Sir, remember that you promis’d no occasion
      Should move your patience.

Cassilanes: 

      Thou do’st chide me friendly,
      He shall not have the honour to be thought upon
      Amongst us.

      [Enter a Servant.]

Now? the news?
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Servant: 

      The Secretarie,
      With the Venetian prisoner, desire
      Admittance to your Lordship.

Cassilanes: 

      How? to me? 
      What mysterie is this? Arcanes can they,
      Thinkst thou, mean any good?

Arcanes: 

      My Lord, they dare not
      Intend ought else but good.

Cassilanes: 

’Tis true, they dare not; Arcanes welcom them:  Come hither Annophel, Stand close to me, we’l change our affability Into a form of State:  and they shall know Our heart is still our own.

      [Enter Arcanes, Fernando, and Gaspero.]

Arcanes: 

      My Lord—­

Cassilanes: 

Arcanes, I know them both:  Fernando, as you are A man of greatness, I should under-value The right my sword hath fought for, to observe Low-fawning complements, but as you are A Captive and a stranger, I can love you, And must be kind.  You are welcom.

Fernando: 

      ’Tis the all
      Of my ambition.

Gaspero: 

      And for proof how much
      He truly honours your heroick vertues,
      The Senate on his importunity,
      Commend him to your Lordships guard.

Cassilanes: 

      For what?

Gaspero: 

      During the time of his abode in Candy,
      To be your houshold guest.

Fernando: 

      Wherein my Lord,
      You shall more make me debtor to your nobleness,
      Than if you had return’d me without ransom.

Cassilanes: 

      Are you in earnest Sir?

Fernando: 

      My sute to the Senate
      Shall best resolve you that.

Cassilanes: 

      Come hither Secretarie,
      Look that this be no trick now put upon me: 
267] For if it be—­Sirrah—­

Gaspero: 

      As I have troth
      (My Lord) it only is a favour granted
      Upon Fernando’s motion, from himself: 
      Your Lordship must conceive, I’de not partake
      Ought, but what should concern your honour; Who
      Has been the prop, our Countries shield, and safety,
      But the renowned Cassilane?

Cassilanes: 

      Applause? 
      Is Gaspero—­puff—­nothing—­why, young Lord,
      Would you so much be sequester’d from those
      That are the blazing Comets of the time,
      To live a solitary