and your Office.

_Cal_. Office! I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat
quite through my Office, I might have made room at my
Daughters Wedding, they had near kill'd her among them.
And now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her;
serve that will.
[_Exit Calianax_.

_Diag_. He's so humourous since his daughter was forsaken:
hark, hark, there, there, so, so, codes, codes.
What now?
[_Within. knock within_.

_Mel_. Open the door.

_Diag_. Who's there?

_Mel_. _Melantius_.

_Diag_. I hope your Lordship brings no troop with you,
for if you do, I must return them.
[_Enter Melantius_.

_Mel_. None but this Lady Sir.
[_And a Lady_.

_Diag_. The Ladies are all plac'd above, save those that
come in the Kings Troop, the best of _Rhodes_ sit there,
and there's room.

_Mel_. I thank you Sir: when I have seen you plac'd
Madam, I must attend the King; but the Mask done, I'le
wait on you again.

_Diag_. Stand back there, room for my Lord _Melantius_, pray bear
back, this is no place for such youths and their Truls,
let the doors shut agen; I, do your heads itch? I'le
scratch them for you: so now thrust and hang: again,
who is't now? I cannot blame my Lord _Calianax_ for
going away; would he were here, he would run raging
among them, and break a dozen wiser heads than his
own in the twinkling of an eye: what's the news now?

[_Within_.

I pray can you help me to the speech of the Master Cook?

_Diag_. If I open the door I'le cook some of your Calvesheads.
Peace Rogues.--again,--who is't?

_Mel_. _Melantius within. Enter Calianax to Melantius_.

_Cal_. Let him not in.

_Diag_. O my Lord I must; make room there for my
Lord; is your Lady plac't?

_Mel_. Yes Sir, I thank you my Lord _Calianax