I may want answers, Lady,
      But never want a will to do you service. 
      I came here to my Sister, to take leave,
      Having enjoyn’d my self to banishment,
      For some cause that hereafter you may hear,
      And wish with me I had not the occasion.

Annophel: 

      There shall be no occasion to divide us: 
      Dear Madam for my sake use your power,
      Even for the service that he ought to owe,
      Must, and does owe to you, his friends, and country.

Erota: 

      Upon your Loyalty to the state and me,
      I do command you Sir, not depart Candy: 
      Am I not your Princess?

Antinous: 

      You are a great Lady.

Erota: 

      Then shew your self a Servant and a Subject.

Antinous: 

      I am your vassal.

Mochingo: 

      You are a Coward; I that dare not fight,
      Scorn to be vassail to any Prince in Europe: 
      Great is my heart with pride, which I’le encrease
257] When they are gone, with practise on my Vassals.

Attendants: 

      The noble Cassilane is come to see you Madam.

Decius: 

      There’s comfort in those words, Antinous: 
      For here’s the place, and persons that have power,
      To reconcile you to his love again.

Antinous: 

      That were a fortunate meeting.

      [Enter Cassilane, and Arcanes.]

Cassilanes: 

      Greatness still wait you Lady.

Erota: 

      Good Cassilane, we do maintain our greatness,
      Through your valour.

Cassilanes: 

      My prayers pull daily blessings on thy head,
      My un-offending child, my Annophel. 
      Good Prince, worthy Gonzalo! ha? art thou here
      Before me? in every action art thou ambitious? 
      My duty (Lady) first offered here,
      And love to thee (my child) though he out-strip me;
      Thus in the wars he got the start on me,
      By being forward, but performing less;
      All the endeavours of my life are lost,
      And thrown upon that evil of mine own
      Cursed begetting, whom I shame to father. 
      O that the heat thou rob’dst me of, had burnt
      Within my Entrails, and begot a feaver,
      Or some worse sickness, for thou art a disease
      Sharper than any Physick gives a name to.

Annophel: 

      Why do you say so?

Cassilanes: 

      O Annophil; there is good cause my girle: 
      He has plaid the thief with me, and filch’d away
      The richest jewel of my life, my honour,
      Wearing it publickly with that applause,
      As if he justly did inherit it.

Antinous: