Against this Brat of his Ingratitude?
Who, to eclipse the light of my renown,
Can no way hope to get a noble Name,
But by the treading on his Father's Greatness;
Thou wilt not yield?

[Enter _Arcanes_]

Antinous:

My life, but not the prize
My Sword hath purchas'd.
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Arcanes:

The Senate,
My Lord, are here at hand, and all the Souldiers
Begin to throng about them.

Cassilanes:

Now, _Arcanes_, the--

Arcanes:

What, Sir?

Cassilanes: