that proud man a little: if I had men to hold, I would
beat him, till he ask me mercy.

_Mel_. Sir, will you be gone?

_Cal_. I dare not stay, but I will go home, and beat my
servants all over for this.

[_Exit Calianax_.

_Mel_. This old fellow haunts me,
But the distracted carriage of mine _Amintor_
Takes deeply on me, I will find the cause;
I fear his Conscience cries, he wrong'd _Aspatia_.

_Enter Amintor_.

_Amint_. Mens eyes are not so subtil to perceive
My inward misery; I bear my grief
Hid from the World; how art thou wretched then?
For ought I know, all Husbands are like me;
And every one I talk with of his Wife,
Is but a well dissembler of his woes
As I am; would I knew it, for the rareness afflicts me
now.

_Mel_. _Amintor_, We have not enjoy'd our friendship of late,
for we were wont to charge our souls in talk.

_Amint_. _Melantius_, I can tell thee a good jest of _Strato_ and