Why? could you
263] Imagine, that I did not hate in heart
      My Countryes enemies? yes, yes, Fernando,
      And I will be the man that shall undoe them.

Fernando: 

      Ye are in a ready way.

Gonzalo: 

      I was never out on’t.

      [Enter Gaspero]

Gonzalo: 

      Peace,
      Here comes a wise Coxcombe, a tame Coward. 
      Now worthy Gaspero, what,
      You come (I know) to be my Lord Fernando’s
      Conducter to old Cassilane?

Gaspero: 

      To wait upon him.

Gonzalo: 

      And my Lords the Senators sent you?

Gaspero: 

      My noble Lord they did.

Gonzalo: 

      My Lord Fernando,
      This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him)
      Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word,
      ’Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser
      Than honest, nor more honest than approv’d
      In truth and faith.

Gaspero: 

      My Lord.

Gonzalo: 

      You may be bold
      To trust him with your bosom, he’l not deceive
      If you relie upon him once.

[Fernando]: 

      Your name is Gaspero?

Gaspero: 

      Your servant.

Gonzalo: 

      Go commend me
      (Right honest Gaspero) commend me heartily
      To noble Cassilane, tell him my love
      Is vow’d to him.

Gaspero: 

      I shall.

Gonzalo: 

      I know you will. 
      My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.

Fernando: 

      Sir, you are now my guide.

[Exit.

Gonzalo: 

      Thus my designs
      Run uncontroul’d; yet Venice though I be
      Intelligencer to thee, in my brain
      Are other large Projects:  for if proud Erota
      Bend to my lure, I will be Candy’s King,
264] And Duke of Venice too.  Ha? Venice too? 
      O ’twas prettily shov’d in:  why not? Erota
      May in her love seal all sure:  if she swallow
      The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet Candy
      Despight of all her power shall be ruin’d.

      [Enter Cassilane, Arcanes, and Annophel]

Cassilanes: 

      Urge me no farther Annopbel.

Annophel: 

      My Lord.

Cassilanes: 

      Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy;
      For though ’tis true, this solitary life
      Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child,
      Yet ’tis the sweetest Guardian to protect
      Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady
      Tender and delicate in years and graces,