Possenne: 

      Lord Cassilane,
      What strange distemperature provokes distrust
      Of our impartiality? be sure
      We’l flatter no mans injuries.
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Cassilanes: 

      ’Tis well;
      You have a Law, Lords, that without remorse
      Dooms such as are belepred with the curse
      Of foul ingratitude unto death.

Porphycio: 

      We have.

Cassilanes: 

      Then do me justice.

      [Enter Antinous, Decius, Erota, Hyparcha.]

Decius: 

      Mad-man, whither run’st thou?

Antinous: 

      Peace Decius, I am deaf.

Hyparcha: 

      Will you forget
      Your greatness, and your modesty?

Erota Hyparcha: 

      leave, I will not hear.

Antinous: 

      Lady; great, gentle, Lady.

Erota: 

      Prethee young man forbear to interrupt me,
      Triumph not in thy fortunes; I will speak.

Possenne: 

      More uproars yet! who are they that disturb us?

Cassilanes: 

      The viper’s come; his fears have drawn him hither,
      And now, my Lords, be Ch[ro]nicled for ever,
      And give me justice against this vile Monster,
      This bastard of my bloud.

Erota: 

      ’Tis justice, Fathers,
      I sue for too:  and though I might command it,
      (If you remember Lords, whose child I was)
      Yet I will humbly beg it; this old wretch
      Has forfeited his life to me.

Cassilanes: 

      Tricks, tricks;
      Complots, devices, ’twixt these pair of young-ones,
      To blunt the edge of your well temper’d Swords,
      Wherewith you strike offenders, Lords, but I
      Am not a baby to be fear’d with bug-bears,
      ’Tis justice I require.

Erota: 

      And I.

Antinous: 

      You speak too tenderly; and too much like yourself
      To mean a cruelty; which would make monstrous
      Your Sex:  yet for the loves sake, which you once
      Pleas’d to pretend, give my griev’d Father leave
      To urge his own revenge; you have no cause
      For yours:  keep peace about ye.

Cassilanes: 

Will you hear me?
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Philander: 

      Here’s some strange novelty.

Possenne: 

      Sure we are mock’d,
      Speak one at once:  say wherein hath your Son
      Transgress’d the Law?

Cassilanes: 

      O the gross mists of dulness! 
      Are you this Kingdomes Oracles, yet can be
      So ignorant? first hear, and then consider. 
      That I begot him, gave him birth and life,
      And education, were, I must confess,