That all succeeding times may so report it,
      He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs
      Ingrav’d in Brass:  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 assure Antinous of his favour.

Antinous: 

      I not doubt it,
      He is both a good man, and a good Father. 
      I shall attend your Lordships.

Possenne: 

      Do Antinous.

Gonzalo: 

      Yes:  feast thy Triumphs
      With applause and pleasures.

Porphycio Possenne: 

      Lead on.

[Exeunt.  Flor.  Cornets.

Antinous: 

      I utterly renounce—­’Twas so? 
      Was’t not, my Decius?

Decius: 

      Pish, you know, my Lord,
      Old men are cholerick.

Antinous: 

      And lastly parted
      With, never henceforth see my face:  O me,
      How have I lost a Father?  Such a Father! 
      Such a one Decius!  I am miserable,
      Beyond expression.

Decius: 

      Fie, how unbecoming
      This shews upon your day of fame!

Antinous: 

      O mischief! 
      I must no more come near him; that I know,
      And am assur’d on’t.

Decius: 

      Say you do not?

Antinous: 

      True: 
      Put case I do not:  what is Candy then
      To lost Antinous? Malta, I resolve
      To end my dayes in thee.

Decius: 

      How’s that?

Antinous: 

      I’le trie
      All humble means of being reconcil’d,
      Which if deny’d, then I may justly say,
      This day has prov’d my worst:  Decius, my worst.

[Exeunt.

251] Actus Secundus

Scena Prima

      [Enter Gonzalo, and Gaspero]

Gaspero: 

      Now to what you have heard; as no man can
      Better than I, give you her Character;
      For I have been both nurs’d, and train’d up to
      Her petulant humours, and been glad to bear them,
      Her Brother, my late Master, did no less: 
      Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath
      Made her believe that she is more than woman: 
      And as there did not want those flatterers