Antinous: 

      You are my Father,
      Yet not to you.

Cassilanes: 

      Ambitious Boy, how dar’st thou
      To tell me, that thou wilt contend?

Antinous: 

      Had I
      Been slothful, and not follow’d you in all
      The streights of death, you might have justly then
      Reputed me a Bastard:  ’tis a cruelty
      More than to murther Innocents, to take
      The life of my yet infant-honour from me.

Cassilanes: 

      Antinous, look upon this badge of age,
      Thy Father’s grey-hair’d beard:  full fifty years,
      (And more than half of this, ere thou wert born)
      I have been known a Souldier, in which time
      I found no difference ’twixt War and Peace,
      For War was Peace to me, and Peace was War.
      Antinous, mark me well; there hath not liv’d
      These fifty years a man whom Crete prefer’d
      Before thy Father; let me boldly boast,
      Thy Father, both for Discipline a[n]d Action
242] Hath so long been the first of all his Nation;
      Now, canst thou think it honest, charitable,
      Nay humane, being so young, my Son, my Child,
      Begot, bred, taught by me, by me thy Father,
      For one days service, and that on thy first,
      To rob me of a glory which I fought for
      A half of hundred years?

Antinous: 

      My case observes
      Both equity and presidents; for Sir,
      That very day whereon you got your Fame,
      You took it from some other, who was then
      Chief in repute, as you are now, and has been
      Perhaps as many years deserving that
      Which you gain’d in a day, as I have mine.

Cassilanes: 

      But he was not my Father then, Antinous;
      Thou leav’st out that.

Antinous: 

      Sir, had he been your Father,
      He had been then immortal; for a Father
      Heightens his reputation where his Son
      Inherits it, as when you give us life,
      Your life is not diminish’d but renew’d
      In us when you are dead, and we are still
      Your living Images.

Cassilanes: 

      So be thou curs’d
      In thy posterity, as I in thee,
      Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun,
      Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted
      Upon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword,
      And teaching this young Man to manage Arms,
      That was a raw, fresh Novice in the feats
      Of Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witness
      Against this Brat of his Ingratitude? 
      Who, to eclipse the light of my renown,
      Can no way hope to get a noble Name,
      But by the treading on his Father’s Greatness;
      Thou wilt not yield?

      [Enter Arcanes]