Brother be comforted; so long as I continue
      Within my Fathers love, you cannot long
      Stand out an Exile:  I must goe live with him,
      And I will prove so good an Orator
      In your behalf, that you again shall gain him,
      Or I will stir in him another anger,
      And be lost with you.

Antinous: 

      Better I were neglected:  for he is hasty,
      And through the Choler that abounds in him,
      (Which for the time divides from him his judgement)
      He may cast you off, and with you his life;
      For grief will straight surprize him, and that way
      Must be his death:  the sword has try’d too often,
      And all the deadly Instruments of war
      Have aim’d at his great heart, but ne’re could touch it: 
      Yet not a limb about him wants a scar.

Cassilanes: 

      Madam my duty—­

Erota: 

      Will you be gone?

Cassilanes: 

      I must, Lady, but I shall be ready,
      When you are pleas’d command me, for your service. 
      Excellent Prince—­To all my heartie love,
      And a good Farewel.

Mochingo: 

      Thanks honest Cassilane.

Cassilanes: 

      Come Annophel.

Gonzalo: 

      Shall I not wait upon you Sir?

Cassilanes: 

      From hence you shall not stir a foot: 
      Loving Gonzalo, it must be all my study
      To requite you.

Gonzalo: 

      If I may be so fortunate to deserve
      The name of friend from you, I have enough.

Cassilanes: 

      You are so, and you have made your self so.

Gonzalo: 

      I will then preserve it.

Erota: 

      Antinous you are my servant, are you not?

Antinous: 

      It hath pleased you so to grace me.

Erota: 

      Why are you then dejected? you will say,
      You have lost a father; but you have found a Mistris
260] Doubles that loss:  be master of your spirit;
      You have a cause for it, which is my favour.

Gonzalo: 

      And mine.

Erota: 

      Will no man ease me of this fool?

Gonzalo: 

      Your fellow.

Erota: 

      Antinous wait upon us.

Antinous: 

      I shall Madam.

Gonzalo: 

      Nay but Ladie, Ladie.

Erota: 

      Sir, you are rude:  and if you be the Master
      Of such means as you do talk of, you should
      Learn good manners.

Gonzalo: 

      O Lady, you can find a fault in me,
      But not perceive it in your self:  you must, shall hear me: 
      I love you for your pride, ’tis the best vertue
      In you.