Part 18 (2/2)

_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, 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 compa.s.s.

_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_.

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