andals her, honour'd Lords.
Erota:
Leave off to doat,
And dye a wise man.
Antinous:
I am over-reach'd,
And master'd in my own resolution.
Philander:
Will ye be wilfull Madam? here's the curse
Of loves disdain.
Cassilanes:
Why sit you like dumb Statues?
Demur no longer.
Possenne:
_Cassilane_, _Erota_,
_Antinous_, death ye ask; and 'tis your dooms,
You in your follies liv'd, dye in your follies.
Cassilanes:
I am reveng'd, and thank you for it.
Erota:
Yes, and I: _Antlnous_ hath been gracious.
Antinous:
Sir, may I presume to crave a blessing from you
Before we part?
Cassilanes:
Yes, such a one as Parents
Bestow on cursed sons, now now, I laugh
To see how those poor younglings are both cheated
Of life and comfort: look ye, look ye, Lords,
I go but some ten minutes (more or less)
Before my time, but they have finely cozen'd
Themselves of many, many hopefull years
Amidst their prime of youth and glory; now
[Enter _Annophel_]
My vengeance is made full. Welcom my joy,
Thou com'st to take a seasonable blessing
From thy half buried Fathers hand; I am dead
Already girle, and so is she and he,
We all are worms-meat now.
Annophel:
I have heard all;
Nor shall you dye alone: Lords on my knees
I beg for justice too.
Porphycio:
'Gainst whom, for what?
Annophel:
First let me be resolv'd; does the Law favour
None, be they ne're so mighty?
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Porphycio:
Not the greatest.
Annophel:
Then justly I accuse of foul ingratitude
My Lords, you of the Senate all, not one
Excepted.
Possenne Porphycio:
Us?
Philander:
_Annophel_--
Annophel:
You are the Authors
Of this unthrifty bloud-shed; when your enemies
Came marching to your gates, your children suck'd not
Safe at their Mothers breasts, your very Cloysters
Were not secure, your starting-holes of refuge
Not free from danger, nor your lives your own:
In this most desperate Ecstasie, my Father,
This aged man, not only undertook
To guard your lives, but did so; and beat off
The daring foe; for you he pawn'd his lands,
To pay your Souldiers, who without their pay
Refus'd to strike a bl
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