I shall be brief and plain:  all what my Father
      (This Countries Patron) hath discours’d, is true. 
      Fellows in Arms:  speak you, is’t true?

Souldiers: 

      True, true.

Antinous: 

      It follows, that the blaze of my performance
      Took light from what I saw him do:  and thus
      A City (though the flame be much more dreadfull)
      May from a little spark be set on fire;
      Of all what I have done, I shall give instance
      Only in three main proofs of my desert. 
      First I sought out (but through how many dangers
      My Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander,
      The head of that huge body, whose proud weight
      Our Land shrunk under, him I found and fought with,
      Fought with, and slew.  Fellows in Arms, speak you,
      Is’t true or not?

Souldiers: 

      True, true.

Antinous: 

      When he was faln,
      The hearts of all our adversaries
      Began to quail, till young Fernando, son
      To the last Duke of Venice gather’d head,
      And soon renew’d the field, by whose example
      The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage
      Had got the better of the day; our men
      Supposing that their adversaries grew
      Like Hydra’s head, recoyle, and ’gan to flye: 
      I follow’d them; and what I said, they know;
      The summe on’t is; I call’d them back, new rankt them;
      Led on, they follow’d, shrunk not t[i]ll the end: 
      Fellows in Arms is’t true, or no?

Souldiers: 

      True, true.

Antinous: 

      Lastly, to finish all, there was but one,
      The only great exploit; which was to take
      Fernando prisoner, and that hand to hand
      In single fight I did:  my self without
      The help of any arm, save the arm of Heaven. 
      Speak Souldiers, is it true, or no?
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Souldiers: 

      Antinous, Antinous.

Antinous: 

      Behold my prisoner, Fathers.

Fernando: 

      This one man
      Ruin’d our Army, and hath glorifi’d
      Crete in her robes of mightiness and conquest.

Possenne: 

      We need not use long circumstance of words,
      Antinous thou art conquerer:  the Senate,
      The souldiers, and thy valour have pronounc’d it.

All: 

      Antinous, Antinous.

Porphycio: 

      Make thy demand.

Cassilanes: 

      Please ye (my Lords) give leave
      That I may part.

Possenne: 

      No Cassilane, the Court
      Should therein be dishonour’d, do not imagin
      We prize your presence at so slight a rate. 
      Demand, Antinous.