The Laws of Candy | Page 7

Erota:
What are you?
Gonzalo:
A man, a good man, that's a wealthy; A Proper man, and a proud man
too; one That understands himself, and knows, unless It 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 paint 254] 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 him Look 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-day Proclaimed for so high favour.
Erota:
This is some Great mans Jester: Sirrah, begon, here is No place to fool
in.
Gonzalo:
Where are the fools you talk of? I do keep two.
Erota:
No question of it: for In 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 lye No 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 bring Conquest and Victory home along with you?
Antinous:
I had some share in't; but was the least Of the least worthy.
Gonzalo:
O Sir, in your modesty you'ld make A double Conquest: I was an
ear-witness When 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 man That he does now, buried his worth in
silence.
Erota:
Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you, And