Mel. Thy body is too little for the story;
The lusts of which would fill another woman,
Though she had
twins within her.
Evad. This is saucy:
Look you intrude no more! There lies your way.
Mel. Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee,
Till I find truth out.
Evad. What truth is that you look for?
Mel. Thy long-lost honour. Would the gods had set me
Rather to grapple with the plague, or stand
of their loudest bolts! Come, tell me quickly,
Do it without enforcement, and take heed
You swell me not
above my temper.
Evad. How, sir.
Where got you this report?
Mel. Where there were people,
In every place.
Evad. They, and the seconds of it are base people:
Believe them not, they lied.
Mel. Do not play with mine anger, do not, wretch!
I come to know that desperate fool that drew thee
From thy fair life: Be wise and lay him open.
Evad. Unhand me, and learn manners! Such another
Forgetfulness forfeits your life.
Mel. Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me
Whose whore you are; for you are one, I know
Let all mine honours perish, but Ill find him,
Though he lie lockd up in thy blood! Be sudden;
is no facing it, and be not flatterd!
The burnt air, when the Dog reigns, is not fouler
Than thy contagious
name, till thy repentance
(If the gods grant thee any) purge thy sickness.
Evad. Be gone! you are my brother; thats your safety.
Mel. Ill be a wolf first! Tis, to be thy brother,
An infamy below the sin of coward.
I am as far from being
part of thee,
As thou art from thy virtue: Seek a kindred
Mongst sensual beasts, and make a goat thy
A goat is cooler. Will you tell me yet?
Evad. If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you,
Ill have you whippd! Get you to your command,
there preach to your sentinels, and tell them
What a brave man you are: I shall laugh at you.
Mel. You are grown a glorious whore! Where be your fighters?
What mortal fool durst raise thee to this
And I alive! By my just sword, he had safer
Bestride a billow, when the angry North
Plows up the
sea, or made Heavens fire his food!
Work me no higher. Will you discover yet?
Evad. The fellows mad: Sleep, and speak sense.
Mel. Force my swolln heart no further: I would save thee.
Your great maintainers are not here, they dare
Would they were all, and armd! I would speak loud;
Heres one should thunder to em! will you tell
Thou hast no hope to scape: He that dares most,
And damns away his soul to do thee service,
sooner snatch meat from a hungry lion,
Than come to rescue thee; thou hast death about thee.
undone thine honour, poisond thy virtue,
And, of a lovely rose, left thee a canker?
Evad. Let me consider.