O I applaud
      Your ready care, and secresie.

Erota: 

      Gonzalo,
      There is a bar yet, ’twixt our hopes and us,
      And that must be remov’d.

Gonzalo: 

      What is’t?

Erota: 

      Old Cassilane.

Gonzalo: 

      Ha? fear not him:  I build upon his ruines
      Already.

Erota: 

      I would find a smoother course
      To shift him off.

Gonzalo: 

      As how?

Erota: 

      We’l talk in private,
      I have a ready plot.

Gonzalo: 

      I shall adore you.

[Exeunt.

      [Enter Fernando, a[n]d Annophel]

Fernando: 

      Madam, although I hate unnoble practices,
      And therefore have perform’d no more than what
      I ought, for honours safety:  yet Annophel,
      Thy love hath been the spur, to urge me forward
      For speedier diligence.

Annophel: 

      Sir your own fame
      And memory will best reward themselves.

Fernando: 

      All gain is loss (sweet beauty) if I miss
      My comforts here:  The Brother and the Sister
      Have double conquer’d me, but thou maist triumph.

Annophel: 

Good Sir, I have a Father.
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Fernando: 

      Yes, a brave one;
      Could’st thou obscure thy beauty, yet the happiness
      Of being but his Daughter, were a dower
      Fit for a Prince:  what say ye?

Annophel: 

      You have deserv’d
      As much as I should grant.

Fernando: 

      By this fair hand
      I take possession.

Annophel: 

      What in words I dare not,
      Imagine in my silence.

Fernando: 

      Thou art all vertue.

      [Enter Cassilanes, and Arcanes]

Cassilanes: 

      I’le tell thee how:  Baldwin the Emperour,
      Pretending title, more through tyranny,
      Than right of conquest, or descent, usurp’d
      The stile of Lord o’re all the Grecian Islands,
      And under colour of an amity
      With Creet, prefer’d the Marquess Mountferato
      To be our Governor; the Cretians vex’d
      By the ambitious Turks, in hope of aid
      From the Emperour, receiv’d for General,
      This Mountferato; he (the wars appeased)
      Plots with the state of Venice and takes money
      Of them for Candy:  they paid well, he steals
      Away in secret; since which time, that right
      The state of Venice claims o’re Candy, is
      By purchase, not inheritance or Conquest: 
      And hence grows all our quarrel.