Antinous: 

Thus (my Lords) to witness How far I am from arrogance, or thinking I am more valiant, though more favour’d Than my most matchless father, my demand is, That for a lasting memorie of his name, His deeds, his real, nay his royal worth, You set up in your Capitol in Brass My Fathers Statue, there to stand for ever A Monument and Trophy of his victories, With this Inscription to succeeding ages, Great Cassilanes, Patron of Candy’s Peace, Perpetual Triumpher.

Porphycio Possenne: 

      It is granted.  What more?

Antinous: 

      No more.

Cassilanes: 

      How Boy?

Gonzalo: 

      Thou art immortal,
      Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties
      Of an unconquer’d minde.

Antinous: 

      My Prisoner, Lords,
      To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender: 
      Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give
      For largess to the Souldiers:  the other half
      To the erection of this monument.

Cassilanes: 

Ambitious villain.
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Gonzalo: 

      Thou art all un-imitable. 
      My Lords, to work a certain peace for Candy
      With Venice, use Fernando like a Prince;
      His ransom I’le disburse what e’re it be: 
      Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions
      Of amitie shall be concluded on: 
      Are ye content?

Porphycio: 

      We are, and ever rest
      Both friends and debters to your nobleness.

Gonzalo: 

      Souldiers attend me in the Market-place,
      Fie thither send your largess.

Souldiers: 

      Antinous, Antinous.

[Exeunt.

Cassilanes: 

      I have a sute too, Lords.

Porphycio Possenne: 

      Propose it, ’tis yours, if fit and just.

Cassilanes: 

      Let not my services,
      My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse
      To you, and to the State, be branded now
      With Ignominy ne’re to be forgotten: 
      Rear me no Monument, unless you mean
      To have me fam’d a Coward, and be stamp’d so.

Possenne: 

      We understand you not.

Cassilanes: 

      Proud boy, thou dost,
      And Tyrant-like insult’st upon my shame.

Antinous: 

      Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity,
      What I did, was but only to inforce
      The Senates gratitude.  I now acknowledge it.

Cassilanes: 

      Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy
      Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours: 
      He knows no mention can of me be made,
      But that it ever likewise must be told,
      How I by him was master’d; and for surety