I shall.

Cassilanes:

Give leave _Arcanes_:
Young man, come nearer to me: who am I?

Antinous:

It were a sin against the piety
Of filial duty, if I should forget
The debt I owe my Father on my knee:
Your pleasure?

Cassilanes:

What, so low? canst thou find joints,
Yet be an Elephant? _Antinous_, rise;
Thou wilt belye opinion, and rebate
The ambition of thy gallantry, that they
Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd, should see
Their little God of War, kneel to his Father,
Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder.

Antinous:

Sir,
For proof that I acknowledge you the Author
Of giving me my Birth, I have discharg'd