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.
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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?