ll inform you more;
Yet I can tell you what I think will grieve you,
The Old Man is in want and angry still,
And poverty is the Bellows to the Coal
More than distaste from you as I imagine.
Antinous:
What's here? how's this? It cannot be! now sure
My griefs delude my senses.
Erota:
In his looks
I read a world of Changes; _Decius_, mark
With what a sad amazement he surveys
The News; canst thou guess what 'tis?
Decius:
None good, I fear.
Erota:
I fear so too; and then--
Antinous:
It is her hand.
Erota:
Are you not well?
Antinous:
Too well: if I were ought
But Rock, this Letter would conclude my miseries,
Peruse it (Lady) and resolve me then,
In what a case I stand.
Decius:
Sir, the worst is,
Your Fathers lowness and distaste.
Antinous:
No, _Decius_,
My Sister writes _Fernando_ has made suit
For love to her; and to express sincerely
His constant truth, hath like a noble Gentleman,
Discovered plots of treachery; contriv'd
By false _Gonzalo_, not intending more
The utter ruine of our house, than generally
_Candies_ Confusion.
Decius:
'Tis a generous part
Of young _Fernando_.
Antinous:
'Tis, and I could wish
All thrift to his affections, _Decius_.
You find the sum on't, Madam.
Erota:
Yes, I do.
Antinous:
And can you now yet think a heart opprest
With such a throng of cares, can entertain
279] An amorous thought? Love frees all toils but one,
Calamity and it can ill agree.
Erota:
Wil't please you speak my doom?
Antinous:
Alas, great Lady,
Why will you flatter thus a desperate Man
That is quite cast away? O had you not
Procur'd the Senates Warrant to enforce
My stay, I had not heard of these sad News.
What would ye have me do?
Erota:
Love me, or kill me,
One word shall sentence either; for as Truth
Is just, if you refuse me, I am resolute
Not to out-live my thraldome.
Antinous:
Gentle Lady.
Erota:
Say, must I live, or dye?
Decius:
My Lord, how can you
Be so inexorable? here's Occasion
Of succouring your Father in his wants
Securely profer'd, pray Sir, entertain it.
Erota:
What is my sen
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