_Mel_. Hee'l buy that knowledge very dearly.

[_Enter Diphilus_.

What news with thee?

_Diph_. This were a night indeed to do it in;
The King hath sent for her.

_Mel_. She shall perform it then; go _Diphilus_,
And take from this good man, my worthy friend,
The Fort; he'l give it thee.

_Diph_. Ha' you got that?

_Cal_. Art thou of the same breed? canst thou deny
This to the King too?

_Diph_. With a confidence as great as his.

_Cal_. Faith, like enough.

_Mel_. Away, and use him kindly.

_Cal_. Touch not me, I hate the whole strain: if thou
follow me a great way off, I'le give thee up the
Fort; and hang your selves.

_Mel_. Be gone.