CALIANAX

Diagoras look to the doors better for shame, you let in all the world, and anon the King will be angry with me, why very well said, by Jove the King will have the show 'th the Court; By this light if he be wise, he will not. One must sweat out his heart with swearing, & get Thanks on no side, isle be gone, look too't who will. My looks terrify them, you coxcomely ass, le be judge by all the company, whither thou hast not a worse face then I. Office, I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat quite through in my office, I might have made room at my daughters wedding, they would near killed her amongst them. But now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her, serve that will. Exit Calianax, Let him not in. Yes I do service for your sister here, That brings mine own poor child to timeless death, She loves your friend Amintor, such another false hearted Lord as you. It may be so, who placed the Lady there. My Lord she must not fit there. The place is kept for women of more worth. 'Tis well if I stand here to place men's wenches. Nay I know you can fight for your whore. I, you may talk your pleasure. Enter Amintor. That heap of age, which I should reverence, If it were temperate, but testy years Are most contemptible. There is joust such another as your self. Make room there. Melantius thou art welcome, and thy love Is with me still; but this is not a place To brabble in, Calianax, join hands. He shall not have mine hand. The King may do this, and he may not do it, My child is wronged, disgraced, well, how now huswives, What at your ease, is this a time to fit still, up you young Lazy whores, up or isle swenge you. You'll lie down shortly, in and whine there, What are you grown so ru tie you want hea e , We shall have some of the Court boys heat you shortly. Theres a rogue too, A sly dissembling slave, well? get you in, I'll have about with that boy, 'tis High time Now to be valiant, I confess my youth Was never prove that way, A Court stale, well I must be valiant, And beat some dozen of these whelps, and theres Another of'em, a trim cheating soldier, I'll maul that raschall, has outbraved me twice, But now I thank the Gods I am valiant, Go, get you in, isle take a course with all. Exeunt oh . Oh Melantius, my daughter will die. Thou art a slave, a cutthroat slave, a bloody— I am valiant grown, At all these years, and thou art but a slave. I'll spoil your mirth, I mean to fight with thee, There lie my cloak, this was my father's sword, And he durst fight, are you prepared? You have a name in war, where you stand safe Amongst a multitude, but I will try, What you dare do unto a weak old man In single fight you'll give ground I fear, Come draw. I must let him alone, He's stout, and able, and to say the truth, How ever I may set a face and talk, I am not valiant, when I was a youth I kept my credit with a testy trick, I had amongst cowards, but durst never fight. I would give half my land that I durst fight with that proud man a little, if I had men to hold him, I would beat him, till he asked me m r cy. I dare not stay, but I will beat my servants all over or this. Exit Calianax 'Tis well? If I durst ight, your tongue would lie at quiet. Do? mock me. Honour? where is't. A suit of me, 'tis very Like it should be granted sir. I am in hope thou art mad, to talk to me thus. Out traitor. And should I help thee, now thy treacherous mind betrays it self. If I say I will not, he will kill me, I do see't writ In his looks, and should I say I will, heel run and tell the King: I do not shun your friendship deer Melantius, But this cause is weighty, give me but and hour to think. Me thinks I feel my self But twenty now again, this fighting fool Wants policy, I shall revenge my girl, And make her read again, I pray, my legs Will last that pace that I will carry them, I shall want breath before I find the King, I am sure he said it to me, and isle justify it What way he dares oppose, but with my sword. If he deny it, isle make him blush. I so does every thing I say of late. Yes I should fit Mute while a Rogue with strong arms cuts your throat. Why if it be a lie Mine ears are false, for I besworne I herd it, Old men are good for nothing, you were best Put me to deam h for hearing, and free him For meaning it, you would a trusted me Once, but the time is altered. Yes my self. How no more? would you have more? why am not I enough to hang a thousand Rogues. I may, 'tis Like I will do so, there are a hundred will swear it for a needs too, if I say it. And 'tis hard if my word cannot hang a boisterous knave. Why if you do think 'Tis fit and old man, and a Counsellor To fight for what he says, then you may grant it. But I? heaven bless me, I, should I my liege? I shall be sure of your good word, But I have kept it safe from such as you. Impudence may escape, when feeble virtue is accuse worser. Let him hang himself, What care I what he does, this he did say Why this is very fine. I that will be the end of all, Then I am fairly paid for all my care and service. Who I, thou shameless Fellow that hast spoke to me Of it thy self. From me, who should it come from but from me? 'Tis strange a should believe and old men word, That never lied inns life. A few fine words have overthrown my truth, a th'art a Villain. My liege, he's at me now again to do it, speak Deny it if thou canst, examine him While he is hight, for if he cool again, He will forswear it. A pity a pox upon you. I'll not speak for thee, for all thy cunning, if you will be safe chop off his head, for there was never known so impudent a Rascal. Sleep soundly! I sleep soundly now I hope, I could not be thus else. How darest thou stay Alone with me, knowing how thou hast used me? Dost not thou look for some great punishment for this? I feel My self begin to forget all my hate, And tak't unkindly that mine enemy Should use me so extremely scurvily. Thoult anger me again; thou wretched rogue, Meant me no wrong! disgrace me with the King, Loose all my offices, this is no hurt Is it, I prithee what dost thou call hurt? All this thou think st is sport, For mine is worse, but use thy will with me, For betwixt grief and anger I could cry. I oth' the King, I would revenge of thee. I am a ine plotter. If I should tell the King, canst thou deni't again? Nay then thou canst bring any thing about, Melantius, thou shalt have the fort. Nay I do not love thee yet, I cannot well endure to look on thee, And if I thought it were a courtesy, Thou shouldst not have it, but I am disgraced, My offices are to be taken 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, Near thank me fort, but yet the King shall know There was some such thing int I told him of, And that I was and honest man. Art thou of the same breed? canst thou deny This to the King too? Faith Like enough. Touch not me, I hate the whole strain, if thou follow me a great way off, I'll give thee up the fort, and hang your selves. Would I had any, you should quickly know it. 'Tis a fine eloquence to come to the gallows, You were born to be my end, the devil take you, Now must I hang for company, 'tis strange I should be old, and neither wise, nor valiant. Well thou art as flattering a knave, though I dare not tell thee so. Aside. Who I? You would draw me in, I have had no wrong, I do disclaim you all. Put my name in too. Thats all one, I'll not be hanged hereafter by a trick, I'll have it in. What should we do here? Whats that, whats that Aspatia? My daughter, dead here too, and you have all fine new tric es to grieve, but I never knew any but direct crying. I know not what the matter is, but I am Grown very kind, and am friends with you all now You have given me that among you will kill me Quickly, but I'll go home and live as long as I can. Exit. Such as you are. Yes marry have I. You shall have it soundly I warrant you. Now, now, 'tis plain Sir, he does move me still, He says he knows isle give him up the fort When he has used me thus a month, I am mad Am I not still? I shall be mad indeed if you do thus, Why should you true to a sturdy fellow there, (That has no virtue in him, alls in his sword) before me; do but take his weapons from him And he's and Ass, and I am a very fool Both with him, and without him, as you use me.