The Laws of Candy Part 24

Gonzalo:

I shall adore you.

[Exeunt.

[Enter _Fernando_, a[n]d _Annophel_]

Fernando:

Madam, although I hate unn.o.ble practices, And therefore have perform'd no more than what I ought, for honours safety: yet _Annophel_, Thy love hath been the spur, to urge me forward For speedier diligence.

Annophel:

Sir your own fame And memory will best reward themselves.

Fernando:

All gain is loss (sweet beauty) if I miss My comforts here: The Brother and the Sister Have double conquer'd me, but thou maist triumph.

Annophel:

Good Sir, I have a Father.

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Fernando:

Yes, a brave one; Could'st thou obscure thy beauty, yet the happiness Of being but his Daughter, were a dower Fit for a Prince: what say ye?

Annophel:

You have deserv'd As much as I should grant.

Fernando:

By this fair hand I take possession.

Annophel:

What in words I dare not, Imagine in my silence.

Fernando:

Thou art all vertue.

[Enter _Ca.s.silanes_, and _Arcanes_]

Ca.s.silanes:

I'le tell thee how: _Baldwin_ the Emperour, Pretending t.i.tle, more through tyranny, Than right of conquest, or descent, usurp'd The stile of Lord o're all the _Grecian_ Islands, And under colour of an amity With _Creet_, prefer'd the Marquess _Mountferato_ To be our Governor; the _Cretians_ vex'd By the ambitious _Turks_, in hope of aid From the Emperour, receiv'd for General, This _Mountferato_; he (the wars appeased) Plots with the state of _Venice_ and takes money Of them for _Candy_: they paid well, he steals Away in secret; since which time, that right The state of _Venice_ claims o're _Candy_, is By purchase, not inheritance or Conquest: And hence grows all our quarrel.

Arcanes:

So an Usurer Or Lumbard-Jew, might with some bags of trash, Buy half the Western world.

Ca.s.silanes:

Mony, _Arcanes_, Is now a G.o.d on Earth: it cracks virginities, And turns a Christian, Turk; Bribes justice, cut-throats honour, does what not?

Arcanes:

Not captives _Candy_.

Ca.s.silanes:

Nor makes thee dishonest, Nor me a Coward---Now Sir, here is homely, But friendly entertainment.

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Fernando:

Sir, I find it.

Arcanes:

And like it, do ye not?

Fernando:

My repair speaks for me.

Ca.s.silanes:

_Fernando_ we are speaking off--how this?

[Enter _Gonzalo_, and _Gaspero_, with a Casket]

Gonzalo:

Your friend, and servant.

Ca.s.silanes:

Creditors, my Lord, Are Masters and no Servants: as the world goes, Debters are very slaves to those to whom They have been beholding to; in which respect, I should fear you _Gonzalo_.

Gonzalo:

Me, my Lord?

You owe me nothing.

Ca.s.silanes: