Part 14 (2/2)

[Enter _a Servant_.]

Now? the news?

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Servant:

The Secretarie, With the _Venetian_ prisoner, desire Admittance to your Lords.h.i.+p.

Ca.s.silanes:

How? to me?

What mysterie is this? _Arcanes_ can they, Thinkst thou, mean any good?

Arcanes:

My Lord, they dare not Intend ought else but good.

Ca.s.silanes:

'Tis true, they dare not; _Arcanes_ welcom them: Come hither _Annophel_, Stand close to me, we'l change our affability Into a form of State: and they shall know Our heart is still our own.

[Enter _Arcanes_, _Fernando_, and _Gaspero_.]

Arcanes:

My Lord--

Ca.s.silanes:

_Arcanes_, I know them both: _Fernando_, as you are A man of greatness, I should under-value The right my sword hath fought for, to observe Low-fawning complements, but as you are A Captive and a stranger, I can love you, And must be kind. You are welcom.

Fernando:

'Tis the all Of my ambition.

Gaspero:

And for proof how much He truly honours your heroick vertues, The Senate on his importunity, Commend him to your Lords.h.i.+ps guard.

Ca.s.silanes:

For what?

Gaspero:

During the time of his abode in _Candy_, To be your houshold guest.

Fernando:

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