Mel. Nay, go not hence:
’Tis this; you have the keeping of the fort,
And I would wish you, by the love you
ought
To bear unto me, to deliver it
Into my hands.
Cal. I am in hope thou’rt mad,
To talk to me thus.
Mel. But there is a reason
To move you to it: I would kill the king,
That wrong’d you and your daughter.
Cal. Out, traitor!
Mel. Nay,
But stay: I cannot ’scape, the deed once done,
Without I have this fort.
Cal. And should I help thee?
Now thy treacherous mind betrays itself.
Mel. Come, delay me not;
Give me a sudden answer, or already
Thy last is spoke! refuse not offer’d love,
When
it comes clad in secrets.
Cal. If I say
[Aside.
Writ in his looks; and should I say I will,
He’ll run and tell the king.—I do not shun
Your friendship, dear Melantius, but this cause
Is weighty; give me but an hour to think.
Mel. Take it.—I know this goes unto the king;
But I am arm’d.
[Exit Melantius.
Cal. Methinks I feel myself
But twenty now again! this fighting fool
Wants policy: I shall revenge my girl,
And
make her red again. I pray, my legs
Will last that pace that I will carry them:
I shall want breath, before I
find the king.
[Exit.