The Laws of Candy Part 13

Ye are in a ready way.

Gonzalo:

I was never out on't.

[Enter _Gaspero_]

Gonzalo:

Peace, Here comes a wise c.o.xcombe, a tame Coward.

Now worthy _Gaspero_, what, You come (I know) to be my Lord _Fernando_'s Conducter to old _Ca.s.silane_?

Gaspero:

To wait upon him.

Gonzalo:

And my Lords the Senators sent you?

Gaspero:

My n.o.ble Lord they did.

Gonzalo:

My Lord _Fernando_, This Gentleman, (as humble as you see him) Is even this Kingdoms treasure; In a word, 'Tis his chief glory that he is not wiser Than honest, nor more honest than approv'd In truth and faith.

Gaspero:

My Lord.

Gonzalo:

You may be bold To trust him with your bosom, he'l not deceive If you relie upon him once.

[Fernando]:

Your name is _Gaspero_?

Gaspero:

Your servant.

Gonzalo:

Go commend me (Right honest _Gaspero_) commend me heartily To n.o.ble _Ca.s.silane_, tell him my love Is vow'd to him.

Gaspero:

I shall.

Gonzalo:

I know you will.

My Lord I cannot long be absent from you.

Fernando:

Sir, you are now my guide.

[Exit.

Gonzalo:

Thus my designs Run uncontroul'd; yet _Venice_ though I be Intelligencer to thee, in my brain Are other large Projects: for if proud _Erota_ Bend to my lure, I will be _Candy's_ King, 264] And Duke of _Venice_ too. Ha? _Venice_ too?

O 'twas prettily shov'd in: why not? _Erota_ May in her love seal all sure: if she swallow The bait, I am Lord of both; if not, yet _Candy_ Despight of all her power shall be ruin'd.

[Enter _Ca.s.silane_, _Arcanes_, and _Annophel_]

Ca.s.silanes:

Urge me no farther _Annopbel_.

Annophel:

My Lord.

Ca.s.silanes:

Thy fathers poverty has made thee happy; For though 'tis true, this solitary life Sutes not with youth and beautie, O my child, Yet 'tis the sweetest Guardian to protect Chast names from Court aspersions; there a Lady Tender and delicate in years and graces, That doats upon the charms of ease and pleasure, Is ship-wrackt on the sh.o.r.e; for 'tis much safer To trust the Ocean in a leaking ship, Than follow greatness in the wanton rites Of luxurie and sloth.

Annophel:

My wishes Sir, Have never soar'd a higher flight, than truly To find occasion wherein I might witness My duty and obedience.

Ca.s.silanes:

'Tis well said, Canst thou forbear to laugh _Arcanes_?

Arcanes:

Why Sir?

Ca.s.silanes:

To look upon my beggerie, to look upon My patience in my beggerie: Tell me, Does it shew handsom? bravely?

Handsom? thou wilt flatter me, And swear that I am miserable.