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?
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Fernando: 

      Lord Cassilane to you.

Cassilanes: 

      To me?

Fernando: 

      This Lady
      Hath promised to be mine.

Annophel: 

      Your blessing Sir;
      Brother your love.