[Enter Antinous, and Decius.]

Antinous: 

      Royal Lady, I kiss your hand.

Erota: 

      Sir, I know you not.

Annophel: 

      O my noble Brother, welcom from the wars.

Antinous: 

      Dear Sister.

Annophel: 

      Where is my Father, that you come without him? 
      We have news of your success:  he has his health I hope?

Antinous: 

      Yes Sister, he has his health, but is not well.

Annophel: 

      How not well? what Riddles do yo[u] utter?

Antinous: 

      I’le tell you more in private.

Gonzalo: 

      Noble Sir,
      I cannot be unmindfull of your merit,
      Since I last heard it:  you are a hopefull youth,
      And (indeed) the Soul of Candy. 
      I must speak my thoughts.

Annophel: 

      The Prince of Cyprus Brother, good Decius.

Antinous: 

      I am his Servant.

Philander: 

      You are the Patron of your Countrie, Sir,
      So your unimitable deeds proclaim you,
      It is no language of my own, but all mens.

Gonzalo: 

      Your Enemies must needs acknowledge it: 
      Then do not think it flatterie in your friends,
      For if they had a heart, they could not want a tongue.

Erota: 

      Is this your Brother Annophil?

Annophel: 

      Yes Madam.

Erota: 

Your name’s Antinous?
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Antinous: 

      I am (Lady) that most unfortunate man.

Erota: 

      How unfortunate? are you not the Souldier,
      The Captain of those Captains, that did bring
      Conquest and Victory home along with you?

Antinous: 

      I had some share in’t; but was the least
      Of the least worthy.

Gonzalo: 

      O Sir, in your modesty you’ld make
      A double Conquest:  I was an ear-witness
      When this young man spoke lesser than he acted,
      And had the Souldiers voice to help him out: 
      But that the Law compell’d him for his honour,
      To inforce him make a claim for his reward,
      I well perceive he would have stood the man
      That he does now, buried his worth in silence.

Erota: 

      Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you,
      And find more in you than he can relate: 
      You shall attend on me.

Antinous: 

      Madam, your pardon.

Erota: 

      Deny it not Sir, for it is more honour
      Than you have gotten i’th’ field:  for know you shall,
      Upon Erota’s asking, serve Erota.

Antinous: