Prethee _Annophel_.

Annophel:

Why would ye urge me to a mercy which
You in your self allow not?

Cassilanes:

'Tis the Law,
That if the party who complains, remit
The offender, he is freed: is't not so Lords?

Porphycio Possenne:

'Tis so.

Cassilanes:

_Antinous_, By my shame observe
What a close witch-craft popular applause is:
296] I am awak'd, and with clear eyes behold
The Lethargie wherein my reason long
Hath been be-charm'd: live, live, my matchless son,
Blest in thy Fathers blessing; much more blest
In thine own vertues: let me dew thy cheeks
With my unmanly tears: Rise, I forgive thee:
And good _Antinous_, if I shall be thy Father
Forgive me: I can speak no more.

Antinous:

Dear Sir,
You new beget me now--Madam your pardon,
I heartily remit you.

Erota:

I as freely
Discharge thee _Cassilane_.

Annophel:

My gracious Lords,
Repute me not a blemish to my Sex,
In that I strove to cure a desperate evil
With a more violent remedy: your lives,
Your honours are your own.

Philander:

Then with consent
Be reconcil'd on all sides: Please you Fathers
To take your places.

Possenne:

Let us again ascend,
With joy and thankfulness to Heaven: and now
To other business Lords.

[Enter _Gaspero_, and _Melitus_, with _Gonzalo_]

Melitus:

Two hours and more Sir,
The Senate hath been set.

Gonzalo:

And I not know it?
Who sits with them?

Melitus:

My Lord, the Prince of _Cyprus_.

Gonzalo:

Gaspero,
Why how comes that to pass?

Gaspero:

Some weighty cause
I warrant you.

Gonzalo:

Now Lords the business? ha?
Who's here, _Erota_?

Porphycio:

Secretarie do your charge
Upon that Traitor.

Gonzalo:

Traitor?
297]

Gaspero:

Yes, _Gonzalo_, Traitor,
Of treason to the peace and state of _Candy_,
I do arrest thee.

Gonzalo:

Me? thou Dog?

[Enter _Fernando_, and _Michael_]

Michael:

With Licence
From this grave Senate, I arrest thee likewise
Of treason to the State of _Venice_.

Gonzalo:

Ha?
Is _Michael_ here? nay then I see
I am undone.

Erota:

I shall not be your Queen,
Your Dutch