our peace; the
breath of King is like the breath of Gods; My brother
wisht thee here, and thou art here; he will be too kind,
and weary thee with often welcomes; but the time doth
give thee a welcome above this or all the worlds.

_Mel_. My Lord, my thanks; but these scratcht limbs of mine have
spoke my love and truth unto my friends, more than my
tongue ere could: my mind's the same it ever was to you;
where I find worth, I love the keeper, till he let it go,
And then I follow it.

_Diph_. Hail worthy brother!
He that rejoyces not at your return
In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

_Mel_. I thank thee _Diphilus_: but thou art faulty;
I sent for thee to exercise thine armes
With me at _Patria_: thou cam'st not _Diphilus_: 'Twas
ill.

_Diph_. My noble brother, my excuse
Is my King's strict command, which you my Lord
Can witness with me.

_Lys_. 'Tis true _Melantius_,
He might not come till the solemnity
Of this great match were past.

_Diph_. Have you heard of it?

_Mel_. Yes, I have given cause to those that
Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome;
I have no other business here at _Rhodes_.

_Lys_. We have a Mask to night,
And you must tread a Soldiers measure.

_Mel_. These soft and silken wars are not for me;
The Musick must be shrill, and all confus'd,
That stirs my blood, and then I dance with armes:
But is _Amintor_ Wed?

_Diph_. This day.
_Mel_. All joyes upon him, for he is my friend:
Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend,
His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate,
And one that never thinks his life his own,
If his friend need it: when he was a boy,
As oft as I return'd (as without boast)
I brought home conquest, he would gaze upon me,
And view me round, to find in what one limb
The vertue lay to do those things he heard:
Then would he wish to see my Sword, and feel