Annophel:

O my noble Brother, welcom from the wars.

Antinous:

Dear Sister.

Annophel:

Where is my Father, that you come without him?
We have news of your success: he has his health I hope?

Antinous:

Yes Sister, he has his health, but is not well.

Annophel:

How not well? what Riddles do yo[u] utter?

Antinous:

I'le tell you more in private.

Gonzalo:

Noble Sir,
I cannot be unmindfull of your merit,
Since I last heard it: you are a hopefull youth,