet you may stay him with you, till conditionsOf amitie shall be concluded on:Are ye content?

Porphycio:We are, and ever restBoth 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-horseTo you, and to the State, be branded nowWith Ignominy ne’re to be forgotten:Rear me no Monument, unless you meanTo 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 inforceThe Senates gratitude. I now acknowledge it.

Cassilanes:Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boyGrows 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 suretyThat all succeeding times may so report it,He would have my dishonour, and his TriumphsIngrav’d in Brass: hence, hence proceeds the falshoodOf 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 fateConfirm 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 heatOf 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 TriumphsWith 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 partedWith, 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 unbecomingThis 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 thenTo lost Antinous? Malta, I resolveTo end my dayes in thee.

Decius:How’s that?

Antinous:I’le trieAll 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 canBetter than I, give you her Character;For I have been both nurs’d, and train’d up toHer petulant humours, and been glad to bear them,Her Brother, my late Master, did no less:Strong apprehensions of her beauty hathMade 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 stickTo 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 wellDetermine 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 isA 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 yeShall 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 judgeIt penn’d and studied.

[Enter  Erota,   Philander,   Annophil,   Hyparcha,   MochingoAttendants]

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 hopeThat I can pity you, who am so farFrom granting any comfort in this kind,That you and all men else shall perish first:I will live free and single, till I findSomething above a man to equal me;Put all your brave Heroes into one,Your Kings and Emperours, and let him comeIn 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 PoetsThat made him first a god, have lost their fire253]  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’dFull of my praises? teaching their ChroniclersTo 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 beA good Astrologer shall know her Zodiack.

Philander:For any man to thinkHimself an able purchaser of you,But in the bargain there must be declar’dInfinite 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 beSo heavenly, and so absolute in all things,And yet retain such cruel tyranny.

Erota:I can, I do, I will.

Gonzalo:She is in herMoods, 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; oneThat understands himself, and knows, unlessIt 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 paint254]  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 himLook 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-dayProclaimed for so high favour.

Erota:This is someGreat mans Jester: Sirrah, begon, here isNo place to fool in.

Gonzalo:Where are the fools you talk of?I do keep two.

Erota:No question of it: forIn 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 lyeNo 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 bringConquest and Victory home along with you?

Antinous:I had some share in’t; but was the leastOf the least worthy.

Gonzalo:O Sir, in your modesty you’ld makeA double Conquest: I was an ear-witnessWhen 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 manThat 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 honourThan 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 encrease257]  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 hereBefore 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 ownCursed begetting, whom I shame to father.O that the heat thou rob’dst me of, had burntWithin my Entrails, and begot a feaver,Or some worse sickness, for thou art a diseaseSharper 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 awayThe 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 laidWithin my grave, covered with your blessings ratherThan 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 begotAnother 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 rewardSome honour for himself, or mass of pelf,He only did request to have erectedYour Statue in the Capitol, with TitlesIngrav’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 practisesWritten 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 thoughtsAll 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 manThat has out-liv’d his honour: But command meIn any thing save that, and CassilaneShall 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 desireNo 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 youFair 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 continueWithin my Fathers love, you cannot longStand out an Exile: I must goe live with him,And I will prove so good an OratorIn 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 wayMust be his death: the sword has try’d too often,And all the deadly Instruments of warHave 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 studyTo requite you.

Gonzalo:If I may be so fortunate to deserveThe 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 Mistris260]  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 MasterOf such means as you do talk of, you shouldLearn 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 vertueIn you.

Erota:I could hang this fellow now: by whomAre you supported, that you dare do this?Have you not example here in a PrinceTranscending you in all things, yet bears himselfAs 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 youThe opinion of some wit. Here’s nothingTo 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 boundWith 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, andVery proud too, that I must tell you; I sawIt did become you, cousin Gonzalo, pretheeLet 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 MagnanimousInvincible 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 confessLin’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 whatHave I else toyl’d my brains, profusely emptiedMy 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 found262]  A better entertainment: I was heEncourag’d young Antinous to affrontThe Devil his Father: for the Devil I thinkDares 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 aloneWere of sufficient courage and performanceTo 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 haveYour 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 treasurePay for his Souldiers, I strook home, and lent himAn 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 gotThe greatest part of Cassilanes estateInto 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 you263]  Imagine, that I did not hate in heartMy 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’sConducter 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 wiserThan honest, nor more honest than approv’dIn truth and faith.

Gaspero:My Lord.

Gonzalo:You may be boldTo trust him with your bosom, he’l not deceiveIf you relie upon him once.

[Fernando]:

Your name is Gaspero?

Gaspero:Your servant.

Gonzalo:Go commend me(Right honest Gaspero) commend me heartilyTo noble Cassilane, tell him my loveIs 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 designsRun uncontroul’d; yet Venice though I beIntelligencer to thee, in my brainAre other large Projects: for if proud ErotaBend 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? ErotaMay in her love seal all sure: if she swallowThe bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet CandyDespight 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 lifeSutes not with youth and beautie, O my child,Yet ’tis the sweetest Guardian to protectChast names from Court aspersions; there a LadyTender and delicate in years and graces,That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure,Is ship-wrackt on the shore; for ’tis much saferTo trust the Ocean in a leaking ship,Than follow greatness in the wanton ritesOf luxurie and sloth.

Annophel:My wishes Sir,Have never soar’d a higher flight, than trulyTo find occasion wherein I might witnessMy duty and obedience.

Cassilanes:’Tis well said,Canst thou forbear to laugh Arcanes?

Arcanes:Why Sir?

Cassilanes:To look upon my beggerie, to look uponMy patience in my beggerie: Tell me,Does it shew handsom? bravely?Handsom? thou wilt flatter me,And swear that I am miserable.

Arcanes:NothingMore glorifies the noble, and the valiant,Than to despise contempt: if you continueBut to enjoy your self, you in your selfEnjoy all store besides.

Cassilanes:An excellent change:I that some seven Apprentice-ships commandedA hundred Ministers, that waited on265]  My nod, and sometimes twenty thousand souldiers,Am now retir’d, attended in my ageBy one poor maid, follow’d by one old man.

Arcanes:Sir, you are lower in your own reputeThan you have reason for.

Cassilanes:The Roman Captains,I mean the best, such as with their bloudsPurchas’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 liveAs I do now, and ’twas their blessing too,Let it be ours Arcanes.

Arcanes:I cannot butApplaud 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 swearBy all my past prosperities; thus standingBetween you two, I think my self as great,As mighty, as if in the CapitolI stood amidst the Senators, with allThe 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 weaknessOf the traduced Souldiers, the negleftOf the fair-spoken Senate, the impietieOf him, the villain, whom (to my dishonour)The World miscalls my son.But by the —

Arcanes:Sir, remember that you promis’d no occasionShould move your patience.

Cassilanes:Thou do’st chide me friendly,He shall not have the honour to be thought uponAmongst us.

[Enter a Servant.]

Now? the news?266]

Servant:The Secretarie,With the Venetian prisoner, desireAdmittance to your Lordship.

Cassilanes:How? to me?What mysterie is this? Arcanes can they,Thinkst thou, mean any good?

Arcanes:My Lord, they dare notIntend ought else but good.

Cassilanes:’Tis true, they dare not;Arcanes welcom them: Come hither Annophel,Stand close to me, we’l change our affabilityInto a form of State: and they shall knowOur heart is still our own.

[Enter Arcanes, Fernando, and Gaspero.]

Arcanes:My Lord —

Cassilanes:Arcanes,I know them both: Fernando, as you areA man of greatness, I should under-valueThe right my sword hath fought for, to observeLow-fawning complements, but as you areA Captive and a stranger, I can love you,And must be kind. You are welcom.

Fernando:’Tis the allOf my ambition.

Gaspero:And for proof how muchHe 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 SenateShall 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 grantedUpon Fernando’s motion, from himself:Your Lordship must conceive, I’de not partakeOught, but what should concern your honour; WhoHas 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 thoseThat are the blazing Comets of the time,To live a solitary life with me?A man forsaken? all my hospitalityIs 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 courageWere held the best, not those well-spoken Youths,Who only carry Conquest in their tongues:Now stories of this nature are unseasonableTo entertain a great Duke’s Son with.

Fernando:HereinShall 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 bearTo goodness, my intents are honourable.

Cassilanes:Then in a word, my Lord, your visitationsShall find all due respect: but I am nowGrown 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 Father268]  Will soon be mov’d: yet, in a noble wayOf 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 serviceThan 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 mustOf meer necessity touch any actOf 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 TrophiesWith Mottoes and Inscriptions, quaint devicesOf 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 goodnessTo —

Cassilanes:What?

Decius:Present you with this — 269]

Cassilanes:Letter?

Decius:Yes, my honour’d Lord.

Cassilanes:From whom?

Decius:‘Please you peruseThe inside, and you shall find a name subscrib’d,In such humility, in such obedience,That you your self will judge it tyrannyNot 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 lifeA 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 lowlyPetition for your favour.

Cassilanes:Rash young man,But that thou art under my own roof, and know’stI dare not any way infringe the LawsOf Hospitality, thou should’st repentThy bold and rude intrusion. But presume notAgain 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 violenceMore than becomes a Father; wherein would yeCome nearer to the likeness of God,Than in your being entreated? Let not thirstOf Honour, make you quite forget you areA Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comfortsA Father.

Annophel:If a memory remainOf my departed Mother; if the purity270]  Of her unblemish’d faith deserve to liveIn your remembrance, let me yet by theseAwake your love to my uncomforted Brother.

Fernando:I am a Stranger, but so much I tenderYour Sons desertful Vertues, that I vowHis Sword ne’r conquer’d me so absolutely,As shall your courtesie, if you vouchsafeAt all our instances, to new receive himInto your wonted favour.

Gaspero:Sir, you cannotRequire more low submission.

Annophel:Am I notGrown vile yet in your eyes? then by the nameOf Father, let me once more sue for him,Who is the only now remaining BranchWith me, of that most ancient root, whose BodyYou are, dear Sir.

Cassilanes:’Tis well, an host of furiesCould not have baited me more torturingly,More rudely, or more most unnaturally.Decius