can'st thou deny't again?

_Mel_. Try and believe.

_Cal_. Nay then, thou can'st 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:
And if I thought it were a courtesie,
Thou should'st not have it: but I am disgrac'd;
My Offices are to be ta'ne away;
And if I did but hold this Fort a day,
I do believe the King would take it from me,
And give it thee, things are so strangely carried;
Nere thank me for't; but yet the King shall know
There was some such thing in't I told him of;
And that I was an honest man.

_Mel_. Hee'l buy that knowledge very dearly.

[_Enter Diphilus_.

What news with thee?

_Diph_. This were a night indeed to do it in;
The King hath sent for her.

_Mel_. She shall perform it then; go _Diphilus_,
And take from this good man, my worthy friend,
The Fort; he'l give it thee.

_Diph_. Ha' you got that?

_Cal_. Art thou of the same breed? canst thou deny
This to the King too?

_Diph_. With a confidence as great as his.

_Cal_. Faith, like enough.

_Mel_. Away, and use him kindly.

_Cal_. Touch not me, I hate the whole strain: if thou
follow me a great way off, I'le give thee up the
Fort; and hang your selves.

_Mel_. Be gone.

_Diph_. He's finely wrought.

[_Exeunt Cal. Diph_.

_Mel_. This is a night in spite of Astronomers
To do the deed in; I will wash the stain
That rests upon our House, off with his blood.

_Enter Amintor_.

_Amin_. _Melantius_, now assist me if thou beest
That which thou say'st, assist me: I have lost
All my distempers, and have found a rage so pleasing;
help me.

_Mel_. Who can see him thus,