_Cal_. My looks terrifie them, you Coxcombly Ass you!
I'le be judg'd by all the company whether thou hast not a
worse face than I--

_Diag_. I mean, because they know you and your Office.

_Cal_. Office! I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat
quite through my Office, I might have made room at my
Daughters Wedding, they had near kill'd her among them.
And now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her;
serve that will.
[_Exit Calianax_.

_Diag_. He's so humourous since his daughter was forsaken:
hark, hark, there, there, so, so, codes, codes.
What now?
[_Within. knock within_.

_Mel_. Open the door.

_Diag_. Who's there?

_Mel_. _Melantius_.

_Diag_. I hope your Lordship brings no troop with you,
for if you do, I must return them.
[_Enter Melantius_.

_Mel_. None but this Lady Sir.
[_And a Lady_.