ther
To see your Offices be well discharg'd.
Be merry Gentlemen, it grows somewhat late.
_Amintor_, thou wouldest be abed again.

_Amin_. Yes Sir.

_King_. And you _Evadne_; let me take thee in my arms,
_Melantius_, and believe thou art as thou deservest to
be, my friend still, and for ever. Good _Calianax_,
Sleep soundly, it will bring thee to thy self.

[_Exeunt omnes. Manent Mel_. and _Cal_.

_Cal_. Sleep soundly! I sleep soundly now I hope,
I could not be thus else. How dar'st thou stay
Alone with me, knowing how thou hast used me?

_Mel_. You cannot blast me with your tongue,
And that's the strongest part you have about you.

_Cal_. I do look for some great punishment for this,
For I begin to forget all my hate,
And tak't unkindly that mine enemy
Should use me so extraordinarily scurvily.

_Mel_. I shall melt too, if you begin to take
Unkindnesses: I never meant you hurt.

_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 prethee what dost thou call hurt?

_Mel_. To poyson men because they love me not;
To call the credit of mens 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 revenge.

_Cal_. I o'th' King? I would revenge of thee.

_Mel_. That you must plot your self.

_Cal_. I am a fine plotter.

_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 up the Fort,
I'le 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,