The Laws of Candy Part 15

Wherein my Lord, You shall more make me debtor to your n.o.bleness, Than if you had return'd me without ransom.

Ca.s.silanes:

Are you in earnest Sir?

Fernando:

My sute to the Senate Shall best resolve you that.

Ca.s.silanes:

Come hither Secretarie, Look that this be no trick now put upon me: 267] For if it be--Sirrah--

Gaspero:

As I have troth (My Lord) it only is a favour granted Upon _Fernando's_ motion, from himself: Your Lords.h.i.+p must conceive, I'de not partake Ought, but what should concern your honour; Who Has been the prop, our Countries s.h.i.+eld, and safety, But the renowned _Ca.s.silane_?

Ca.s.silanes:

Applause?

Is _Gaspero_--puff--nothing--why, young Lord, Would you so much be sequester'd from those That are the blazing Comets of the time, To live a solitary life with me?

A man forsaken? all my hospitality Is now contracted to a few; these two, The tempest-wearied Souldier, and this Virgin; We cannot feast your eyes with Masques and Revels, Or Courtly Anticks; the sad Sports we riot in, Are tales of foughten fields, of Martial scars, And things done long ago, when men of courage Were held the best, not those well-spoken Youths, Who only carry Conquest in their tongues: Now stories of this nature are unseasonable To entertain a great Duke's Son with.

Fernando:

Herein Shall my Captivity be made my happiness, Since what I lose in freedom, I regain (With int'rest) by conversing with a Souldier, So matchless for experience, as great _Ca.s.silane_: 'Pray Sir, admit me.

Ca.s.silanes:

If you, come to mock me, I shall be angry.

Fernando:

By the love I bear To goodness, my intents are honourable.

Ca.s.silanes:

Then in a word, my Lord, your visitations Shall find all due respect: but I am now Grown old, and have forgot to be an Host; Come when you please, you are welcome.

Fernando:

Sir, I thank you.

Annophel:

Good Sir, be not too urgent; for my Father 268] Will soon be mov'd: yet, in a n.o.ble way Of courtesie, he is as easily conquer'd.

Fernando:

Lady, your words are like your beauty, powerful; I shall not strive more how to do him service Than how to be your servant.

Ca.s.silanes:

She's my Daughter, And does command this House.

Fernando:

So I conceive her.

Ca.s.silanes:

Do you hear?

Gaspero:

My honour'd Lord.

Ca.s.silanes:

Commend me to them: Tell 'em I thank them.

Gaspero:

Whom, my Lord?

Ca.s.silanes:

The Senate; Why, how come you so dull? O they are gracious, And infinitely grateful--Thou art eloquent, Speak modestly in mentioning my services; And if ought fall out in the By, that must Of meer necessity touch any act Of my deserving praises, blush when you talk on't, Twill make them blush to hear on't.

Gaspero:

Why, my Lord--

Ca.s.silanes:

Nay, nay, you are too wise now; good, observe me.

I do not rail against the hopeful Springall, That builds up Monuments in Bra.s.s; rears Trophies With Mottoes and Inscriptions, quaint devices Of Poetry and Fiction; let's be quiet.

Arcanes:

You must not cross him.

Gaspero:

Not for _Candy_'s Wealth.

Fernando: