That he does now, buried his worth in silence.

Erota:

Sir, I hearken not to him, but look on you,
And find more in you than he can relate:
You shall attend on me.

Antinous:

Madam, your pardon.

Erota:

Deny it not Sir, for it is more honour
Than you have gotten i'th' field: for know you shall,
Upon _Erota's_ asking, serve _Erota_.

Antinous:

I may want answers, Lady,
But never want a will to do you service.
I came here to my Sister, to take leave,
Having enjoyn'd my self to banishment,
For some cause that hereafter you may hear,
And wish with me I had not the occasion.

Annophel:

There shall be no occasion to divide us: