Arcanes: 

      You must not cross him.

Gaspero: 

      Not for Candy’s Wealth.

Fernando: 

      You shall for ever make me yours.

Annophel: 

      ’Twere pity to double your Captivity.

Arcanes: 

      Who’s here, Decius?

      [Enter Decius]

Cassilanes: 

      Ha! Decius? who nam’d Decius?

Decius: 

      My duty to your Lordship, I am bold,
      Presuming on your noble, and known goodness
      To—­

Cassilanes: 

      What?

Decius: 

Present you with this—­
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Cassilanes: 

      Letter?

Decius: 

      Yes, my honour’d Lord.

Cassilanes: 

      From whom?

Decius: 

      ’Please you peruse
      The inside, and you shall find a name subscrib’d,
      In such humility, in such obedience,
      That you your self will judge it tyranny
      Not to receive it favourably.

Cassilanes: 

      Hey-day! 
      Good words my Masters:  this is Court-infection,
      And none but Cowards ply them:  tell me, Decius,
      Without more circumstance, who is the Sender?

Decius: 

      Your most griev’d Son, Antinous.

Cassilanes: 

      On my life
      A Challenge; speak, as thou art worthy, speak;
      I’ll answer’t.

Decius: 

      Honour’d Sir.

Cassilanes: 

      No honour’d Sirs—­
      Fool your young Idol with such pompous Attributes. 
      Say briefly, what contains it?

Decius: 

      ’Tis a lowly
      Petition for your favour.

Cassilanes: 

Rash young man, But that thou art under my own roof, and know’st I dare not any way infringe the Laws Of Hospitality, thou should’st repent Thy bold and rude intrusion.  But presume not Again to shew thy Letter, for thy life; Decius, not for thy life.

Arcanes: 

      Nay then, (my Lord)
      I can with-hold no longer; you are too rough,
      And wrestle against nature with a violence
      More than becomes a Father; wherein would ye
      Come nearer to the likeness of God,
      Than in your being entreated?  Let not thirst
      Of Honour, make you quite forget you are
      A Man, and what makes perfect manhoods, comforts
      A Father.

Annophel: 

      If a memory remain
      Of my departed Mother; if the purity
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      In your remembrance, let me yet by these
      Awake your love to my uncomforted Brother.

Fernando: