Part 5 (1/2)

It is granted. What more?

Antinous:

No more.

Ca.s.silanes:

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.

Ca.s.silanes:

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 n.o.bleness.

Gonzalo:

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

Souldiers:

_Antinous, Antinous_.

[Exeunt.

Ca.s.silanes:

I have a sute too, Lords.

Porphycio Possenne:

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

Ca.s.silanes: