In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

_Mel_. I thank thee _Diphilus_: but thou art faulty;
I sent for thee to exercise thine armes
With me at _Patria_: thou cam'st not _Diphilus_: 'Twas
ill.

_Diph_. My noble brother, my excuse
Is my King's strict command, which you my Lord
Can witness with me.

_Lys_. 'Tis true _Melantius_,
He might not come till the solemnity
Of this great match were past.

_Diph_. Have you heard of it?

_Mel_. Yes, I have given cause to those that
Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome;
I have no other business here at _Rhodes_.

_Lys_. We have a Mask to night,
And you must tread a Soldiers measure.

_Mel_. These soft and silken wars are not for me;
The Musick must be shrill, and all confus'd,
That stirs my blood, and then I dance with armes:
But is _Amintor_ Wed?

_Diph_. This day.