Would I had in my Infancy been laid
      Within my grave, covered with your blessings rather
      Than grown up to a man, to meet your curses.

Cassilanes: 

      O that thou hadst. 
      Then I had been the Father of a child,
      Dearer than thou wert ever unto me,
      When hope perswaded me I had begot
      Another self in thee:  Out of mine eyes,
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      That I may live and dye forgetting thee.

Erota: 

      How has he deserv’d this untam’d anger,
      That when he might have ask’t for his reward
      Some honour for himself, or mass of pelf,
      He only did request to have erected
      Your Statue in the Capitol, with Titles
      Ingrav’d upon’t, The Patron of his Countrey?

Cassilanes: 

      That, that’s the poison in the gilded cup,
      The Serpent in the flowers, that stings my honour,
      And leaves me dead in fame:  Gods do a justice,
      And rip his bosom up, that men may see,
      Seeing, believe the subtle practises
      Written within his heart:  But I am heated,
      And do forget this presence, and my self. 
      Your pardon, Lady.

Erota: 

      You should not ask, ’less you knew how to give. 
      For my sake Cassilane, cast out of your thoughts
      All ill conceptions of your worthy son,
      That (questionless) has ignorantly offended,
      Declared in his penitence.

Cassilanes: 

      Bid me dye, Lady, for your sake I’le do it;
      But that you’l say is nothing, for a man
      That has out-liv’d his honour:  But command me
      In any thing save that, and Cassilane
      Shall ever be your servant.  Come Annophel,
      (My joy in this world) thou shalt live with me,
      (Retired in some solitarie nook,)
      The comfort of my age; my dayes are short,
      And ought to be well spent:  and I desire
      No other witness of them but thy self,
      And good Arcanes.

Annophel: 

      I shall obey you Sir.

Gonzalo: 

      Noble Sir: 
      If you taste any want of worldly means,
      Let not that discontent you:  know me your friend,
      That hath, and can supply you.

Cassilanes: 

      Sir, I am too much bound to you already,
      And ’tis not of my cares the least, to give you
      Fair satisfaction.
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Gonzalo: 

      You may imagine I do speak to that end,
      But trust me, ’tis to make you bolder with me.

Cassilanes: 

      Sir, I thank you, and may make trial of you,
      Mean time my service.

Annophel: