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b'd, In such humility, in such obedience, That you your self will judge it tyranny Not to receive it favourably. Cassilanes: Hey-day! Good words my Masters: this is Court-infection, And none but Cowards ply them: tell me, _Decius_, Without more circumstance, who is the Sender? Decius: Your most griev'd Son, _Antinous_. Cassilanes: On my life A Challenge; speak, as thou art worthy, speak; I'll answer't. Decius: Honour'd Sir. Cassilanes: No honour'd Sirs-- Fool your young Idol with such pompous Attributes. Say briefly, what contains it? Decius: 'Tis a lowly Petition for your favour. Cassilanes: Rash young man, But that thou art under my own roof, and know'st I dare not any way infringe the Laws Of Hospitality, thou should'st repent Thy bold and rude intrusion. But presume not Again to shew thy Letter, for thy life; _Decius_, not for thy life. Arcanes: Nay then, (my Lord) I can with-hold no longer; you are too rough, And wrestle against nature with a violence More than becomes a Father; wherein would ye Come nearer to the likeness of God, Than in your being entreated? Let not thirst Of Honour, make you quite forget you are A Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comforts A Father. Annophel: If a memory remain Of my departed Mother; if the purity 270] Of her unblemish'd faith deserve to live In your remembrance, let me yet by these Awake your love to my uncomforted Brother. Fernando: I am a Stranger, but so much I tender Your Sons desertful Vertues, that I vow His Sword ne'r conquer'd me so absolutely, As shall your courtesie, if you vouchsafe At all our instances, to new receive him Into your wonted favour. Gaspero: Sir, you cannot Require more low submission. Annophel: Am I not Grown vile yet in your eyes? then by the name Of Father, let me once more sue for him, Who is the only now remaining Branch With me, of that most ancient root, whose Body You are, dear Sir. Cassilanes: 'Tis well, an host of furies Could not have baited me more torturingly, More rudely, or more most unnaturally. _Decius_, I say, let me no mor
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