_Mel_. The short is, I will hold thee with the King
In this perplexity, till peevishness
And thy disgrace have laid thee in thy grave:
But if thou wilt deliver up the Fort,
I'le take thy trembling body in my arms,
And bear thee over dangers; thou shalt hold thy wonted
state.

_Cal_. If I should tell the King, can'st thou deny't again?

_Mel_. Try and believe.

_Cal_. Nay then, thou can'st bring any thing about:
Thou shalt have the Fort.

_Mel_. Why well, here let our hate be buried, and
This hand shall right us both; give me thy aged breast
to compass.

_Cal_. Nay, I do not love thee yet:
I cannot well endure to look on thee:
And if I thought it were a courtesie,
Thou should'st not have it: but I am disgrac'd;
My Offices are to be ta'ne 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;
Nere thank me for't; but yet the King shall know
There was some such thing in't I told him of;
And that I was an honest man.