e words, _Antinous_:
For here's the place, and persons that have power,
To reconcile you to his love again.

Antinous:

That were a fortunate meeting.

[Enter _Cassilane_, and _Arcanes_.]

Cassilanes:

Greatness still wait you Lady.

Erota:

Good _Cassilane_, we do maintain our greatness,
Through your valour.

Cassilanes:

My prayers pull daily blessings on thy head,
My un-offending child, my _Annophel_.
Good Prince, worthy _Gonzalo_! ha? art thou here
Before me? in every action art thou ambitious?
My duty (Lady) first offered here,
And love to thee (my child) though he out-strip me;
Thus in the wars he got the start on me,
By being forward, but performing less;
All the endeavours of my life are lost,
And thrown upon that evil of mine own
Cursed begetting, whom I shame to father.
O that the heat thou rob'dst me of, had burnt
Within my Entrails, and begot a feaver,
Or some worse sickness, for thou art a disease
Sharper than any Physick gives a name to.

Annophel:

Why do you say so?

Cassilanes:

O _Annophil_; there is good cause my girle:
He has plaid the thief with me, and filch'd away
The richest jewel of my life, my honour,
Wearing it publickly with that applause,
As if he justly did inherit it.

Antinous:

Would I had in my Infancy 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