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: