The Laws of Candy | Page 8

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