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Ye are in a ready way.
Gonzalo:
I was never out on't.
[Enter _Gaspero_]
Gonzalo:
Peace, Here comes a wise c.o.xcombe, a tame Coward.
Now worthy _Gaspero_, what, You come (I know) to be my Lord _Fernando_'s Conducter to old _Ca.s.silane_?
Gaspero:
To wait upon him.
Gonzalo:
And my Lords the Senators sent you?
Gaspero:
My n.o.ble Lord they did.
Gonzalo:
My Lord _Fernando_, This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him) Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word, 'Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser Than honest, nor more honest than approv'd In truth and faith.
Gaspero:
My Lord.
Gonzalo:
You may be bold To trust him with your bosom, he'l not deceive If you relie upon him once.
[Fernando]:
Your name is _Gaspero_?
Gaspero:
Your servant.
Gonzalo:
Go commend me (Right honest _Gaspero_) commend me heartily To n.o.ble _Ca.s.silane_, tell him my love Is vow'd to him.
Gaspero:
I shall.
Gonzalo:
I know you will.
My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.
Fernando:
Sir, you are now my guide.
[Exit.
Gonzalo:
Thus my designs Run uncontroul'd; yet _Venice_ though I be Intelligencer to thee, in my brain Are other large Projects: for if proud _Erota_ Bend to my lure, I will be _Candy's_ King, 264] And Duke of _Venice_ too. Ha? _Venice_ too?
O 'twas prettily shov'd in: why not? _Erota_ May in her love seal all sure: if she swallow The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet _Candy_ Despight of all her power shall be ruin'd.
[Enter _Ca.s.silane_, _Arcanes_, and _Annophel_]
Ca.s.silanes:
Urge me no farther _Annopbel_.
Annophel:
My Lord.
Ca.s.silanes:
Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy; For though 'tis true, this solitary life Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child, Yet 'tis the sweetest Guardian to protect Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady Tender and delicate in years and graces, That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure, Is s.h.i.+p-wrackt on the sh.o.r.e; for 'tis much safer To trust the Ocean in a leaking s.h.i.+p, Than follow greatness in the wanton rites Of luxurie and sloth.
Annophel:
My wishes Sir, Have never soar'd a higher flight, than truly To find occasion wherein I might witness My duty and obedience.
Ca.s.silanes:
'Tis well said, Canst thou forbear to laugh _Arcanes_?
Arcanes:
Why Sir?
Ca.s.silanes:
To look upon my beggerie, to look upon My patience in my beggerie: Tell me, Does it shew handsom? bravely?
Handsom? thou wilt flatter me, And swear that I am miserable.
