t my will
(Since Heaven denies us Issue of our own)
Must leave the fruit of all my care and travel
To an unthankfull Brother that insults
On my Calamity.

_Viol_.

I will rather choose
A Bastard from the Hospital and adopt him,
And nourish him as mine own.

_Hen_.

Such an evasion
(My _Violante_) is forbid to us;
Happy the Romane State, where it was lawfull,
(If our own Sons were vicious) to choose one
Out of a vertuous Stock, though of poor Parents,
And make him noble. But the laws of _Spain_,
(Intending to preserve all ancient Houses)
Prevent such free elections; with this, my Brother's
Too well acquainted, and this makes him bold to
Reign o're me, as a Master.

_Viol_.

I will fire
The Portion I brought with me, e're he spend
A Royal of it: no Quirck left? no Quiddit
That may defeat him?

_Hen_.

Were I but confirmed,
That you would take the means I use with patience,
As I must practise it with my dishonour,
I could lay level with the earth his hopes
That soar above the clouds with expectation
To see me in my grave.
_Viol_. Effect but this,
And our revenge shall be to us a Son
That shall inherit for us.

_Hen_.

Do not repent
When 'tis too late.

_Viol_.

I fear not what may fall
He dispossess'd that does usurp on all.

[_Exeunt_.

_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_.

_Enter_ Leandro, (_with a letter writ out_) Milanes, _and_ Arsenio.

_Mil_.

Can any thing but wonder?

_Lea_.

Wonder on,
I am as ye see, and, what will follow, Gentlemen?

_Ars_.

Why dost thou put on this form? what can this do?
Thou lookest most sillily.

_Mil_.

Like a young Clerk,
A half pin'd-puppy that would write for a Royal.
Is this a commanding shape to win a beauty?
To what use, what occasion?

_Lean_.

Peace, ye are fools,
More silly than my out-side seems, ye are ignorant;
They that pretend to wonders must weave cunningly.

_Ars_.

What manner of access can this get? or if gotten
What credit in her eyes?

_Lean_.

Will ye but leave me?

_Mil_.

Me thinks a young man and a handsom Gentleman
(But sure thou