The Laws of Candy Part 6

[Exeunt. Flor. Cornets.

Antinous:

I utterly renounce--'Twas so?

Was't not, my _Decius_?

Decius:

Pish, you know, my Lord, Old men are cholerick.

Antinous:

And lastly parted With, never henceforth see my face: O me, How have I lost a Father? Such a Father!

Such a one _Decius_! I am miserable, Beyond expression.

Decius:

Fie, how unbecoming This shews upon your day of fame!

Antinous:

O mischief!

I must no more come near him; that I know, And am a.s.sur'd on't.

Decius:

Say you do not?

Antinous:

True: Put case I do not: what is _Candy_ then To lost _Antinous_? _Malta_, I resolve To end my dayes in thee.

Decius:

How's that?

Antinous:

I'le trie All humble means of being reconcil'd, Which if deny'd, then I may justly say, This day has prov'd my worst: _Decius_, my worst.

[Exeunt.

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Actus Secundus

Scena Prima

[Enter _Gonzalo_, and _Gaspero_]

Gaspero:

Now to what you have heard; as no man can Better than I, give you her Character; For I have been both nurs'd, and train'd up to Her petulant humours, and been glad to bear them, Her Brother, my late Master, did no less: Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath Made her believe that she is more than woman: And as there did not want those flatterers 'Bout the worlds Conquerour, to make him think, And did perswade him that he was a G.o.d; So there be those base flies, that will not stick To buzze into her ears she is an Angel, And that the food she feeds on is _Ambrosia_.

Gonzalo:

She should not touch it then, 'tis Poets fare.

Gaspero:

I may take leave to say, she may as well Determine of her self to be a G.o.ddess, With lesser flatterie than he a G.o.d: For she does conquer more, although not farther.

Every one looks on her, dyes in despair, And would be glad to do it actually, To have the next age tell how worthily, And what good cause he had to perish so: Here beauty is superlative, she knows it, And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve, But ought to perish, and to dye for her: Many great Princes for her love have languish'd, And given themselves a willing sacrifice, Proud to have ended so: And now there is A Prince so madded in his own pa.s.sions, That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to, And deems it happiness to be her slave.

Gonzalo:

You talk as if you meant to winde me in, And make me of the number.

Gaspero:

Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye Shall plead for me: I tell you what she is, What she expects, and what she will effect, 252] Unless you be the miracle of men, That come with a purpose to behold, And goe away your self.

Gonzalo:

I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me, How is she stor'd with wit?

Gaspero:

As with beauty, Infinite, and more to be admired at, Than medled with.

Gonzalo:

And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?

Gaspero:

Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters: And so boldly, so readily, as you would judge It penn'd and studied.

[Enter _Erota_, _Philander_, _Annophil_, _Hyparcha_, _Mochingo_ Attendants]

Gonzalo:

She comes.