Freely before this man; heaven do so too:
I will not touch thee so much as with shame
Of telling it, let it be so no more.

_Cal_. Why this is very fine.

_Mel_. I cannot tell
What 'tis you mean, but I am apt enough
Rudely to thrust into ignorant fault,
But let me know it; happily 'tis nought
But misconstruction, and where I am clear
I will not take forgiveness of the gods, much less
of you.

_King_. Nay if you stand so stiff, I shall call back my mercy.

_Mel_. I want smoothness
To thank a man for pardoning of a crime I never knew.

_King_. Not to instruct your knowledge, but to shew you
my ears are every where, you meant to kill me, and get
the Fort to scape.

_Mel_. Pardon me Sir; my bluntness will be pardoned:
You preserve
A race of idle people here about you,
Eaters, and talkers, to defame the worth
Of those that do things worthy; the man that uttered
this
Had perisht without food, be't who it will,