Candy, I say, is lost already.

Fernando: 

      Yes,
      If to be conqueror be to be lost.

Gonzalo: 

      You have it; one days conquest hath undone them. 
      And sold them to their vassalage; for what
      Have I else toyl’d my brains, profusely emptied
      My moneys, but to make them slaves to Venice,
      That so in case the sword did lose his edge,
      Then art might sharpen hers?

Fernando: 

      Gonzalo how?

Gonzalo: 

      Fernando thus:  you see how through this Land,
      Both of the best and basest I am honour’d;
      I only gave the State of Venice notice,
      When, where, and how to land, or you had found
262] A better entertainment:  I was he
      Encourag’d young Antinous to affront
      The Devil his Father:  for the Devil I think
      Dares not do more in battel.

Fernando: 

      But why did ye? 
      I find no such great policie in that.

Gonzalo: 

      Indeed Fernando, thou canst fight, not plot: 
      Had they continu’d one, they two alone
      Were of sufficient courage and performance
      To beat an Armie.

Fernando: 

      Now by all my hopes,
      I rather shall admire, than envy vertue.

Gonzalo: 

      Why then by all your hopes you’l rather have
      Your Brains knockt out, than learn how to be wise;
      You States-man?  Well Sir, I did more than this,
      When Cassilane crav’d from the common treasure
      Pay for his Souldiers, I strook home, and lent him
      An hundred thousand Duckets.

Fernando: 

      Marry Sir,
      The policy was little, the love l[e]ss,
      And honesty least of all.

Gonzalo: 

      How say ye by that? 
      Go fight, I say goe fight, I’le talk no more with you,
      You are insensible.

Fernando: 

      Well, I shall observe ye.

Gonzalo: 

      Why look you Sir, by this means have I got
      The greatest part of Cassilanes estate
      Into my hands, which he can ne’re redeem,
      But must of force sink:  do you conceive me now?

Fernando: 

      So: 
      But why have you importuned the Senate,
      For me to sojourn with them?

Gonzalo: 

      There’s the quintessence,
      The soul, and grand elixir of my wit: 
      For he (according to his noble nature)
      Will not be known to want, though he do want,
      And will be bankrupted so much the sooner,
      And made the subject of our scorn and laughter.

Fernando: 

      Here’s a perfect plotted stratagem.

Gonzalo: