That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure,
      Is ship-wrackt on the shore; for ’tis much safer
      To trust the Ocean in a leaking ship,
      Than follow greatness in the wanton rites
      Of luxurie and sloth.

Annophel: 

      My wishes Sir,
      Have never soar’d a higher flight, than truly
      To find occasion wherein I might witness
      My duty and obedience.

Cassilanes: 

      ’Tis well said,
      Canst thou forbear to laugh Arcanes?

Arcanes: 

      Why Sir?

Cassilanes: 

      To look upon my beggerie, to look upon
      My patience in my beggerie:  Tell me,
      Does it shew handsom? bravely? 
      Handsom? thou wilt flatter me,
      And swear that I am miserable.

Arcanes: 

      Nothing
      More glorifies the noble, and the valiant,
      Than to despise contempt:  if you continue
      But to enjoy your self, you in your self
      Enjoy all store besides.

Cassilanes: 

      An excellent change: 
      I that some seven Apprentice-ships commanded
      A hundred Ministers, that waited on
265] My nod, and sometimes twenty thousand souldiers,
      Am now retir’d, attended in my age
      By one poor maid, follow’d by one old man.

Arcanes: 

      Sir, you are lower in your own repute
      Than you have reason for.

Cassilanes: 

      The Roman Captains,
      I mean the best, such as with their blouds
      Purchas’d their Countreys peace, the Empires glorie,
      Were glad at last to get them to some Farmes,
      Off-from the clamours of the ingratefull great ones,
      And the unsteady multitude, to live
      As I do now, and ’twas their blessing too,
      Let it be ours Arcanes.

Arcanes: 

      I cannot but
      Applaud your scorn of injuries.

Cassilanes: 

      Of injuries?
      Arcanes, Annophel, lend both your hands. 
      So, what say ye now?

Arcanes: 

      Why now my Lord—­

Cassilanes: 

      I swear
      By all my past prosperities; thus standing
      Between you two, I think my self as great,
      As mighty, as if in the Capitol
      I stood amidst the Senators, with all
      The Cretan subjects prostrate at my feet.

Annophel: 

      Sir, you are here more safe.

Cassilanes: 

      And more beloved: 
      Why look ye Sirs, I can forget the weakness
      Of the traduced Souldiers, the negleft
      Of the fair-spoken Senate, the impietie
      Of him, the villain, whom (to my dishonour)
      The World miscalls my son. 
      But by the—­

Arcanes: