The Laws of Candy Part 5

It is granted. What more?

Antinous:

No more.

Ca.s.silanes:

How Boy?

Gonzalo:

Thou art immortal, Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties Of an unconquer'd minde.

Antinous:

My Prisoner, Lords, To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender: Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give For largess to the Souldiers: the other half To the erection of this monument.

Ca.s.silanes:

Ambitious villain.

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Gonzalo:

Thou art all un-imitable.

My Lords, to work a certain peace for _Candy_ With _Venice_, use _Fernando_ like a Prince; His ransom I'le disburse what e're it be: Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions Of amitie shall be concluded on: Are ye content?

Porphycio:

We are, and ever rest Both friends and debters to your n.o.bleness.

Gonzalo:

Souldiers attend me in the Market-place, Fie thither send your largess.

Souldiers:

_Antinous, Antinous_.

[Exeunt.

Ca.s.silanes:

I have a sute too, Lords.

Porphycio Possenne:

Propose it, 'tis yours, if fit and just.

Ca.s.silanes:

Let not my services, My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse To you, and to the State, be branded now With Ignominy ne're to be forgotten: Rear me no Monument, unless you mean To have me fam'd a Coward, and be stamp'd so.

Possenne:

We understand you not.

Ca.s.silanes:

Proud boy, thou dost, And Tyrant-like insult'st upon my shame.

Antinous:

Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity, What I did, was but only to inforce The Senates grat.i.tude. I now acknowledge it.

Ca.s.silanes:

Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours: He knows no mention can of me be made, But that it ever likewise must be told, How I by him was master'd; and for surety That all succeeding times may so report it, He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs Ingrav'd in Bra.s.s: hence, hence proceeds the falshood Of his insinuating piety.

Thou art no child of mine: thee and thy bloud, Here in the Capitol, before the Senate, I utterly renounce: So thrift and fate Confirm me; henceforth never see my face, Be, as thou art, a villain to thy Father.

250] Lords I must crave your leaves: come, come _Arcanes_.

[Ex.

Gonzalo:

Here's a strange high-born spirit.

Possenne:

'Tis but heat Of suddain present rage; I dare a.s.sure _Antinous_ of his favour.

Antinous:

I not doubt it, He is both a good man, and a good Father.

I shall attend your Lords.h.i.+ps.

Possenne:

Do _Antinous_.

Gonzalo:

Yes: feast thy Triumphs With applause and pleasures.

Porphycio Possenne:

Lead on.