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8 Cal.Yes, I do service for your Sister here, That brings my own poor Child to timeless Death; She loves your Friend Amintor, such another false-hearted Lord as you.

Mel.You do me wrong, A most unmanly one, and I am slow In taking vengeance; but be well advis'd.

Cal.It may be so: Who plac'd the Lady there so near the presence of the King?

Mel.I did.

Cal.My Lord, she must not sit there.

Mel.Why?

Cal.The place is kept for Women of more Worth.

Mel.More Worth than she? It mis-becomes your Age And Place to be thus womanish; forbear; What you have spoke, I am content to think The Palsey shook your Tongue to.

Cal.Why, 'tis well if I stand here to place Mens Wenches.

Mel.I shall forget this Place, thy Age, my Safety, and thorough all, cut that poor sickly week, thou hast to live, away from thee.

Cal.Nay, I know you can fight for your Whore.

Mel.Bate the King, and be he Flesh and Blood, He lyes that says it; thy Mother at fifteen Was black and sinful to her.

Diag.Good my Lord!

Mel.Some God pluck threescore Years from that fond Man, That I may kill him, and not stain mine Honour; It is the curse of Soldiers, that in Peace They shall be brain'd by such ignoble Men, As (if the Land were troubled) would with Tears And Knees beg Succour from 'em. Would that Blood (That Sea of Blood) that I have lost in fight, Were running in thy Veins, that it might make thee Apt to say less, or able to maintain. Should'st thou say more.This Rhodes I see is nought But a Place priviledg'd to do Men wrong.

Cal.Ay, you may say your pleasure.

Amin.What vile Injury Has stirr'd my worthy Friend, who is as slow To fight with Words, as he is quick of Hand?

Mel.That heap of Age, which I should reverence If it were temperate; but testy Years Are most contemptible.

Amin.Good Sir forbear.

Cal.There is just such another as your self.

Amin.He will wrong you, or me, or any Man, And talk as if he had no Life to lose, Since this our Match: The King is coming in, I would