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Mel. And what's your resolution?
Cal. Why, this is very fine.
Mel. I cannot tell
What 'tis you mean; but I am apt enough
Cal. You shall have it, soundly, I warrant you. But let me know it: Happily, 'tis nought
Mel. Were he known,
King. It would be known, Melantius.
King. No; I should think no man
King. I do not think thou would'st; but yet
For thou hast in thy hands the means to escape,
Mel. From cobwebs, sir,
'Tis clean swept: I can find no other art
Cal. I shall be sure
Of your good word: But I have kept it safe
Mel. Keep your ill temper in :
I speak no malice. Had my brother kept it,
King. You are not merry.
Brother, drink wine. Sit you all still!-Calianax,
Of guilty men, and he is never moved:
He knows no such thing.
Cal. Impudence may 'scape,
When feeble virtue is accused.
King. He must,
If he were guilty, feel an alteration
At this our whisper, whilst we point at him:
Cal. Let him hang himself:
What care I what he does? This he did say.
King. Melantius, you can easily conceive
But misconstruction; and, where I am clear,
King. Nay, if you stand so stiff,
I shall call back my mercy.
Mel. I want smoothness
To thank a man for pardoning of a crime,
King. Not to instruct your knowledge, but to
My ears are every where, you meant to kill me,
Mel. Pardon me, sir;
My bluntness will be pardoned: You preserve
Had perished without food, be it who it will,
Cal. Ay, that will be
The end of all: Then I am fairly paid
Mel. That old man,
Frantic with age and sorrow, make a breach
My arin. This sword of mine hath plowed the ground,
And reaped the fruit in peace;
And you yourself have lived at home in case. so terrible I grew, that, without swords,
My name hath fetched you conquest: And my heart
And limbs are still the same; my will as great
I held it great injustice to believe
I do not; let that satisfy. What, struck
Cal. A few fine words
Diagoras knows, he raged, and railed at me,
Cal. I'll not speak for thee,
For all thy cunning. If you will be safe,
King. Some, that love him,
Get him to bed. Why, pity should not let
Mel. Calianax, The king believes you; come, you shall go home, And rest; you have done well.-You'll give it up, When I have used you thus a month, I hope. [Apart.
Cal. Now, now, 'tis plain, sir; he does move me still.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!
Cal. I shall be mad indeed, if you do thus! Why should you trust a sturdy fellow there (That has no virtue in him; all's in his sword) Before me? Do but take his weapons from him, And he's an ass; and I'm a very fool, Both with him, and without him, as you use me. Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!
King. 'Tis well, Calianax. But if you use This once again, I shall entreat some other To see your offices be well discharged. Be merry, gentlemen; it grows somewhat late. Amintor, thou wouldst be a-bed again,
Amin. Yes, sir.
Do look for some great punishment for this:
Cal. Thou'lt anger me again. Thou wretched rogue,
Meant me no hurt! Disgrace me with the king; Lose all my offices! This is no hurt,
Is it? I prithee, what dost thou call hurt?
Mel. To poison men, because they love me not; To call the credit of men's wives in question; To murder children betwixt me and land; This is all hurt.
Cal. All this thou think'st, is sport; For mine is worse: But use thy will with me; For, betwixt grief and anger, I could cry.
Mel. Be wise then, and be safe; thou may'st
Mel. The short is, I will hold thee with the king In this perplexity, till peevishness And thy disgrace have laid thee in thy grave. But, if thou wilt deliver the fort, up
I'll take thy trembling body in my arms,
And bear thee over dangers: Thou shalt hold Thy wonted state.
Cal. If I should tell the king,
Canst thou deny it again?
Mel. Try, and believe.
Cal. Nay, then thou canst bring any thing about. Thou shalt have the fort.
Mel. Why, well:
Here let our hate be buried; and this hand Shall right us both. Give me thy aged breast To compass.
Cal. Nay, I do not love thee yet;
I cannot well endure to look on thee:
Thou should'st not have it. But I am disgraced;
I do believe, the king would take it from me,
To do the deed in. I will wash the stain,
Amin. Melantius, now assist me: If thou be'st
Mel. Who can see him thus,
And not swear vengeance? What's the matter, friend?
Amin. Out with thy sword! and, hand in hand with me,
Rush to the chamber of this hated king,
Mel. 'Twere a rash attempt,
Not to be done with safety. Let your reason
Amin. If thou refusest me in these extremes,
Mel. He'll overthrow
My whole design with madness. Amintor,
Amin. I cannot tell
What thou hast said; but thou hast charmed my sword
Out of my hand, and left me shaking here,
Mel. I will take it up for thee.
Amin. What a wild beast is uncollected man! The thing, that we call honour, bears us all Headlong to sin, and yet itself is nothing.
Mel. Alas, how variable are thy thoughts! Amin. Just like my fortunes: I was run to that I purposed to have chid thee for. Some plot, I did distrust, thou hadst against the king, By that old fellow's carriage. But take heed; There's not the least limb growing to a king, But carries thunder in it.
Enter EVADNE, and a Gentleman.
Ecad. SIR, is the king a-bed?
Gent. Madam, an hour ago.
Evad. Give me the key then, and let none be
'Tis the king's pleasure.
Gent. I understand you, madain; 'would 'twere mine.
I must not wish good rest unto your ladyship.
Gent. 'Tis all I dare do, madam; but the king Will wake, and then
Eced. Saving your imagination, pray, good night, sir.
Geat. A good night be it then, and a long one, madam. I am gone. [Exit. [King a-bed. Ecnd. The night grows horrible; and all about
Like my black purpose. Oh, the conscience
I have begun a slaughter on my honour,
Why give you peace to this untemperate beast, That hath so long transgressed you? I must kill him,
And I will do it bravely: The mere joy
King. Who's that?
Evad. Oh, you sleep soundly, sir!
I have been dreaming of thée.
Come to bed.
Ecad. I am come at length, sir; but how welcome?
King. What pretty new device is this, Evadne? What, do you tie me to you? By my love, This is a quaint one. Come, my dear, and kiss me; I'll be thy Mars; to bed, my queen of love: Let us be caught together, that the gods May see, and envy our embraces,
Evad. Stay, sir, stay;
You are too hot, and I have brought you physic To temper your high veins.
King. Prithee, to bed then; let me take it warm; There thou shalt know the state of my body bet
Evad. I know you have a surfeited foul body; And you must bleed.
Evad. Ay, you shall bleed! Lie still; and, it the devil,
Your lust, will give you leave, repent. This steel Comes to redeem the honour, that you stole, King, my fair name; which nothing but thy death Can answer to the world.
King. How is this, Evadne?
Evad. I am not she; nor bear I in this breas:
That knows not pity. Stir not! If thou dost,
King. Thou dost not mean this; 'tis impossible Thou art too sweet and gentle,
Evad. No, I am not.
I am as foul as thou art, and can number
(Stir not) didst poison me. I was a world of virtue, Till your curst court and you (hell bless you for it!) With your temptations on temptations,
Made me give up mine honour; for which, king, I'm come to kill thee.
Evad. I am.
King. Thou art not!
I prithee speak not these things: Thou art gentle, And wert not meant thus rugged.
Evad. Peace, and hear me.
Stir nothing but your tongue, and that for mercy
A thing out of the overcharge of nature;
King. Hear, Evadne,
Thou soul of sweetness, hear! I am thy king. Evad. Thou art my shame! Lie still, there's
none about you,
Within your cries: All promises of safety
1. Run forth and call.
2. Treason, treason!
1. This will be laid on us:
Who can believe a woman could do this!
Enter CLEON and LYSIPPUS.
Cleon. How now! Where's the traitor?
Enter LYSIPPUS, DIAGORAS, CLEON, STRATO, and guard.
Lys. See where he stands, as boldly confident, As if he had his full command about him.
Stra. He looks as if he had the better cause, Sir; Under your gracious pardon, let me speak it! Though he be mighty spirited, and forward To all great things; to all things of that danger Worse men shake at the telling of; yet, certainly, I do believe him noble; and this action Rather pulled on, than sought: His mind was ever As worthy as his hand.
Lys. 'Tis my fear, too.
Heaven forgive all ! Summon him, lord Cleon. Cleon. Ho, from the walls there.
Mel. Worthy Cleon, welcome.
We could have wished you here, lord: You are honest.
Cal. Well, thou art as flattering a knave, though I dare not tell thee so
Lys. I am sorry, that we meet thus; our old love Never required such distance. Pray Heaven,
1. Fled, fled away; but there her woeful act You have not left yourself, and sought this safety
Stra. Never follow her;
For she, alas! was but the instrument.
Lys, Gentlemen, I am your king.
Lys. I would I were not! Follow, all; for this Must have a sudden stop. [Exeunt. Enter MELANTIUS, DIPHILUS, and CALIANAX, on the wall.
Mel. If the dull people can believe I am armed, (Be constant, Diphilus!) now we have time, Either to bring our banished honours home, Or create new ones in our ends.
Diph. I fear not.
My spirit lies not that way. Courage, Calianax.
More out of fear than honour! You have lost
Cal. When time was, I was mad; some, that dares fight,
I hope will pay this rascal.
Mel. Royal young man, whose tears look lovely on thee,
Had they been shed for a deserving one,
They had been lasting monuments! Thy brother,
Pulled people from the farthest sun to seek him,
Cal. Who I?
You would draw me in. I have had no wrong, 'I do disclaim ye all.
Mel. The short is this:
Stra. Be sudden, sir, to tie
All up again: What's done is past recall,